Goddess of the Moon - Sex Stories

Goddess of the Moon

You come from Turkey, somewhere in the east, I think. Your father is rich, a ‘captain of industry’, owns a mine or a mill or something like that. He’s always had money and you have always been spoilt, he bought you whatever you wanted. However, he didn't always let you have your own way. No, he was strict in that sense, overprotective and quite religious. A Muslim of course, you wore Islamic dress from a young age, even before you started to develop. Loose fitting clothes covering your body and the obligatory head scarf concealing your long black hair. From the age of fifteen you begged him to allow you to go to London and stay with your mother's relatives. He was never going to allow that, no way. Your mum wasn't keen on it either, not at such a young age. After you turned eighteen though, she came around to the idea. They'd brought you up properly and you'd always been a good girl, studied hard, got into a good university. She knew you wouldn't get into any trouble. Besides a summer in London would be just the thing to improve your already excellent English. Eventually, after months of pleading from you and persuasion from your mother, Daddy gave in. You could go to England for two whole months, on the condition you have lessons four days a week, every week. Also, you weren't to go out on your own, home before dark and absolutely no boys. You readily agreed, anything to get to London! Little did your father suspect, his wife's family no longer keep quite the same ...

... traditional values as he does. They were never as conservative as him anyway, and after years spent in England they’ve loosened up considerably. Your aunties don't wear hijaab and the kids pretty much do what they want. They aren't going to enforce any of his rules upon you. Your mother was right though. You are a good girl and never had any intention of taking too much advantage of the situation. You like studying so lessons aren't a problem. You don't plan on going far on your own, you’re afraid of getting lost in such a big city. You always go to bed early so you can be up at sunrise to wash and pray. And you aren't even interested in boys. Well, not much anyway. No, the trouble was their choice of English teacher. It was decided you should have private tuition. Your dad was happy to pay, it eliminated the chance of you being in a class with male admirers. Your cousin phoned the local language school, who passed her on to one of their best teachers who was willing to give one on one lessons over the summer. That teacher was me. Daddy never even considered the possibility they'd choose a male teacher for you and nobody thought to mention it to him. You don't mind who teaches you, as long as they’re nice. You arrive the first weekend of July. Once unpacked and settled, your cousins show you around the local area. Your mother's family aren't as wealthy as your dad's. They do all right, but don't live in the opulence you're used to. Not that it matters, you're no snob and are just so ...