Sexy indian niqabi/hijabiI was walking into my flat after a long week. I was glad it was Friday so I could finally relax. I had been studying late at the library. I was studying at University in Boston, United States. My name is Fatima and I am from India originally. I wanted to see the world and travel to America as I had heard so much about it.I was brought up very religious. I am muslim so I always wear the hijab and niqab (face veil). I am a niqabi and hijabi. I always wear a jilbab as I like to dress islamically. I try to keep up with my prayers even now that I am away from my family. I have a prayer rug in my room and I often pray before I go to bed. I am 5′ 2″ and I have some extra meat on my bones. My skin is dark but most people only get to see my eyes.I had finished my prayers and decided to go online just to pass a bit of the time. I was in a muslim chatroom. I enjoyed being a part of an online community of muslims. My name in the chat was sexyniqabi. I was just enjoying reading the chat and I was catching up on my emails from home. I heard the ping to let me know I hada private message.InfidelJohn: You must have amazing eyesI was not sure if I should respond. His name made me uncomfortable. The majority of the people in the chat were muslims and he obviously was not. It seemed like he was the type to join the room and antagonise muslims. I decided to have some fun back.Sexyniqabi: You will never find outInfidelJohn: Some girls are worth discovering. I am wondering if you are oneSexyniqabi: You can search the world but never find one like meInfidelJohn: I dont want one like you. I want you SexyniqabiIt was fun but I had to admit that last message did turn me on. It was the way he wrote the message, it just got to me. It was nice to be wanted by someone. Most men would not give me a second look because i dressed conservatively and they never saw more than my eyes.Sexyniqabi: What makes you think you would want me if you actually saw me?InfidelJohn: I love a girl in a niqab. I find it so sexy just seeing the eyes. My imagination works on the rest of you. Show me a picture of you in a niqab.I barely knew him and he was asking for pictures. I never had a boyfriend before or had been asked out before. The only boys I would speak to were muslim boys and they would always respect me when they found out i wore a niqab. No boy ever took a sexual interest in me. This feeling was nice. I decided to give in and asked for his email address. He gave me his email address and we both left the chatroom.I emailed him a close up picture of my face where you could just see my eyes. I did not have any make up on and you could see my niqab and the hijab.I did not see how he could find anything interesting in that. I sent the email with the subject “Here you go”. He emailed back straight away with “wow, those are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. You are so beautiful. I love your beautiful brown eyes. I have only seen your eyes andmy dick is solid as a rock.”I could not believe his reply. I was really flattered. Nobody had ever complimented me in such a way. I was shocked by him telling me about his penis but it turned me on knowing I could get such a reaction out of him. It made me want to show him more. He was beginning to fascinate me and I wanted to see a picture of him.I sent a reply simply asking, “please send me a pic”.It took a few minutes but he finally sent a picture. I opened the email and it was an attachment. I did not know him and I feared he had sent me a virus. I was too curious. I needed to see the man that had caught my interest and I could not stop myself from opening the attachment. I opened the attachment and my mouth was literally open wide. He had sent me a picture of his erect cock. I could not believe it. It looked so big. It could not be his and it was so hard. The veins seemed to be bulging. The head was so big. It almost seemed angry. He was definitely not circumcised. He was making my panties damp.I sent a quick reply, “that is not what I meant. I don’t believe that is your penis anyway”.He sent an almost immediate reply, “wait. I will prove it”. This made me laugh and i was wondering if he would show up.He then sent me another email. It was another attachment. I was hoping for another picture of his penis but how would this prove it was his. The last sight of his penis had sent sharp jolts down to my pussy and i seemed to be soaking my panties. I did not usually get this horny when talking to boys. InfidelJohn was a man.I opened the attachment and I felt my pussy almost drench. He sent me a picture of him stroking his penis against the screen where he had the picture of my eyes. This whole exchange was thrilling and really turned me on. I wanted to know his age.I decided to ask his age, “how old are you InfidelJohn?”He replied simply saying, “i am getting tired of sitting at my computer. What is your number? We can whatsapp”.I realised the time and it was getting late. I