Desi Gay Sex Story of a CD’s Wild Romance

Desi Gay Sex Story: I am Manish, 28 years old crossdresser and I am sharing my true story with you. Have patience to read this. Since my childhood, I knew that I am not a male. I used to feel like a girl and behave like a girl all the time. I was from a conservative Brahmin family from UP, India and always felt ashamed of myself as I was not enjoying Boys Company.

In fact, I used to enjoy company of girls and behave like them too. My parents were worried about me. After 12th, they sent me to Mumbai at my aunt’s home for further studies. Mumbai gave wings to my dreams and I came to know about a whole world of crossdressing and gay world. There was a website called guy4man.com where people used to find gay people. I made an account there and started meeting people.

Being a crossdresser, I always wanted a hunk, muscular type male who can make me feel like real woman. I have met few Hindu tops (in LGBT world, a top is the alpha male in the relationship who is the husband on bed and bottom is the wife on bed). I did not like uncut, small and smelly Hindu cocks. I never enjoyed it and remained virgin for a long period of time.

I have concentrated more on making my body more feminine by doing exercises that made my belly flatter and my blossoms heavy and pulpy. In a year and two, I was looking like a real woman when dressed.

I made some crossdresser friends too in Mumbai. Now I was doing a good job in a bank and living alone. Simi, my cd friend told me about difference between Hindu cocks and Muslim cocks. They told me that Muslim cocks are longer, thick and cut with no smells and nothing. She has many Muslim top friends. I never met anyone of them.

One day, when I was at my job, Simi called me and asked me to come to a party at nalasopara. I did not know about it so I said no yar, what would I do there.
She told me that it’s a gay party and there would be no females there. Only tops and CDs. Now I was somehow curious. I thought let’s see and explore this opportunity and make some friends. Who knows I might find someone special.

On Saturday night, I went to the party with all my stuff. When I reached the venue, I felt extremely good. It was a beach side resort with few rooms and a common dance floor. The entry fee was 600 rupees. The organizers were good and humble and asked me to share a room with others.

Being a cd, I wanted a separate room so I requested organizers to allocate me a single room. They were sorry as there were only 15 rooms and total number of people would be 200 around. I asked for some advice as I was new to this place. He said me that you can try nearby resorts and if you are lucky, you can get a room there.

I went to a resort that was located exactly opposite direction to the party resort. I asked at the reception and there was a spare room. I was relieved. I told the reception manager that I am a cd and will dress as a female and go to the party. He said it’s okay, there are many cd couples come here. I was completely on the seven heavens. I went to the room and went to brush and bath.

Now let me tell you about me, my height is 5′ 7″ and weight is 68. I have a wheatish skin tone and have no hairs except head. My skin was smooth and glowing. I have soft chests with small boobs. When you see me, you can find a cleavage too.

Before going to bath, I called Simi to know her whereabouts. She told me that she is there with her gang of friends. She was also getting ready. She told me to come fast.

In hurry, I took bath and started getting ready. I had a shoulderless black dress that reached till my thighs. It was extremely short dress. First I wore a strapless bra and underwear. Then I wore a dress. Then I did makeup. I was looking extremely hot like Bipasha Basu I had a medium hair wig. I applied wig and use more eyeliner to make killing eyes.

When I was ready, I wore Sandals and locked the room. And went to the party resort. At the entrance, a few people were collecting money. I paid there and went inside. On the dance floor, a few people were dancing. Some guys were drinking and smoking on the tables. I searched for Simi and found her sitting at a table with some guys.

I started walking towards her direction and suddenly I bumped on something heavy. He said- oh sorry sweetie, I am extremely sorry.

I was in anger. My phone was on ground. I shouted on him without looking at him- can’t you see someone coming to you? You moron!

I picked my phone and stand up to see him. I was dumbstruck seeing him. He was about 6′ 3″ height and his weight was around 100 kilo. Still he was very masculine and healthy with flat belly. His biceps were like my thighs. He has dark black skin and heavy beard and moustache.

He was wearing a black t shirt and denim jeans. He has some scar on his forehead that run through his one eye and till the centre of his cheek. You can say that he was like a goon type fellow.

He again said sorry and went to the counter direction. I went to Simi. She wore a black backless party dress.

Simi- hi Payal, how are you?
Me- I am good, how are you?
Simi- meet my friends. He is Rehan, he is Asif and he is Shoaib. Guys, this is Payal.

All three friends greeted me with smiles. I can see their lustful eyes in their smiles.
Simi asked me to sit near her. I sat there and suddenly Simi introduced me with someone.

Simi- Payal, he is Javed. Javed, this is Payal.
I was in utter shock. Javed was a same guy I accidently bumped with. He was smiling.
I awkwardly smiled and shake hands with him. He sat exactly opposite to me.
I was feeling nervous.

