Hijab Hookup – Muslim Virgin Teen Gets Introduced To The Wonders Of Pussy Fucking
In the sprawling, sun-baked desert city of Riyadh, a curious circumference of sweltering heat and sand dunes, a plump Saudi hadn’t taken a ride on her metaphorical “flying carpet” quite yet. The name Amal was embroidered onto the red and white checked traditional abaya and matching hijab she wore, a requirement for women in this conservative corner of the world. But underneath, Amal had a wild side begging to be set free, and Lucky Tommy, a grizzled, pot-bellied English expat who ran a seedy bar that catered to the grey zone between ” diplôme” and “diplomacy” was just the man to help shatter her Muslim virginity.
Amal had stumbled upon the Hijab Hookup video – an underground, clandestine series of films shot on Tommy’s camcorder, side projects from the heavy affectations of his legitimate escorting business. In the videos, tight-lipped, shy Saudi schoolgirls were led by the hand into a secret room behind his bar, where he removed their hijabs and gave them a quick, clean dicking. Rose Lynn, Tommy’s American secretary and the woman running the operation, would ensure the girls remained as chaste and virginal as possible while she was on the clock, but Tommy could only pray and hope that they didn’t scream too much to disrupt his “ladies of the night.” It was a quick in and out for both parties – the perfect semi-incestuous relationship between a man of the world and a girl wanting to taste it.
And so, when Amal finally screwed up the courage to walk up to Tommy’s bar, stumbling through her English, gawkily fingering the silver buttons of her abaya, she quickly discovered she was in luck. Tommy was available for an appointment – in fact, he was sitting on a Barack Obama-style “Fuck That Shit” ad-hoc offensive out the back. Within minutes, Amal had removed her hijab and her abaya and was wearing the traditional attire for going to work in the Kingdom – a lacy red bra that put paid the notion she was a virgin, a lacy red thong, and a pair of delicate, Lowe corduroy knee high socks.
Tommy took a few moments to drink in the view – the meaty thighs, the supple yet plump rump, the pert budding breasts, the believing eyes. “Well, sweetheart, you don’t look like no virgin to me.”
Amal’s eyes went wide. “But… I’m… My father… He’s a…”
“Don’t worry. He’s not gonna be your daddy for much longer – I am.” And with that, he pushed her rather clumsily to the ground, removing his pants and his briefs to reveal a rather modest seven-inch cock, but one that had seen more action in more countries than many conservative Westerners ever dreamed.
Amal watched in reverential awe as Tommy prodded and prised at her young, tight quim, trying to find a way through what appeared to be a remarkably unyielding entrance. He didn’t even ask her to cease her rather obvious virginity pledge, but lust, it seems, sometimes makes men blind to the alms of conscience. And yet, after a few struggling pokes, Tommy finally managed to slide himself into her tight little cunt and began to rut her like a piece of meat.
Amal moaned naturally and with some virginal grace, realising her teenage dream of losing her virginity, and Tommy stroked her tight, virgin flesh as he pounded away at her. But she soon understood that this was not the glorious, adoring love that teenage magazines had promised her, but a cold, mechanical fuck over a few pieces of furniture from IKEA.
“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now,” Tommy grunted through gritted teeth. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna have to get Creative Arts and Media Studies involved. And this is the only stimulating creative activity you’ll get from me.”
Amal looked up at him with a moment of alto fuck-me sad, but he was far too into fucking her to care. Thankfully the intoxication of his cock against her bunting helped drown out the despair, and soon she was moaning with real enthusiasm while he grunted, groaned and groaned like a man possessed for a few minutes more.
Finally, with one last violent thrust, Tommy screamed “Jesus fucking Christ!” in a voice harsher than the California sun, and came inside of her with a defiant, muttered “get used to it, baby girl.”
Tommy pulled out and let her lick the sperm off her fingers like a nine-year old in a slumber party. “Jesus, girl, you’re gonna be trouble.”
Amal just smiled, her heart racing with a newfound pleasure. “Can I just go now?”
Tommy shrugged and pointed to the door. “Sure. But you should know that every Hijab Hookup is a one-time only offer. Even though your tight cunt will surely be the ruination of me.”
Amal blushed, made her clumsy walk to the door, and disappeared into the desert night. She would forevermore be Tommy’s dirty little secret, to be polled upon and bragged about by members of his inner circle. But it was clear that, for better or worse, that fuck would change her life. What she would do with the memories of it, that was yet to be determined.
