Iraqi Muslim Woman Is Disturbed When Her African Doctor Shows His Big Black Cock

Aisha’s Rude Awakening
The sun was beating down on the sprawling dusty streets of Baghdad as Aisha hurried into the sleek modernist building that housed Dr. Isa Nigeria’s medical practice. The 26-year-old Iraqi Muslim woman clutched her headscarf tightly, her dark almond-shaped eyes darting nervously. She had been suffering from a painful urinary tract infection for days and Doctor Afrique, as he was known by his patients, had been recommended as the best urologist in the city.

“Assalamu Alaykum, welcome to my clinic,” Dr. Isa greeted Aisha warmly as she entered his office, his deep baritone voice resonant and soothing. “Please, have a seat.”

As Aisha settled into the plush chair, she couldn’t help but notice how tall and imposing the black African doctor was. He loomed over her, his broad shoulders straining against his crisp white lab coat. Dr. Isa’s dark complexion contrasted sharply with Aisha’s light olive hue.

“Now, tell me about your symptoms,” Dr. Isa said, his rich voice low and comforting as he flipped open Aisha’s chart.

As she recounted the details of her condition, Aisha felt strangely flustered under the doctor’s penetrating gaze. She squirmed slightly, her modest dress suddenly feeling too restrictive.

“Well, I’ll need to do a thorough examination,” Dr. Isa said, reaching for a pair of latex gloves. “If you could just remove your lower garments and hop up on the exam table…”

Aisha felt a rush of embarrassment at his request, but knew it was necessary. She unbuttoned her dress with trembling fingers and slid it down, followed by her simple cotton panties. She climbed onto the exam table, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable.

Dr. Isa snapped on his gloves and approached the table, the vinyl of his shoes squeaking softly on the tile floor. He stood between Aisha’s parted legs, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

“Let me know if you feel any discomfort,” he said as he began the examination, his long, gloved fingers gently probing Aisha’s most intimate area.

Aisha gasped softly, her body tensing at the unfamiliar touch. She’d never been examined so thoroughly before, and the stimulation of her most private place sent skitters of forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins.

Dr. Isa continued his examination, his touch growing bolder and more insistent with each passing moment. Aisha felt her breath quickening, her nipples hardening beneath her dress. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t deny the heat building between her thighs.

Suddenly, Dr. Isa stood up and slid his hands beneath his lab coat, unbuckling his belt. Aisha gasped in shock as the doctor revealed his massive ebony erection, the throbbing head glistening with precum.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Dr. Isa soothed as Aisha’s eyes widened in fear and arousal. “I can help you feel better…”

With that, he lifted Aisha’s legs over his shoulders and positioned the broad head of his cock against her slick entrance. Aisha whimpered softly as he began to push forward, stretching her untouched passage around his thick girth.

“Allahu Akbar,” Aisha panted as Dr. Isa hilted inside her, the pain of penetration momentary and superficial. “No, we can’t…it’s haram…”

But even as she protested, Aisha found herself wrapping her legs around the doctor’s waist, pulling him in deeper. Dr. Isa chuckled lowly as he began to move, his hips rolling in a smooth rhythm.

“Haram is not always bad, Aisha,” he murmured, his voice a salacious growl. “Sometimes, a little sin can feel very good indeed…”

Aisha moaned wantonly as Dr. Isa began to pound into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. She’d never experienced anything like this before – the thrill of forbidden pleasure, the taboo of taking a black man into her body.

The doctor worked her relentlessly, hitting spots inside her that made Aisha see stars. She could feel a pressure building low in her belly, growing with each powerful stroke of his cock.

“Come for me,” Dr. Isa commanded gruffly as he hammered into her. “Let me feel your pussy squeeze my big black cock.”

Aisha’s world shattered into a million pieces as her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching rhythmically around the doctor’s pistoning shaft. Dr. Isa groaned deeply as he thrust once, twice, his back arching as he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed painting her womb.

As they lay there, Aisha’s body trembling with aftershocks, she felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. It had been wrong, so very wrong to let the doctor defile her virtue like this. But it had also been the most incredible, mind-blowing experience of her sheltered life.

Dr. Isa pulled out of her slowly, a trickle of his cum escaping Aisha’s used cunt. He smiled knowingly as he helped her off the table and onto shaky legs.

“Same time next week, Aisha?” he asked with a wink, tucking his still-hard cock back into his pants.

Aisha blushed furiously as she nodded, her body already craving the forbidden pleasure he could provide. She knew she should resist, but one taste of sin had awakened a hunger she feared nothing could sate.

As she left the clinic, Aisha felt a newfound courage beginning to blossom inside her. She walked a little taller, her back straighter. The purdah that had bound her for so long had been rent asunder.

Dr. Isa Nigeria had shown her a new world, a world of ecstasy and forbidden fruit. And she intended to sample every last deliciously wicked morsel. Haram be damned.

The End.
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