Shoiab, Asif and Rehan were looking like simple, boy next door types with good built and handsome faces. On the other hand, Javed was like a street thug. His black complexion, muscular body and scar on his face was enough to scare anyone. I bet no woman would look at him if he is passing on the road. Mother’s would keep their sons away from him.

Simi and her friends were talking something about. Honestly, I was never interested in it. My mind was occupied with Javed. The reason was something different and I knew it. He was someone I wanted for my entire life. A lover who can make me feel like woman, who can make me on my knees? Who can crush me under his body weight?

Simi and her friends were going to the party floor. I excused them and went to the counter to buy cigarettes. When I lit cigarette, I saw Javed was talking with Simi and Simi was laughing. I ignored it and went to the same place where I was sitting and started puffing cigarette.

I saw Simi was moving his body and her three friends were around her kissing and pressing her body parts. I was feeling comfortable with the environment now.

Some gay couples were kissing near the beaches and some crossdressers were sitting at the tables drinking alcohol.

I could not find Javed now. I was searching for him but he was nowhere. Suddenly a group of people came to my table and asked me to join with them on a dance floor. I politely said no.

One guy from the group who was looking like a leader of the group came close to me and put his hand on my face and started squeezing it. I was curious now and I give him a push. He was adamant now. He again tried to come to me, bit was stopped by a heavy hand.

Javed was there to rescue me. I said thank god in silent. He pushed that guy back and stood before me. The group went silent and went from there. I was feeling sorry now. I called Javed moron earlier and now he was here helping me.

I said- Javed, thank you and sorry for earlier. I was…
Javed said- no issues sweetie. It happens. Hope you are now okay.
I sat there again and lit another cigarette. Javed sat near me and we sat there for around half an hour.
Simi and her friends came to the table to relax a bit. Javed and his friends went to buy some drinks. Now I and Simi were sitting along.

I found this opportunity to talk with Simi.
I said- Simi, how this party work? I mean, what is the purpose of such parties.
Simi- the concept is very simple. You come either single or with partner. You drink, dance and have fun all night. The party ends at 10 am in morning. All you need to do is to have fun and that’s it. Do you like it?
I informed her about the group incident and how Javed helped me.

Simi- don’t go on his looks. He is a very good person. Haa, wo thoda illegal activities me involved he. But for friends, he is good and can do anything.
Me- what types of illegal activities?
Simi- nothing dangerous. Like smuggling, hawala, batting and all.

Me- oh! It’s okay. Why he did not join you at a floor.
Simi- Javed’s story is different. He only likes crossdressers. No girls, no boys. Just crossdressers. The main thing is he is looking for someone who can be his lover for a lifelong. He does not believe in flirting and casual hang-ups and one night stands.

That’s why he is alone. Rehan is my boyfriend. Natasha is on the way, she is shoiab gf and Pooja is not coming today, she is Asif’s gf. We all have partners, but still we enjoy sex in groups. Javed does not like it. He is looking for someone special.
I was quite impressed. I was feeling weak now for him. I asked Simi.

Me- what he was telling to you when k went to the counter?
Simi burst into laughter.
Simi- oh my god! Are you really interested in him or what?

Me- oh come one, I knew you guys were talking something about me. So just curious.
Simi- yes, he was telling me that who is your friend and How she and all that is…
Me- what you told him?
Simi- nothing. Just it’s your first time and you are bit shy and all. If you are interested, I can talk to him.
Me- no yar, I am just asking.

Suddenly, Javed and his friends came with drinks and the talk was over.
Then Natasha came and they all went to a room to have fun. They asked me to join, but I refused. Now Javed and I were alone on the table.
The silence was awkward. Javed was looking at the people and sky and I was smoking one cigarette after another. I was exhausted and decided to break the silence.

Javed, what do you do?
Javed turned to me and smiled.
Javed- Ji, I am in some dirty business.
Me- like what?
Javed: beautiful woman like you should not discuss such things. Talk something as beautiful as you.
I was flattered.
As I said, I was flattered. He started asking me about my likes dislikes interests and other things. He asked whether I like casual flirting and lovemaking or not.

Me- What do you think?

Javed: I think you must be getting so many proposals. Even ugly looking CDs are in demands. And you are too beautiful. Tell me, you have a boyfriend… Right?

I smiled- No, I don’t. I am really a single.

Javed: I think Mumbai does not know how to appreciate beauty. Why are you single, may I know?

Me- I have some preferences. I am very choosy.

Javed: May I know your preferences?

Me: do you want to know everything about me in a first meeting itself? Tell me something about you.

Javed: What do you want to know?

Me: Anything that you want to share.

Javed: Okay, I am 38, single, lives alone in Bandra. I have my own gang of people who indirectly rules Bandra. I love bodybuilding and I love crossdressers.