was note sure if I wanted go take this step but I wanted to keep on talking to him. The conversation had really turned me on and I did not want to stop talking to him.I must have been thinking a while. He sent me another email “it has been 10 minutes. Do you want to or not? Once I go. I will not be back”.That made up my mind and I gave him my number. I took off my clothes and went to bed. I liked sleeping in just my panties and bra. I never wore sexy underwear. It was plain cotton underwear but i liked sleeping without clothes as it made me feel comfortable after wearing heavy clothing all day.I had not received a message from John and was about to nod off when i got his first message.InfidelJohn: Do you now believe that it was my dick?Me: You never told me your age. Also is it ok if i call you John now.InfidelJohn: I would rather you just call me Infidel. First answer my questions and I will tell you what you need to know.Me: I believe it is yours.Infidel: What is it?Me: Your penis.Infidel: You mean my cock. My dick.He wanted me to use those dirty words. He was teasing. I wasn’t going to let him win.Me: Yes, your cock. Your big fat dick.Infidel: I am 28. How old are you?Me: I am 20. Do you still want to talk to me bartın escort or am I too young?Infidel: I don’t care about your age. You are different to most muslim girls. There is something daring about you but you keep it hidden.I did not expect that from him. It was almost as if he saw through me. We had only been talking for a few hours but he seemed to see something in me. I did not know what to say.Me: Thank you. I like talking to you. I dont normally talk to non-muslimsInfidel: You mean infidelsHe was testing my boundaries. I did not want to think of him as an infidel.Me: Yes, infidels. I want to see a picture of your face.Infidel: I will if you answer one question. Did you like seeing my dick?Me: Yes. Was it really that hard from just seeing my picture?Infidel: You were so daring to send me that picture. Most muslim girls would not but you are different. You are special. My dick just wanted to explode. You are an amazing woman. I will send you a picture of me but I want to see a full body picture of you in the niqab.This seemed like a big step but I wanted to take it for him as i wanted to push my boundaries with him. He was making me more daring. I wanted to show more of myself to him.Me: YesI was scrolling through my pictures to find a picture. There was one of me at the university that i sent my parents. I thought this would be a good picture. I was wearing white as it was summer. I usually wear black but thought he would like this matter. The material was thinner so it was easier to make out my body. He was so appreciative of my first picture it made me want to show him so much more. I wanted to wait for his picture first.I finally received it. He looked a bit nerdy. He was dressed in a tux and bow tie. He seemed to be at some party. I could not stop thinking about his huge cock.Me: You look nice. I will send you onenow.I then pressed send. I was not sure if he would still be interested. After a few minutes he replied. I was agonising waiting for his reply.Infidel: You are stunning. I love that outfit. You look amazing. I dream of being the man to remove your clothes to see the real you.With every word he was winning my heart and my panties had no hope against my leaking pussy.Me: Stop it. I can not do that. No man has ever seen me without clothes.I may have protested but deep down I wanted him to see all of me. He was so appreciative of every glimpse I showed him that it made me want to be more open with him.Infidel: I want to be the only man to see you naked. I can make out your sexy body in that dress. Tell me what fantasies you have.I had never felt my pussy so wet. I had started to touch it. My body was acting with a mind of it’s own. He had awakened my sexuality.Me: I am not sure. Tell me yours to give me some ideas.Infidel: At this moment my only fantasy is watching you in that sexy niqab and hijab praying but wearing nothing else. I am sorry if that offends you. I dont want to keep any secrets from you.The idea of doing something so taboo seemed to push my pussy into overdrive and I orgasmed loudly. I could not control myself and screamed out loud, “oh fuck me. Please fuck me infidel.”I could not believe I was so wanton. I felt deep shame as my orgasm subsided. My parents would be so ashamed of me if they knew I orgasmed at the thought of praying naked to an infidel. I was betraying my whole religion. I did not reply and my body was so tired I fell asleep with my juices leaking into the bed.