American Muslims Pt. 04

My name is Sam Harrison and I am a middle-aged, unmarried, but successful hedge fund manager and I have a very commanding personality. But I am also a serial pervert who enjoys Sadism and Masochism, for years I would pay a dominatrix to do her worst to me, but this was no longer enough. I needed more, I wanted to be controlled and have my will taken away from me. I was lost and searching for something and then I found her.

I met her through a chat room and after weeks of talking we finally met in person. She was beautiful, exotic, foreign and middle-aged although she looked younger. She had raven black hair and dark eyes, white fair skin and a slender, but curvy body. Her name is Nazli Hossein, a divorced immigrant from Azerbaijan, she has two daughters, Ayzel 18 and Durna 21, and her ex-husband has left them and emigrated back to Azerbaijan.

Nazli wants me to move in with her and her daughters and become a sex and domestic slave to the family. My entire income would go to her and she would give me a monthly allowance out of it. Her and her daughter would decide what sexual treats I would get and when. She would be my leader and her daughters would be her deputies. I agree and plan to move in after a few days and I am very excited. I am keeping this journal and will document what happens.

Day One

I am very nervous and I have pulled up to the Hossein's home and I knock on the door. Nazli answers and she is polite to me and welcomes me in. I am introduced to her two daughters. Ayzel, who is the youngest, is so unbelievably beautiful she has blonde hair and hazel eyes with petite figure and curves. Durna looks like a younger version of her mother and we both sit around and have cake and coffee.

Nazli "Now then Sam, I have a list of things for you to do. Firstly, you must surrender your car keys and your wallet and hand me your account pass codes. Secondly, you need to clean the dishes and then do the laundry. Thirdly, you must pay us $10, 000 for the pleasure of being here. Fourthly, you must clean our shoes and lastly, one of us will decide what sexual pleasure we seek from you. Let's get started."

I hand over all my personal possessions and personal information that she requested. Most of the chores are unremarkable until the laundry. Nazli comes into the laundry room and instructs me on how they want their laundry done. But while searching the basket, I stumble upon Ayzel's pink panty and Nazli pulls them out. She places them near my nose.

Nazli: "Oh yeah, you like the smell of my daughter's panty don't you? Ayzel dirty underwear, she gets very wet during the day, her pussy starts dripping. America has made her into a really horny person. Go on smell it, her fresh young pussy, which has not yet been deflowered. I really hope a big strong American man deflowers her."

She places Ayzel's dirty panty onto my face and covers my eyes and nose. The aroma of smells of a virgin is heavenly and I feel myself becoming hard. I close my eyes and get lost, lost in Ayzel's wonderland. Nazli pulls the panty off my face and orders me to open my mouth, she rolls the panty up and shove it into my mouth and orders me to shut my mouth. I resume the laundry with the panty in my mouth.

Placing the girls' dirty clothes into the washing machine, but all I can think about is violating Ayzel's fresh pussy. I would pay her $100, 000 if she would let me pop her cherry and I would worship her for a long as I live. I remove Ayzel's panty from my mouth and place it into the washing machine and start the wash.

A few hours later and I am cleaning the living room floor and the three girls' are sitting around talking to one another. Nazli turns to address me.

Nazli: "Forgot to tell you, we have assigned you a number, by which we will now refer to you as. Number 42 or we may just call you slave."

The girls go back to their conversation.

Durna: "Forgot to tell you, Michael the black man, is coming over. But I have a problem, he wants a blow job, but his cock is huge and I don't know how to handle him." She says to Nazli.

Nazli: "Oral sex is the best way for us to assert out feminity over inferior masculinity. Men act tough, but all they want is a good blow job. What you need to do is take some Ice cubes, gently rub and tease the cock. Use your finger and hit his sensitive spots- if he's circumcised than between his balls and penis is a good area to massage. If he's not, than push back the foreskin and tease. Use plenty of tongue and even lick between the legs. Only deep-throat him once you feel able too and use plenty of lubricant."

Durna: "I will, thanks."

Nazli: "Don't worry, Number 42 will be watching you and he'll make sure you are okay."

The girls continue to laugh and share dirty secrets and after a few hours, I am preparing dinner for them plus Durna's friend, who will arrive soon. Nazli comes into the kitchen and we begin a conversation.