Me: I am scared. How do you rule?

Javed: in today’s world, you have to snatch things from people if you want them. Even happiness…

Me- well, I don’t agree. You cannot snatch some things. For example.. feelings… Emotions.. love.

Javed: And how you define love? That?

Javed pointed to some guys who were in romantic action in group.

Javed: or what Simi is doing with Natasha, Asif and others.

Me- Don’t be judgemental. It’s their choices. Who are we to judge them?

Javed: but is it love?

Me: who knows. We have made love very subjective. May be, for them, it’s kind of love.

Javed: do you believe in that kind of love?

Me: of course not! But even for me, physical intimacy is important.

Javed went silent. Oh god! It was irresistible to just sit besides him. His scar made him more handsome and charming. His black olive skin was so dominating. His strong hands and chest were like a demon of old mythological stories. I wanted him, all of him inside me.

I somehow continued the conversation.

Me- why are you in these illegal activities? Can’t you find a decent job? Don’t you want to be a respected man in society?

He looked at me like I had asked something wrong. I apologized.

Me- Sorry, it was out of curiosity. Please ignore. It’s none of my business.

Javed smiled. And looked deeply in my eyes as he was talking with my eyes now.

Javed: I was 11 years old when my parents were killed in Hindu Muslim riots. I grew up with my chacha and chachi. At very early age, I understood a simple equation of life. People just fear you, they don’t respect you. They respect the fear lying behind it. I scare people and they fear from me. For me, it’s respect.

Me: oh, I am so sorry to hear this Javed. I am really sorry.

Javed: Did you kill my parents? Why are you sorry?

Me: Do you hate Hindus for that?

Javed: No, I don’t. I just hate people who have hatred for another person. Even if I am in this dirty business, I don’t hurt innocents. I am bad only for bad people.

I did not want to drag this discussion. So I changed the topic.

Me- okay okay, tell me about you. Why are you single?

Javed laughed. First time I noticed his lips. They were full and thick and juicy. I imagined how would it feel while kissing him.

Javed: Well, I don’t know. May be I am ugly. Look at me, do you think any CDs would fall for me?

Me: Come on! You are a hunk. I mean, CDs love your kind of men.

Javed smiled- Well, I don’t think so. I had a cd partner once. She was from Kolkata.

Me- then? What happened? Kolkata CDs are very beautiful, I know.

Javed: it was good. The problem was not with her, the problem was with me.

Me- what problem.

Javed: you might not like it. You will consider me orthodox and dominant.

Me: come on! We are taking since last half an hour. Tell me, what’s the problem.

Javed: okay, but don’t be judgemental.

Me: I promise.

Javed: actually, I am very possessive in relationship. I don’t want my partner hangs around in small dresses and people touch her here and there. And I wanted to marry her. She loved her free life.

Me: Oh, a typical Muslim man.

Javed: well, I told you. Don’t be judgemental.

Me: No, I am not being judgemental. And what’s wrong in wearing small skirts. Tell me, I am wearing the world’s smallest dress. Do you have any problems?

Javed: Of course not, but you are not my partner.

We both laughed on his joke. I lit another cigarette. I offered him one too.

Javed: I don’t smoke. Thanks.

Me: do you really wanted to marry her?

Javed: Yes, why?

Me: just curious. In our world, it’s quite unnatural to find such types of mindsets.

Javed: enough about me, now it’s your turn. Tell me, why are you single?

Me: Now you will judge me if I tell you.

Javed: No, I won’t. Tell me.

Me: okay, I will tell. But you don’t make any assumptions from it. Okay.

Javed: okay.

Me: First, I am also looking for a committed relationship. I don’t like casual flings.

Javed: Okay! Then…

Me: I met some Hindu tops, but I don’t like their company. They just are interested in one thing. They are scared of family and privacy and their closets. I mean, they want sex, but they will not even recognize you if you meet them on road.

Javed: so you like Muslim men?

Me: I told you not to imagine anything. Remember?

Javed: I am not imagining anything. Okay, who is your ideal partner? What’s your expectations?

Me: someone who can treat me like woman. Who can make me feel that I am a woman. Someone who is a best friend of mine and who can kind of dominates me.

Javed: you like if someone dominates you?

Me: of course, I am a woman inside and its natural that I want my partner to dominate a bit. After all, they are the supreme in the relationship.

Javed: what else you want?

Me:

I don’t know, I told you all. Nothing in particular. Someone who can proudly introduce me to his groups as his girlfriend. Who is not ashamed of me, but proud of me.

Javed- good. I like it. You have to be a man to have guts like this.

Me- Yes.

Simi and other friends suddenly came to us. I think they were finished. They joined us and started chatting about movies and all.