*******************The next morning I still had that feeling of shame at my orgasm from the night before. The idea of performing my prayer naked for an infidel had turned me on so much that I could not control my orgasm. It made my stomach turn. That weekend I kept myself busy at the library and I was busy at university during the week. This kept my mind busy and away from infidel’s cock. I could not resist looking at his cock every night. I was constantly thinking about his big cock. I needed to speak to him but I had to stay away. I could not believe i had started using the disgusting words such as cock in my mind.I was still a good girl. But every night i prayed the idea of performing naked for Infidel would be on my mind. It should have repulsed me. It was the worst kind of sacrilege. But my pussy always betrayed me and would drench my cotton panties at the thought.By Friday I was completely shattered and I was missing speaking to Infidel. He had not messaged me all week since our chat last Friday. I was staring at his cock in just my bra anf panties. I needed to speak to him before i slept. I needed him.It was 10.40pm and i decided to send him text.Me: Hi. I am sorry about disappearing last Friday. Can you talk tonight?He did not reply. I must have upset him by just not responding after he had told me about his fantasy. I really needed to talk to him. It hit midnight and i needed to hear back from him.Me: I am sorry I haven’t messaged all week. I promise we can talk about anything tonight.I was sitting there in agony. I feared I had lost him. The first man to take a sexual interest in me and I had pushed him away. It was 12.05am. I needed Infidel tonight. I was so desperate to talk to him.Me: I really need to speak to youI knew that last message was making me sound desperate but I needed to speak to him. He still did not reply. It was 12.30am and I wanted to give it one last try. I really needed him. He brought my body to life in a way nobody else could.Me: I promise I will do anything you want tonight. Please message me.I put my phone to the side thinking I had lost him for good. Tears were welling up in my eyes. I was devastated at the thought of losing him so soon.I then heard my phone vibrate to let me know i had a message. I could not contain my joy. From darkness he brightened my life. I was so happy to hear from him.Infidel: Will you really do anything I want tonight?I was so happy to hear from him. There was only one answer I could give.Me: Yes. Anything you want.Infidel: Tell me about your fantasiesHe knew I was desperate to talk to him and he was going to push my boundaries tonight.Me: I am not sure. I don’t really have fantasies.Infidel: What have you been thinking about this week bartın escort bayan that has made your pussy wet?The only thoughts that made my pussy wet this week was the thought of his cock. I would look at it every night. The thoughts that made my pussy leak like a faucet was his fantasy of watching me pray naked. It was starting to become my fantasy.Me: I am sorry. I can’t tell you.Infidel: I expected more from you. You promised to tell me everything. We will have to end this.It hurt me so much to think he was disappointed in me. I could not lose him.Me: Your cock pics have made my pussy wet all week.Infidel: I know there is more. Tell me everything or I will go. Me: I have fantasised about you watching me pray in just my hijab and niqab. I want to show you my body.Infidel: What happens to your pussy when you think of me watching you?Me: i drench my panties and my pussy juice leaks down my leg. I never get this wet but when I think of you watching me, my pussy gets dripping wet.Infidel: Good girl. You have made me happy. One day I will make this fantasy come trueI felt so overjoyed that I had pleased him. I also felt unburdened that I could be honest with him.Me: I am not sure I will be brave enough to go through with it.Infidel: You will be. You are braver and more daring than any girl I have ever known. You are special.The idea that I was special to him made me happy. I needed to know if he wanted to be with me but I did not know how to ask him.Me: Do you have a girlfriend?Infidel: No. Do you have a boyfriend?This made me happy as he would be mine and I would do anything to keep him.Me: No. I have never talked to any male like this before.Infidel: I want you to be my girlfriend. But only if you fulfill my desires.Me: I will do anything you want or need. I want to be yours.That made me so happy. He never asked me out. He just claimed me. This made me so happy.Infidel: What are you wearing right now?Me: I only sleep in my underwear. It is just a plain bra and panties. What are you wearing? Infidel: take them off. I want you to be naked when you talk to me. You will only wear what i give you permission to wear.I did as he commanded. I quickly removed my bra and my panties. I was more turned on than ever before at the way he was controlling my body. No man had ever commanded me in such a way. No man had ever told me what to wear. My pussy was so wet. My nipples were so hard. I started rubbing my wet sopping pussy without a second thought. He was really turning me on.Me: Yes sirInfidel: I am naked. I always sleep naked but when I talk to you my cock is always hardThe thought of his cock sent a jolt to my pussy. I decided to be