I quickly grabbed my burqa, which he makes me wear whenever he shares me with someone, and I wore it and ran to my home. They all were there for some time, and I don’t know what they were doing. I got freshened up quickly, and I was so exhausted that I texted my husband to get himself some food while he was coming home, and I didn’t cook anything today. I told him I was exhausted and I was sleeping, so he came home late, ate his dinner, and then slept beside me.
I told him everything the next morning, and he was concerned if it would hurt the baby or something, but I told him no. I told him to try to push his hand into my pussy. It was so wide open.
He was able to push his whole hand until his elbow was in there. He made a first, and I told him to masturbate me like that for some time till I hit orgasm.
I squirted all over his face, and he was done. He sat beside me and masturbated while I was talking to my bull on the phone. I asked for permission to make my husband masturbate, so that’s why he was able to do it.
After that, we casually had sex until it was the 8th month, and we stopped because it was close. I wanted a perfect delivery, and my parents and in-laws were both there for the delivery.
So my bull stopped coming to our home. One last time before deceit, I went to his flat while my parents were down, and I told my parents that one of my friends lives on the upper floor above my flat, so I told them I was there.
But I was at my bull’s flat, and I was riding on his dickey. I wasn’t able to wait for the deception and show my bull his baby. He fucked me hard by saying what a slut I was, that my parents were down below and I was here just for riding a Muslim man’s dickens. and humiliated me for this. He came in with a pussycat. I wasn’t wearing any pants, and I choose not to wear any pants whenever I go to my bull. It made it more hot for me.
After an hour, I went back home and went to the toilet. They were leaking and were almost up to my feet now. It was making me so horny. I masturbated in the bathroom and cleaned myself.
And then we started doing Pooja. It was very stressful for me. The only thing on my mind was my bulls-dick. It’s been almost two years now that he fucked me every week while I was doing Aarti, and I can’t do it without that anymore. I was so horny. I hated myself for thinking of a Muslim man’s dick while doing Pooja, and that’s what made it more horny and hotter.
I was completely a Hindu slut now. I accepted myself as a Muslim man’s fuck toy and a breeder. It was now accepted in my mind, and I completely gave up. As soon as it was over, I went in the bathroom again and masturbated while talking to my bull on the phone.
I told him that I accepted myself as a Muslim man’s breeder and a fuck toy for him. He said he was proud of me, and I had the biggest orgasm I’d had in a while. I was shaking so badly. It took me a half hour just to calm completely down, and then I went out and took some rest.
After a month, my labour pain started. It was very painful, and I was hardly thinking straight. I wanted my dog to be with me, but as my parents were here, it wasn’t possible. I managed with the help of my husband, who gave me his love and support. I was happy to have him. He had nothing to gain from me, and he was still giving me all his love and support. I was truly blessed to have him as a husband. But I loved my bull more. But I lived with my husband too, just for the mental support and love.
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