Me and Javed both were silent. Looking at each other. Initially, noone noticed that. But then Simi noticed it.

Simi: guys, can you see something?

Asif: what?

Simi pointed me and Javed.

Simi: there is some biryani cooking between these two..

I was shocked. I did not expect this. I was kind of blushing.

Me- come on Simi, there is nothing like it. You are too much.

Simi: come on, if there is anything between you, there is nothing to hide about.

Me: but there is nothing like it.

Javed: we just chatted about casual things. Nothing particular.

Asif: Javed Bhai, agar kuchh he to bol dena.

Simi: Yes, I can make up for you. Payal is my best friend.

Me pinched Simi and asked her to stop. Javed was too blushing.

Organizers called for dinner and we all went for it. After dinner, they all decided to go to home. Javed had an open jeep. They all were greeting organizers and thanking for a ravishing party. I decided to go to my room.

Javed was again discussing something with Simi. Simi again was laughing. I felt uncomfortable. This time, Simi was looking at me. She came to me finally.

Simi: there is a request from Javed.

Me- What?

Simi- He wants your number.

I was on cloud nine. Finally he has shown some interest. Believe me readers, I wanted to take him to my room and get crushed under him. But I did not want to do anything in hurry. He was the best man I have ever seen and I wanted to make him mine.

Simi: what are you thinking.

Me- Nothing. Should I give?

Simi- you ask yourself. Do you like him?

I looked at Javed. He was looking at me. He smiled. His eyes were full of hope. I smiled back to him

Simi: if you are genuinely interested. Then only give number. He has something unusual.

Me: what unusual?

Simi: it concerns you only if you are interested and give number. Otherwise it does not concern you.

Me: come on you puzzle girl… Tell me.

Simi: I told you. Do you want to give number?

Me: okay, forward my number to him.

Simi: Great. Be ready for consequences now.

She turned around and started walking.

Me: hello, wait. What consequences? And what that unusual thing?

Simi: I will text on WhatsApp.

I was lost. What might be the possible consequences? What about unusual thing. I saw Simi giving my number to Javed. He saved in his mobile and waved to me. I waved him too.

Suddenly I got a WhatsApp text alert. Javed is too fast, I thought.

I was wrong. The text was from Simi as she promised. I was in utter shock when I read the message.

The text showed:

“JAVED HAS 11″ THICK COCK. Enjoy the consequences. ”

I was overwhelmed. She thought the text will scare me, but I loved the text. I have heard that bodybuilders have small or average lengthed cocks.

I decided at the same moment.

I want this beef-eater, pounded, Muslim stud by hook or crook.

I replied to Simi.

Me- I love such long, juicy consequences. In fact, I love to suck such consequences.

Simi sent smileys.

I went to the room and jumped on bed. I was dressed as female and I wanted to remain like that. I was feeling like a teenager who just fall in love. I never felt for anyone the way I feel for Javed. Though he was a street goon and was not traditionally good looking.

But he was massive, he was rough, someone who will protect you against all odds. Women love powerful alpha male. I have heard in some books that earlier, males used to fight for women. The one who wins becomes the master of the woman. I knew that Javed would win me if such fights are organised now.

I wanted to sit on his lap and cuddle him romantically. I wanted him to take a charge on me. I wanted him to dominate me completely. I don’t know when I slept thinking about Javed.

The next day morning when I woke up, it was 10:00 AM. My check out time was 11. I hurriedly took bath and checked out at 10 45.

I took a special can till Andheri. I did not get the time to check my phone. I opened the phone and turned on the internet. I checked WhatsApp.

There was a flood of messages from various groups. I started deleting messages without reading them. Suddenly i found a message from an unknown number. I opened the tab.

The message read like this:

“Hi Payal

I thank to Allah that I attended the party. I did not want to come, but Allah decided something else for me. I met you and something happened to me. I was scared actually. I did not want to ruin the first impression. I wanted to tell you so many things, but could not. I wanted to tell you that I want someone like you.

Someone so beautiful and gorgeous like you. I could not wait to touch your soft skin. I don’t know what happened to me. Thanks for sharing your number. My Allah tells me that there is something written about me and you. I hope it’s true. I am going to pray to mosque for you. I will ask Allah to give me you. I want you. I am sorry for such blatant thoughts. Javed.”

I was blushing literally. I was thinking whole night how to get him to my knees and here he was asking Allah for me.
I wanted someone like him. I thanked God and replied.

“Don’t you think you are too fast? We just met once. We don’t even know each other.”

I pressed SEND button.

Suddenly he came online. I missed a heartbeat.

He replied:

“Yes, I know, but I don’t trust the world. What if you get engaged to someone else?”

I was laughing. How silly reply it was.

I sent a smiley

He too replied with smiley.

