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The clinic reeked of antiseptic. Dr. Akbar, a distinguished Indian man in his late 50s, adjusted his glasses as he examined the mammoth cock laying flaccid on his metal tray. It was a true spectacle – the epitome of Arabic virility, straight out of a harem fantasy. He had procured this masterpiece from a grieving wife, promising to return the devil’s tool to its rightful hell once his research was complete.

Dr. Akbar was no ordinary doctor. He was a secret practitioner of the occult, a master of forbidden polygamies and clandestine interfaith unions. This giant member was his latest subject in an ongoing experiment exploring the mystic bond between the sexes, the);
breachment of vows, and the restorative power of infidelity.

After meticulous measurements and examinations, he moved on to the next phase of his research. Injected with a secret potent elixir, the cock began to swell and stiffen, reaching its full glory. With the forbidden member now ready, Dr. Akbar utilized his oscuro arts to summon the adulterous wife, Ameera.

A devout but tremendously frustrated and lonely wife, Ameera was a hefty, wholesome beauty – a curvy she-camel that had gone without loving attention for so long, her sex had grown cold and desiccated. When the aging archive of Dr. Akbar led her to the strange latice in search of an unholy marriage of bodies and souls, the conquering cock was ready and eager, medusa-like, staring into her eyes.

The ritual of dark matrimony began. Ameera emerged from her burqua, revealing her jiggling, succulent body. Dr. Akbar caressed the throbbing, colossal member, presenting it to her like a platter set before a famished lioness. Ameera’s eyes watered, seeing such a monstrous piece of meat, and she knitted pleadingly.

“Is it possible, doctor? Will this beast satisfy me?”

Dr. Akbar smiled like the devil. “Allah and his will allow only so much pleasure. But whenrio, this beast of a manhood will make every fiber of your womanhood tingle. Let’s call it a coup de foudre, a lightning bolt sledgehammering your prissy little ladyhole. Pray for what you can endure and can’t endure.” He handed her a condom.

Ameera shimmied out of her panties and undergarments. Her cunt, a fertile black forest, huffed with anticipation. She wrapped the rubber around the beast, and it was not a perfect fit. Some things are too grand and too beautiful for the modern world.

Ameera climbed onto the examination table, spreading her legs. Dr. Akbar helped position the engorged member at her cunt’s entrance, just the tip kissing her velvet. “Are you ready for this, my beauteous.” he purred, beginning the ancient ritual. Ameera whimpered yes.

Dr. Akbar pushed, and the head popped in. Ameera nearly fainted, seized by a mix of agony and ecstasy like never before. The doctor pulled back and pushed in again, penetrating deeper this time. Ameera’s pussy muscles screamed as they stretched to accommodate the girth and length of the gigantic cock.

One thrust, two, three more. Dr. Akbar settled into a steady rhythm, his lean hips pounding away. Ameera tolerated the cruel invasion, but it was worth it. Each thrust sent ripples through her body, every nerve ending firing; it was a holy vibration ringing in her very bones.

The doctor leaned over her, licking and sucking at her tits, palm over her clitoris, rubbing her as he fucked the cock in and out, and Ameera’s cries rose in pitch and volume. Her pussy squelched and gushed, soaking the sheets and table, a vaginal flood – her juices worthy of the penis that deserved such tribute.

Suddenly, Dr. Akbar seized her ass and pushed in deep, hilted, buried to the core. Ameera howled, feeling the volcano-type eruption erupt from the hidden cock’s head, spewing lava-hot cum down her insides. It gushed forcefully, drowning her womb, and Ameera clutched the doctor, sweaty and wracked with convulsions of her strongest climax yet.

After the shuddering and sweating stopped, Ameera looked at her spent pussy. The deflated condom was pulled off the cock, and it hung wrecked, leaking ropes of semen. Dr. Akbar made one more pass through the gooey pussy before the ceremony concluded. He cleaned her and himself up, handed her a card for follow-up appointments.

As Ameera slipped out of the office, she looked radiant, her skin glowing, her sin shining. The ritual had fulfilled its purpose – she no longer felt betrayed or cheated or angry. Just happy, awash in a blissed-out, post-coital fog. The rest of the week passed in a daze.

But she returned for more. Dr. Akbar didn’t disappoint. The dark ritual continued – a black magic ritual of flesh, a dangerous union between a guileless woman and an occult monster. The exploration of vows broken and bodies joining, of the restorative power of forbidden pleasure. Of the most holy of unions, married in the grand mosque of the flesh.

For Ameera, the bonds of matrimony was no longer the sick joking of a wayward life. Now, it felt like the solemn promise of an ongoing, sublime affair. The renewed faith. The bliss. The beatific pleasure. She and Dr. Akbar, the consummated couple of the clinic, were joined as one. Truly the happiest wife in town.