Latifa, the hijabi whore, Pt. I - Sex Stories

Latifa, the hijabi whore, Pt. I

... applying to alluring perfume, she ran downstairs and put on her high-heels, running out – she was determined to get there early to...compose herself. This was ridiculous – she was normally so confident, so assertive. Yet, when she saw Andrew approaching her, she was already feeling her underwear starting to get wet. The Humanities Centre was on the sixth floor and Andrew picked a quiet room which people hardly ever went to – even during normal college time. They quickly started working on the project – both were well ahead of deadlines. The conversation started off with a little small talk and eventually steered towards some more interesting issues. Andrew argued that women were oppressed in places like Afghanistan and Latifa completely agreed with him – but she couldn’t tell him that. Instead, she argued against him; both Andrew and Latifa were fearsome debaters and that led to some interesting discussions. Eventually, Andrew argued “Well, there’s no doubt that the so called disbelievers, or ‘kaffirs’ are discriminated against!” To which Latifa replied “Well we both have different lifestyles, we don’t respect people who binge-drink and act irresponsibly.” What Andrew did next surprised them both. He stood up and unzipped his trousers, letting his white, uncircumcised 6inch cock out and asked, “Is that why you’re going to be sucking my kaffir cock, Latifa?” Latifa just sat there, transfixed. What on earth was he doing?! Andrew started barking “Right, let’s get a nice ...

... look at you, Latifa. I’m going to be teaching you a lesson in manners today!” Latifa, still sat down on the chair, felt herself getting groped by both of Andrews hands as he lowered down to her level. She fought against him – this clearly wasn’t right – but he was relentless. Andrew ripped her abaya in half – it didn’t take much effort. What a slut, Andrew thought to himself, wearing such a tight-fitting dress. She was begging to be fucked. Underneath, Latifa wore a red bra and red panties, which Andrew proceeded to take off swiftly. Latifa had had enough; she resorted to screaming for help – only for her mouth to be covered by Andrew. “What are you going to do, run outside naked?” Andrew asked smugly. She had this slut right where he wanted her. And he would have her. Now naked, Latifa was forced down onto her knees in front of Andrew. This gave her full-view of Andrew’s cock, Latifa looked at the strange big rod-like structure between his legs with two testicles in their sack behind it, and foreskin covering its head until Andrew rolled it back. When he did, Latifa noticed that the small hole on the tip of his dick was leaking a clear fluid. “Tell me you want to suck my big supreme kaffir cock, Latifa. I know you do, just admit it before I get nasty,” Andrew whispered menacingly. Latifa’s resolve was not going to break anytime soon though, so Andrew shuffled her along the floor until her back was facing the wall and shoved his cock into her mouth, he began to very quickly ...