Then we started chatting on WhatsApp.

Me- yesterday, you were too shy to talk about all this. Why sudden outrage?

Javed: yes, for some time, I was in dilemma.

Me: what dilemma?

Javed: i was uncertain whether to go for a relationship when I am involved in all these businesses and all.

Me: so?

Javed- so what?

Me- what have you decided?

Javed- you are mine baby. No one can take you away from me.

Me- what if I say that I don’t like you.

Javed: I know. You like me.

What the hell? How does he know? Is he a mind-reader or what?

Me- how do you know?

Javed- if you were not interested, you would not have talked with me to-the-length about your preferences and all.

Me- come on, it does not imply that I am interested in you.

Javed- wait, you have given some indicators.

Me- what indicators?

Javed- when you said that you like only musalman guys, I have found blushing on your face.

Me- it is because you are Muslim. Nothing else. And talking with a stranger first time about all this. Obviously I was nervous.

Javed- there is a difference between nervousness and blushing.

Me: wrong. What were other indicators?

Javed: you gave your number to Simi… You asked her to forward to me.

Me- what’s the big deal. You were her friend and we met so I thought to be your friend. None of what you have told really falls into indicators.

Javed- okay, wait, let me reveal a secret.

Me- what secret?

Javed- just wait baby.

I was wondering what would be that makes him so confident? I recalled all the talks I had with him yesterday. Nothing clearly mentioned by me that shows that I was interested. Whatever it is, I will not give up so easily.

Javed send me an image. I tapped on it to download. It was a screenshot of se conversation. First, I did not understand what it is, then I realized what it is.

That bitch Simi took a screenshot of me appreciating Javed’s cock and that consequences thing to him. I told myself. You bloody Simi, I will get you for this.

Javed was online waiting for me to comment. I did not know what to answer. I closed WhatsApp and started browsing other apps.

I got a notification.

Javed- come on, accept it now. You like me.

Though I wanted to accept it, I thought to tease him for some more time.

Me- Mr. Javed Ali, this image does not prove anything. I was just teasing Simi as she was teasing me. Don’t take it seriously.

Javed- oh is it so? So you are not interested in me, right?

Me- yes, I am not.

Javed- then I won’t message you again. Bye khuda Hafiz.

Me- hello dude, ye kya attitude he. Can’t we be just friends?

Javed- I don’t see you as a friend. I see you as my gf.

Me- ya Allah, he is so mad..

Javed- bhagvan ki jagah Allah, now accept that you like me.

Me- are you mad? We just meet once. How can I commit to you?

Javed- we will meet as many time as you want. But after we are in relationship.

Me- oh Javed, you are so fast.

Javed- tell me one thing honestly. Allah ki kasam….

Me- what?

Javed- do you like me? Tell honestly, no escaping answers, no counter questions, nothing. Just answer in plain yes or no… Do you like me?

I now felt that I have teased him enough. Come on Payal, you want this demon in your bed. Why becoming so ass now? You have to present your ass to him. End this now and accept his proposal.

Me- I like you, but I can’t decide whether it’s love or affection. Let’s give some more time to us. We meet and decide.

Javed- I can’t.

Me- but why?

Javed- because I can’t resist myself. Yesterday, all I wanted was to take you in my arms and kiss you hard on your lips. I can’t resist your smile, laugh, your eyes, arms, hands, legs, I want my tongue all over your body.

Me- chhi… You are monster.

Javed- you know what CDs don’t come near me. They find me ugly. They find me rough. They all want those educated professional sophisticated guys. When you talked with me for a long time, I knew that you are interested in me… Otherwise you would not have do it. I love you for that Payal. I want all of you, every day, please tell me yes.

It was enough now, this demon has won my heart and obviously all body parts.

Me- Yes, I am interested in you.

Javed sent ‍️‍‍️‍‍️‍‍‍️‍‍️️????

I sent just one smiley ️

Javed- I will make sure that you will not regret your decision.

Me- I said yes because I like you. But…

Javed- but what?

Me- promise me Javed, you will respect me till the time we are together. Because for me, my self-respect is everything. I want you to accept me as I am and respect for it.

Javed- I promise my baby. Any other things or condition?

Me- I want you to give me an honest answer to question.

Javed- ask me baby.

Me- as Simi told me, it’s true that your cock is 11″ long?

Javed did not reply. I was waiting for his reply. Suddenly rickshaw driver told me

Driver- madam, your place arrived.

Oh, I reached Andheri. I took my belongings and paid to the driver. I went to my apartment. I have a 1bhk rented place with all the amenities. I decorate it by myself. It has a kitchen, a bedroom and a hall. I unlocked the door and closed behind me. I threw myself on sofa. I checked phone.

Javed sent a pic. I downloaded it.