Nazli: "Number 42, do you have any questions about your role this evening? You are to watch Durna have sex and assist her if called upon by her. You are not to interfere of your own accord and you are not allowed to masturbate. You must remain as still as possible, and when they are done, help clean up."

"Yes Mistress Nazli," I respond.

Nazli: "You might find this strange parenting, but all I want is for the best for those girls. They have freedom I have never enjoyed and they are happy. Their father, my Husband, was very strict on them and imposed after school curfews on them. Both Durna and Ayzel were made to wear Hijabs in public and were routinely punished for arbitrary things."

Dinner arrived and I served everyone, before taking a seat and began eating my dinner. Michael and Durna are looking at each other in a flirtatious way and they are rubbing each other legs under the table. They are telling crude jokes and exchanging sexual innuendos, much of it, pretty graphic and nobody seems to care. But while the center of attention is on Durna and Michael, I cannot stop staring at Ayzel. Her beautiful smile, the way she plays with her hair and her innocence, fascinates me. I want her all to myself.

The meal finishes and Durna takes Michael's hand and lead him towards her bedroom and I follow suit. I look forward to seeing Durna in action. I've take position in Durna's closet with the door open enough to see the action, but closed enough to create the illusion of privacy and make me feel like a peeping tom. The couple are laughing and kissing each other and I see tongue exchanging mouths.

I try to remain focused and composed, but it's hard and I can feel an erection growing. The happy couple are ripping each other's clothes off and soon both are naked. Durna places her hand on Michael's balls and strokes them and Michael groans. Oh it looks so good, I wish it was me. Durna gets on her knees and starts stroking Michael's penis, she rolls back the head and teases it with her tongue. Licking Michael up and down, before inserting his manhood into her mouth and deepthroats.

She is struggling, but doing very well. Loud sucking sounds only make me harder and this goes on for twenty-minutes. It is a very wet affair. Michael inserts his penis into Durna's pussy and starts fucking her and Durna screams her lungs out. The little slut is enjoying it and the smell of sex and sweat drifts towards my nose. They fuck for 30-minutes and I can smell cum. Both are finished and spends an hour talking and getting ready. They leave the room and I leave the closet and clean up after them.

After a long day the family and I settle down to bed. I sleep on a bed in the basement, but I have trouble getting to sleep. I keep thinking about Ayzel, and after a few hours of tossing and turning, I decide to get out of bed and go to her room. I enter her room quietly, I don't want anyone to hear. I look and see her lying there. The sounds of her breath and the way she tosses in bed, her sweat virgin smell and the innocence in-which she sleeps. I feel my blood rushing and for a moment, I believe I can do anything to her.

But I do nothing, except watch. I know that I want to deflower her and I will do whatever it takes.

Day Two

The day has thus far been unremarkable. I've taken out the garbage, prepared breakfast and starting the morning chores. Nazli summons me to her room and I drop what I am doing and head there. Nazli is sitting at the edge of the bed and has a stern look on her face.

Nazli: "Have we not been good too you? Have we not given you everything?"

"Yes the Mistress has been most kind."

Nazli: "Then Why??? Why did you enter Ayzel's bedroom and stare at her all night? Did we tell you to do it? You went and sought unauthorised pleasure. For you, looking upon a young virgin even if you did nothing physically, gave you psychological pleasure. Because in your mind you have violated her. For that you must be punished!! Stretch forth your wrists."

I comply, Nazli pulls out a stick and whacks my wrists hard, she does this 10 times. She then pulls out handcuffs and places them on my wrists. I am order to bend over the bed and Nazli walks around me from behind. She starts whacking my butt with the stick. She does this until my cheeks go red.

Nazli: "I'm letting you off with an easy punishment because it's your first day. But I am attaching electronic probes onto your nipples and manhood- if you look at Nazli in an inappropriate way without authorisation- I will initiate the shocks."

The day wears on and I am in hell. I try not to look at Ayzel, but I find it too hard and while serving dinner, I accidently stare at her for too long. Nazli turns the electronic probes on and I fall to the floor in a fit of shocks. This repeats itself throughout the day and by the time it's time to settle down to bed, I am relieved. I have a wet dream about Ayzel and try my best to cover it up the next day.