more daring as he enjoyed.Me: Send me a pic of your penis pleaseInfidel: Only if you ask like you really want itI needed it so bad. I was so turned on. I needed to see his big cock. The cock that controlled what I wore. The cock that I was naked for. I was so desparate for that cock.Me: Please send me a pic of your big white cockMy wet brown pussy needs it so bad. Please give me that big infidel dick.Infidel: You mean wet muslim cuntOh god he was turning me on so much. His filthy words were causing my pussy to leak so desparately. I could feel my pussy juice pooling under my ass on the bed.Me: Yes. My horny muslim cunt needs it so bad. Please give me that infidel cock.He sent me a picture on whatsapp. His cock was so amazing. His hand barely fit around it. It turned me on so much. I wanted to show him my body so bad. I needed him to see me. He would be the first man to see me. I was sure he would ask me.Infidel: Did you like it?Me: Yes. My pussy is so wet. Do you want to see my body?Infidel: I will only see your naked body when you pray naked for me.Me: I might never be able to do that. I want to but I am not sure i can. I am sorry. I am naked on my bed just for you. I want you to see me. All of me.Infidel: I will. I know you and I know you will do this for me one day soon. Tell me your real name.Me: My name is Fatima.Infidel: That is a beautiful name. I love saying itMe: Call me and say my name. I need to hear my lover say my name.He called me and I became nervous again. I spoke in an indian accent and I was worried he might not like this. I needed this though. I answered the phone.Me: HiI was being shy all over again and I was not sure what to say. I had become confident over messages but this was starting new again.Infidel: Hi FatimaI loved the way he said my name. He had such a sexy commanding voice. It sounded like he had a New York accent. It turned me on so much and I literally moaned into the phone without even thinking. I was still rubbing my pussy and my body felt like it was on fire. I had never been so turned on by a man in my life.Me: Mmmmmm. Ahhhhh. I love the way you say my name.Infidel: Fatima Fatima FatiiiimaaaaHe said it would more emphasis. His voice sent vibrations direct to my pussy. He was turning me on so much I felt like I would cum at any moment.Me: Ohhhhhhh god it sounds sooooooo gooooood coming from youI was so turned on I was going to cum any second.Infidel: I am stroking my cock looking at your pictures. You are so sexy. I won’t be able to control myself if i ever saw you naked. Are you rubbing your pussy? Your voice is sexy. I love your accent.He was turning me on so much. I was barely holfing on from my orgasm. I was so horny.Me: I am rubbing my pussy with my right hand and my left hand is on my big tits. I am so horny for you.Infidel: Put your finger in your pussy. Imagine it is my big infidel dick fucking your horny muslim cunt right now. How big are those muslim tits. I would guess 36d. They look so big in your pictures.His filthy words were turning me on so much. I was becoming a moaning mess and i was furiously fucking my pussy. My tits were bigger than he guessed.Me: Oh yes. Oh yes. Ohhhhhh yessssss. They are 36dd. They are your muslim tits.Infidel: I only want to see them hanging down from your naked body when you are praying to my white cockThat sent an immediate jolt to my pussy and my body convulsed as i reached my orgasm. I did not know what I was saying. I was just a babbling mess. Me: Yesssssssssss. Ohhhhhhh yessss. I will pray escort bartın to your big white cockkkk. I will display my naked body for youuu. Oh godddddd. I am cummingggggggggggggggg.When I came to my senses I realised Infidel had cut the phone off. He had sent me a message.Infidel: Do you have an iphone?I did. I was wondering why he needed to know.Me: Yes i do.Infidel: I will facetime you tomorrow. I want to see you pray in that white jilbab and niqab outfit from the picture.Me: I am not ready to do anything more.I had calmed down now after my orgasm and was able to think more clearly.Infidel: I won’t pressure you. But you are not allowed to wear anything under the outfit. No panties and no bra and nothing else.It seemed reasonable and was a lot better than praying naked. I would go straight to hell if i prayed naked.Me: I wont wear anything underneath. I was starting to get butterflies in my stomach. The idea of praying for him was turning me on again. Infidel: I will see you tomorrow ;-)Me: Good night my infidel xoxo**********The next morning i was really nervous about performing for Infidel. I was thinking about it all day. I knew he was testing me and he would probably stop talking to me if I did not go throught with it.I had fallen in love with him and I wanted more from him. He was opening me up sexually. I had never been like this for anyone. I needed to go through with it for Infidel. I wanted to show my body to him. I wanted him to tell me how much he wanted my body. I needed him to want me. I