I gasped for air. In the picture. I saw a giant, massive, gigantic black cock. I was sure it’s more than 10 inches and about 2 inches thick. The most beautiful part of it was its top part. it was sharp like razor, very much in shaped cut cock. I wanted to take it in my mouth.

I sent him a reply.

Me- come on, it’s from the internet. It’s not yours.

Javed- okay. Can you see the underwear in the pic?

I checked the photo again. There was a red macho underwear.

Me- yes, red macho underwear.

Javed sent me some more pics. Now he clicked those pics by standing in front of the mirror. Now, I can’t deny the fact.

Javed: now tell me, are you ready for consequences? Answer me.

Me- you know my answer.

Javed- what?

Me- I love such juicy, long, massive dark consequences.

Javed sent smileys.

Javed- where r you?

Me- just reached at my home.

Javed- can I come?

Me- you mad or what? Why do you want to come?

Javed- just to see you.

Me- oh really Mr Javed Ali? I don’t think so. Please don’t break my trust.

Javed- okay baby, I am not coming. Happy? Tell me, don’t you want me to kiss you and caress you?

Me- yes, but now i am scared of your tool… Sucking it is fine. What about my ass?

Javed- bit painful initially, then pure enjoyment.

Me- yes, you would say that only. It’s me whom will suffer.

Javed: okay, now you tell me, how to proceed. Because I will not be able to resist for a more time.

Me- you might surprise after listening what I will tell now.

Javed- tell me darling,

Me- I have two conditions. You have to accept both of them.

Javed- tell me…

Me- conditions go like this.

1- I don’t like casual affairs and this bf-gf tags. I want to marry you with all rivajs and rasam…. Just like a male and female marries.

2- I know a very little about Islam. But I do know that when a non-Muslim wants to marry a Muslim, he/she has to convert to Islam. So, I want to convert to Islam with all rituals.

If you accept both of these conditions. I am ready to be your begam.

I pressed SEND button.

Javed read the message. He took some time to reply. His reply was fascinating and lovely.

Javed- oh my gosh! Payal, I am so lucky to have you in my life. Ohhh… I can’t believe it. Ya Allah, you are so kind. I love you my Jaan. My bachha. Do you really want to convert to Islam?

Me- yes!

Javed- welcome to the most beautiful religion of the world. You don’t know how happy I am. I did not expect that you will marry me. And I was totally unprepared for your 2nd condition. How beautiful it is. It’s true, you have to convert to Islam to marry the Muslim. May Allah bless you. Now tell me how to proceed.

Me- You suggest something. I am clueless.

Javed- even I don’t know. It turned out so fast.

Me- I have to tell Simi. She would be very happy.

Javed- why not? Even I will tell my friends.

Me- do your friends know about this?

Javed- yes, and they respect it. Don’t worry. You will be respected by all of them.

Me- what will be my name after Nikah? Same? Payal?

Javed- No, baby, once you convert to Islam, you will have a Muslim name.

Me- Okay, I think you must have a name in mind.

Javed- yes,

Me- What?

Javed- Shabana.

Me- wow, nice name. Thanks.

Javed- baby, I still don’t believe that you said yes and biggest shock of my life is that you asked me to convert to Islam.

Me- Yes, it’s a beautiful religion. Though very misinterpreted.

Javed- yes, you will love all rituals. I am sure.

Me- Do you know why I decided to convert?

Javed- Why?

Me- you said na k your parents were killed by Hindus. My conversion would be a slap to all those fanatic cowards. I will shout from the rooftop that see, I, Hindu, is marrying to Muslim and not just that, I am converting to Islam for my hubby. It’s my penance for misdeeds done by my community.

Javed- Ohhh! How sweet.

Me- by the way, where will we live after marriage? Do you live alone? Will I be able to adjust?

Javed- Don’t worry about it. I have many flats in Bandra. We will choose one from them. Baby, how beautiful it would be when we were together day and night… In each other’s arms?

Me- I am scared.

Javed- why?

Me- living with a real lion is scary. How many times you will make love in a day?

Javed- how many times you want?

Me- I don’t know. Just once in a week.

Javed- are you mad?

Me- why? What happened?

Javed- I will ruin your jawani every day.

Me- achha, tell me, is it true that musalman men are the best ones in the bed.

Javed- Yes, baby. We are the best species. With loads of stamina and loads of cum.

Me- chhi. So 1 time in a day is fine? Please fix it now.

Javed- No, 3 times would be better.

I wanted to buy some grocery so I have to end this long conversation.

Me- Okay Javed, I am going outside to buy some grocery. I will catch you later.

Javed: okay, take care baby. Love you.

Me- Love you too…

I went to bath and after dressed, I went to a supermarket nearby. I bought some vegetables, fruits, flour and other household items. I suddenly got a WhatsApp text.