Day 3

Today, I head back to work and try to pretend everything is normal. I sit in meeting and pretend I am interested in what my colleagues are saying, but all I can think about in Ayzel and how to get her. I have made a decision to befriend her and slowly win her over, but I am unsure of how to do this and this could take some time.

Lunch time arrives, but I am not eating. Nazli has set-me a strict budget and 90% of my earnings now goes to her, which means the only way I can live is to live by her rules. She's so strict, but strong and that makes her right and from her I gain strength. For it's her that sustains me.

The working day ends and I head home to complete my tasks for Nazli.

A week passes- Over the last week, I have been going to the office and then straight home without a nights out. Nazli has been a mixture of indifferent, abusive and kind to me. I spent last evening taking Nazli to a pre-arranged gangbang with strangers from the internet- in the woods. I was not allowed to participate, I was ordered to watch and film.

Nazli was masterful at handling 8 messy cocks, she allowed all three of her holes to be used simultaneously. But it was then that I had an idea of how to get Ayzel. When Nazli was done enjoying herself and I was driving her home- I told Nazli of my idea of driving Ayzel home from college daily. It would protect her from the dangerous types on the streets, and to my delight, Nazli agreed.

I am now waiting outside Ayzel's college and my heart is beating fast. The thought of being alone with her, awakens all my senses and makes me incredibly horny, but I try to remain tame. She emerges and I wave her over, she acknowledges and walks over to me. We greet one another and she gets into my car.

"So how was your day, was it good." I ask causally.

Ayzel: "Yes it was very good."

I instigate a friendly conversation, which seems innocent to Ayzel, I decide to play the long game and will try and uses these car trips to build a relationship. We are talking and her innocent lips move and I can see she has no idea what I plan to do to her.

"By the way, I've bought you some chocolate, please accept it and enjoy." She looks flattered and takes the chocolate- I have given her chocolate on purpose- because I have a theory about chocolate, association and the female mind. Chocolate releases pleasure hormones in the brain and helps relax a person, women are emotionally in-touch with themselves and by the simple act of arousing pleasure through chocolate- plus the fact you have made an effort for them, will trigger an association in their mind about me. Her thoughts about me will tie in with the emotions chocolate will arouse and being young, she'll attribute positive feelings to me. I think...

From these positive feeling, we can build-up mutual trust and then she will become mine. Watching her eating the chocolate bar aroused feelings of passion in my pants, but I pretend nothing is happening. But the pleasurable journey is over as quickly as it started, we reach home.

Couple of Hours Later- Durna is in the living room with friends from college and I am waiting on her dressed in my underwear only. I remain still and silent unless commanded to do or say anything, Durna is trying to act big in-front of her friends. They are taunting and abusing me and Durna is leading them. Her friends are all girls and they are loud and giggle insanely, when I am serving them, my nipples get squeezed and drinks are thrown at my naked upper body.

Durna: "Number 42, get your cock out! Now!" I drop my underwear and all the girls gasp, except for Durna who laughs. "Come closer," I move closer to her and she grabs my cock and pulls it closer towards her. "My beer could always do with a little extra flavouring." She sticks my cock into her beer and starts tossing me off and within moments, I produce thick cream and the girls all start cheering and Durna starts drinking. Thirsty Slut!!

She finishes her beer , but her raunchy antics are not over. She wants a refill, but not in her glass. She wants to take the re-fill directly from the source. She grabs my penis and starts playing with it.

Durna: "My still thirsty and my breath are going to smell of cum. Fuck it."

I will admit this, Durna playing with my cock does feel nice and I do welcome a little relief. Her hands are massaging my cock until it grows harder, and then, she opens her mouth and moves my cock towards it. Oh God, I can feel her breath on my cock and it feels as if relief is coming. She slides it in and her teeth scrap my cock as it goes in.

She looks up at me and starts sucking, making a lot of noise as she does so. Her friends are jeering and taunting. Her wet tongue lick up and down my hardening cock and she is sucking hard and fast. I close my eyes and imagine I am in paradise. She is using her teeth and I will have bite marks, but I don't care. I feel a discharge of hot semen, it flies down Durna's throat and then more comes out. I am filling her up alright and I do not know if I can stop?