wanted to call him John. I hoped he would let me.It was 9.00pm and i was getting ready for my prayers. I dressed up just as John had wanted.I called him on facetime. He answered the call and his picture was filled with his huge cock. This changed my whole mentality. I had been expecting it to be a normal prayer with John watching but all I could see was his huge infidel cock and this immediately caused my pussy to flood with my pussy juice. I was dripping already.He was slowly moving his hand up and down his hard cock. He was so hard and so big. My mouth was dry and I did not know what to say. I was mesmerised by his cock.He broke the silence.Infidel: You look beautiful. I love that sexy niqab. Where is your prayer rug?It was on the bed. I lifted it for him. The prayer rug had a picture of Mecca on it.Infidel: Put the phone in front of you. I want to see you pray.I set the phone down on the table. I set up the camera to face me as i would be praying.I laid down the prayer rug and set myself. I could not take my eyes off his cock. It was so beautiful. So sexy. My pussy was throbbing. I could feel the juices leaking down my leg. I bit my lip and tried to focus on my prayer.I said “allah u akbar” as I had to now bend forward. As i did so i did not take my eyes off John’s cock. All i could think about was that John wanted to see my big tits hanging forward like this. I was getting so wet. My mind was so filthy. I wanted John behind me and fucking my big ass when i prayed and screamed “allah u akbar”. I was such a slut. My mind was so filthy. I needed his cock so bad.I could easily open my jilbab and release my naked body for John. There were only 4 buttons that needed opening release my jilbab.As I was going down on my knees with my face to the ground. I realised that with all the thoughts in my head I was praying to Infidel’s cock rather than to allah.I was mesmerised by the infidel cock. I needed John to see me. I needed John to love all of me. I needed to make all of John’s fantasies come true. While on my knees I released the buttons on my jilbab and as i came up the jilbab fell from my body.John was furiously stroking his cock. My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was literally dripping.I was scared to say anything as I would end up moaning. I felt unburdened after shedding my jilbab and pleased that I was finally giving John what he always wanted. I was only wearing my hijab and niqab. My big tits were hanging down against my body. My pussy was slightly open as my legs were slightly apart. It felt so good to be naked for John.My body was on fire. I was focusing on John’s cock as i was stood on my prayer rug. My eyes would not move from his cock. My body was completely naked for him. My pussy juice was leaking on to the prayer rug. I bent forward and my heavy tits were hanging down. I could hear John moan even louder. He was pulling on his cock so hard i thought he would rip it off. His cock was turning me on so much. I wanted it rubbing all over my naked body.I was so pleased to be having this effect on him. I then went on my knees and opened my knees apart so he could see my wet cunt. I was so hot for him. I could feel the prayer rug under me and it was soaked with my pussy juice.”Allah u akbar please give me your infidel cock. I need you John. I am so hot for you. I need your big infidel cock inside me”.John said “turn around and bend over. I want to see that big juicy ass.”I did as he commanded. I was bent over and i displayed my ass for him. “Bend over more and arch your back. Put your hands on your ass cheeks and spread them for me. I want to see your asshole and cunt. I will fuck your ass on that prayer rug soon. You are my muslim slut. I own you” he said.John continued, “your pussy is so wet. You are literally dripping onto the prayer rug. You are horny muslim slut. You are my horny muslim slut. I will fuck your cunt on that prayer rug as your scream allah u akbar”.He was turning me on so much. His words were turning me on so much. The dirty words werr turning me on so much. I was so wet and hot. I was desperate to cum. I needed to cum so bad. He did not say I could touch myself. Something inside me told me I needed his permission.”Please can I touch my pussy. I need to cum. I need it so bad” I pleaded.”Only if you scream allah u akbar when you cum” he ordered.I needed to cum so bad i would have done anything for him. I spread my legs and started rubbing my pussy. I could see his cock between my legs. He was stroking so furiously. His cock was so wet and shiny. I needed it so bad.As i stared at his cock i came loudly “alllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaah u aaaaaaakkkkkkkbaaaaaarrrrrrr i neeeeeeeèdddddd yyyoooouuuuuurrrrr biiiiiiggggg infiiiidelllll cockkkkkk”. As i came i could see his cock spurt cum all over the camera screen. It was so beautiful.I collapsed on to the prayer rug. That was the most powerful orgasm i had ever had. I felt complete. I loved John.