Simi was there.

Simi- congratulations Payal ji, at least I want to hear from you first about your new relationship. Damn you.

Oh Javed, you are so cruel. I thought. The idiot already had informed Simi.

I replied Simi.

Me- your friend is so bad. I was about to tell you and he told you. Anyway, hope everything is going to be fine.

I put the phone in the pocket and went for a walk. I daily brisk walk for an hour to keep myself fit and healthy. When I was on my way back, I got a ring.

It was Simi.

Simi- where are you, I am at your home.

Me- oh, I am just 2 min away. Just wait.

I raced fast and took a staircase instead of a lift. My flat was on a 2nd floor. When I reached there, I was taken aback. Javed was also there all way smiling. I did not know how to react. Chatting on a phone is one thing and facing him was another. I was in a male attire. I did not want him to see me in it. I was dumbstruck. I smiled nervously at them.

Simi- Javed, just look at this bitch, how she is blushing.

Javed was still smiling. He was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt and jeans. He was wearing a cap. In a white t-shirt, he was looking dark black and more handsome. I thanked God for this African god.

I unlocked the door and hurriedly went to my room. I asked Simi to shut the door behind.

I washed my face with the face wash and put on light makeup. Made my eyebrows sharper, put eyeliner. Wore a short wig.

Yesterday I was wearing a long wig. I have more than 15 wigs to have a different look every time. I opened my wardrobe and started looking at dresses.

Shit, Javed is here for the first time and it’s a big moment of life. What to wear? I was so much in dilemma. I thought to take the help of Simi.

I called out her name and she came to the room.

Simi- oh my baby, dressing for your Bandra prince?

Me- stop it you please. Tell me what to wear?

Simi- okay, yesterday you revealed so much. So now, be a good girl and wear a saree.

Me- are you sure?

Simi: of course, your hubby is here for the first time and you have to be a traditional bitch. Don’t you think?

Me- okay.

Suddenly, doorbell rang. I don’t know who was there.

Simi- oh, I think some of my friends are here. We are dining here today.

Me- what? Simi, you should tell me before.

Me- don’t worry, we brought chicken, we will make biryani. Okay, now you dress and let me greet them.

She went to the main hall and I closed the door.

I took a dark red saree and blouse and Ghaghara. Red would be perfect.

I wore saree tightly and below the waist line to make reveal my buttocks more and to display my flat belly. I looked up at the mirror. I was looking dashing. I removed the short wig as it will not fit well with saree. I took a highlighted, shoulder-length wig and put it on my head tightly. My blouse was also revealing my cleavage. I was beautiful.

I opened the room and come to the main hall. Javed and his 3 friends were sitting on a sofa and Simi and her 2 cd friends were sitting on a bed.

I came to Simi and sit beside her. I was not be able to look at Javed. He was a monster. He came uninvited just to tease me.

Simi mumbled something in my ears.

Simi- why are you not looking at him? It’s not good. Show that you are not scared and willing to submit to him.

She was right. Why should I shy away from my lover? Within a second, I looked at him and smiled.

Javed: Payal, these are my friends. He is Nadeem, he is Ahmad and the last one is Moin.

I greeted all of them.

Nadeem and Ahmad were medium-built with some sort of sophistication in their mannerisms. Moin was a bit older than all of us. He was a bald man evidentially in his 40s.

Javed- Moin is a maulavi in a mosque.

Me- okay.

Simi was smiling. Javed was also smiling. I found it inconvenient.

Simi- what’s going on Simi.

Simi- oh, don’t be scared baby. We are here for your conversion.

I got the game now. Javed was here to convert me to Islam. It was happening so fast. I did not have any family so it was not like that I have to take permissions from anyone. But, it was happening suddenly.

I looked nervously at Javed. I was in utter confusion. What to do now?

Simi got my tension. She held my hand and took me in the room.

Simi- excuse me guys, Javed, just wait for 5 minutes. We will come back.

I had a glimpse on Javed. He was too looked worried. All other sitting in the room too smelled inconvenience.

Simi and I went to the bedroom.

Simi- what happened?

Me- it’s too early Yaar. I don’t know what’s happening.

Simi- wait, Javed told me that it was you who offered for conversion. Is it right?

Me- yes, but I did not know he will come today for it.

Simi- if you want to do it, how does it matter that you do it today or after a year.

Me- still Simi, Javed is reacting too fast.

When we were discussing, my back was facing the door. I did not know that Javed was there.

He interrupted.

Javed- Simi, can you excuse us for a moment?

I turned around. Javed was there. I did not know how to react.

Simi pressed my shoulder and signalled me to keep calm. She left the room.

Javed closed the door behind her and came facing me.

Javed- what happened baby.

