My husband recently fired you, and I’m blissfully ignorant about it. You don’t know that when you sneak into the house, but you soon find out. I’m naturally sweet about seeing you in our home, putting it down to me forgetting to lock the front door. I recognise you from the night before, and tell you I’ll see when my husband is due home.
Turns out he’s going to be a few hours, and he was strangely uptight about having you in our house. I put it down to the fact that I’m a Muslim woman, and him just trying to preserve my honour.
However, when I see you sneaking up on me after I told you to leave after finishing your water, I start to wonder if my husband had been right to be nervous.
I stand my ground, telling you to leave before I call the police and… well, you have a rather unconventional way of making me forget how to speak altogether…
You get THAT out.
And as I look at it, I simply don’t know what to say. Or think. Actually, that’s a lie. I know what to think, but it would be far too haraam to say, and adulterous, too.
But I say it anyway; you’re so much bigger than my husband.
You talk about how something is owed to you, and while my mouth says that’s ridiculous, a part of me can’t help but agree.
Maybe this is my chance. I’ve secretly been fantasising about cock bigger than my husbands and… god, you really would be the jackpot.
And so, hesitantly at first, I decide to help you help me. I’ll let you get the revenge you want, willingly. What choice do I have? I know I want it.
But when you start fucking my face with a cock that barely fits, I realise that I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
Being used to missionary-with-the-lights off with my Muslim husband and his small cock really didn’t train me to be a good slut.
Yet, somehow, as if something that was always within me had finally woken up, it doesn’t take long for me to learn my place.
My ancestors were looking down at me, proud of the filth tumbling from my lips as I beg you to colonise me, as I beg you to take my tight brown holes and use them as the fleshlight they were always meant to be.
But then… just when I’ve grown addicted to your BWC using me, you make me realise just how worthless I am to you, and just how much of my worth is attached to my ability to please you. You make me realise that I really AM just a pawn to you, and sickeningly, that makes me putty in your hands all the more…
Just please, PLEASE, own me. Colonise me. Nothing else matters.
For fans of: reluctance, colonisation, BWC worship, self degradation, hardcore dirty talk, interracial domination, Muslim wife, cheating, rough sex, eye crossing, ahegao, dumb bumbo, bimbofication