I eventually do and Durna mouth is full of cum, but like a trooper, she swallows it all down.

Durna: "Mmmmm very good Number 42. Now, I want to have some fun. Get onto all fours and stick your butt up in the air!"

A little startled and hesitant, I get onto my arms and knees and stick my butt out. Durna leaves the room for a moment and return with a starpon and lubricant, her friends cheer loudly, she applies the lube to her strapon. The girls are chanting "Revenge" on loop, these girls are possessed.

I feel the strapon rubbing itself against my outer cheeks and then a sudden painful insertion into my anus. Durna get all the way in and starts humping.

Durna: "Never forget, you're my bitch and I treat you as I please!"

She aggressively fucks my ass and my outer cheeks go red. It's more than painful and I end up crying and begging for leniency. She screams, shouts and yells, and I feel blood coming out of my anus and I am worried my ass will be no more after this. I close my eyes and start thinking of sweet Ayzel.

20 minutes and with my ass no more, Durna withdraws and orders me to get back to work. The rest of the day, I walk with a limp and pretend that nothing happened.

Few Weeks Later- it's been a difficult, but rewarding few weeks. The abuse has increased both Durna and Nazli beat my daily. It use to be kicks and punches, but now its restraints, whips and sticks and a week ago I was put on a urination diet. For one day, I could only drink the girls' pee and not anything else. They would pee in a dog bowl and I would have to get onto my knees to drink it and they would also pee on my directly. But not Ayzel, she did not partake in the urination fest.

Me and Ayzel have been becoming close, she still doesn't know, what I want to do to her. I've even started rubbing her leg in the car, which she thinks is a normal thing friends do.

A few hours later- I've really fucked everything up, what I didn't tell you earlier, is me and Nazli have been having sex for the last few weeks. I had no choice, she's been demanding it and she controls me. Anyway, Nazli announced she is pregnant at breakfast today and, yes, I am the father. This complicates matters.

But what I did next really fucked things up. I was panicking and then, while cleaning the girls' rooms, I entered Ayzel room and saw her standing there. We started talking and she told me I had to stop touching her and she now knew what it meant. She told me that I am going to marry her mother and we are going to live like a normal family. She then turned away from me and started to walk and I tried to stop her and I grabbed her.

I squeezed her tight and she begged me to stop. I closed my eyes and smelled her in and I couldn't control myself. I stuck my hand down her jeans and panties, and stuck my finger up her pussy and began fingering her. She was crying, wailing and begging me to stop. I couldn't and for five-minutes I was fingering her. I eventually withdrew my finger and noticed it was covered in blood. It then dawned on me, what I had done.

But I did not stop there. I wanted to get away from this place and I still wanted Ayzel and so I held her down. But I did not deflower her then, I forced her to her feet and marched her to the bathroom and forced her to take some extra strong knock out pills, which have been used on me in the past. When she was knocked out, I dragged her to the car and am now driving around with her in the back.

This is bad, very bad. I am driving out of town and hope to check into a motel, so I can finish the job and I don't expect to survive this. A motel emerges and I quickly pull in, I rent out a room for the night. I move the unconscious Ayzel into the room and wait for her to come two.

She is waking up and see me and screams.

Ayzel: "What's going on? What are you doing? Don't hurt me!"

"Hurt you? Oh Ayzel, I could never do that. I love you and you love me. Admit it."

Ayzel: "What the fuck are you talking about? I don't love you."

"Stop it. That's not you speaking, it's Nazli and Durna who have turned you against me."

Ayzel: " I like you, but I don't love you."

I move in and start kissing Ayzel on the lips. She kisses back, which tell me that she does have feeling for me, but can't admit it. Maybe only sexual and not romantic, but I will take that. It's time to deflower her.

I slide my tongue into her mouth and try to reach her throat. I am ripping her clothes off and soon she is naked and so am I. Before me lies ultimate paradise. I slide my cock into her pussy, which is incredibly tight and almost doesn't go in. I push myself in and Ayzel is screaming her lungs out, but I get inside her.

The room temperature saws and I am sweating like a pig, but hard penetration takes place nonetheless. I am kissing and eating young Ayzel and fucking her pussy good. The springs in the bed and violently shaking and Ayzel seems to be groaning and screaming with pleasure.