My god, he was so close to me. Just 1 foot away and his presence made me weak. I don’t know how to start the conversation.

Javed- if you don’t want to do this, it’s okay. You don’t need to convert if you don’t want. It will not change anything.

I had to respond now.

Me- Javed, it’s not like that. I want to do it. It’s like it’s happening too fast. We met yesterday and today, you proposed me and I said yes. That too okay. But why so hurry now?

Javed- okay I understand and I agree that it’s bit fast for you. But there is a reason for it. Look at me Jaan.

He lift my face with by chin. I now looked at him. He was serious. I can tell that. I noticed tenderness and moistness in his eyes.

Javed- I came today because I want to fulfil everything that comes from your mouth Jaan. I don’t have a family. Yes, that’s true. Only family that I have is my friends. And that’s different. At this age, Allah introduced me to you and a ray of hope came in my life. I don’t want to waste time to open the door for that ray to lighten up my home.

I am so alone in the life baby. I need you. I want you. I want to be the best husband in the world. I want to give you all happiness you have ever dreamt. If you don’t want to convert, it’s okay. I will not force you. Just don’t think negatively. I will tell them to go. You take your time and when you are comfortable, we will proceed without conversion. Okay? But please don’t change your mind.

He was upset. He was scared of losing me. After years of hunting for a partner, I found Javed and now I was showing tantrums to him. I wanted to convert and be ensured that it is done.

I asked myself. Do I really want him in my life? The answer was yes. Do you want to convert? The answer was yes. Am I wrong now with a dilemma? The answer was yes.

I decided to go with the flow. I saw him. He was looking at me with a hope. I slowly took his hand in my hand. Jesus Christ! His hand was like an iron rod. So strong and powerful. I did not want to lose him.

Finally I said to him.

Me- I am sorry Javed, I was wrong. It is so good of you that I wished something and within hours, you made it possible. May be I was in a shock because it happened too fast. But what I forgot was that good things come to us instantly. I am sorry. Let’s go.

Javed pampered my hand and took another hand and put it on his chest.

Javed- can you feel the heartbeat?

I felt. It was racing.

Javed- it’s already yours now. Still if you have any doubt, we will stop this.

Now I was certain that this is what I want in my life. Javed, his heart, his name. His everything.

I placed his left hand and put it on my bare waist. And I put my right hand on his waist.

Me- let’s kill this Payal and give a birth to Javed’s Shabana.

He smiled. He kissed on my forehead. It was the first time I felt that u wish I could save this moment. After all, it was my first kiss.

We came out of the room smiling and sit together.

Me- Moin, I am ready to convert to Islam.

Moin sat on the floor and pulled a book from a small bag. It was a holy Qur’an. He asked me to sit with him. I stood up and sat near him on the floor.

He read out loud some Aayats of Qur’an and I have to repeat each line after him. After few lines, he said Amen. I said Amin.

Moin- Congratulations, you have surrendered yourself under one true almighty Allah. May he prosper you and shower his blessings to you. Your new name is Shabana.

I looked at Javed. He was smiling. That monster also informed my new name to Moin. I stood up from the floor and sat beside Javed. He was happy. I can read his face. He slowly said to me in ears: I LOVE YOU. SHABANA.

I smiled. Everyone was silent.

Javed finally broke the silence.

Javed- Moin, what about Nikah?

Moin- whenever you want Javed Bhai.

Javed turned to me asking my permission. Now, I wanted this hulk to take me completely. I muttered something to him.

Javed- are you sure?

I nodded. I looked at Simi. She was looking at me mischievously.

Before Javed say anything. Simi broke the news.

Simi- let me guess. Payal wants Nikah tomorrow. Is it right Javed?

She was right.

Javed- right and wrong

I looked at him. What was wrong?

Javed smiled at me.

Javed- yes, she said that Nikah to be done tomorrow, but she is not payal, she is Shabana. My Shabana.

Nadeem was the next to speak.

Nadeem- Javed Bhai, if you want it tomorrow, so much to arrange.

Javed- yes, let’s go.

Simi said to wait till we cook biryani. I and Simi went to kitchen. In an hour, biryani was ready. We all are and then they have decided to leave.

Javed asked everyone to wait in the parking area. Everyone understood that he wants to spend some time with me. Everyone left. Simi hugged me and told me that she is very happy for me.

Now I and Javed were alone. He felt near me and tried to kiss me.

I stopped him.

Me- hello Mr Javed Ali, I am not married. Tomorrow I am going to marry. I don’t want my husband gets an impure wife.

Javed laughed on this witty joke.

Javed- okay Ms Shabana, I am also having a marriage tomorrow. I also want that my wife gets a pure man. But I will make sure that my wife remembers her first night for the rest of her life. He winked at me.

He left and I closed the door.

In the morning, Simi and Natasha came to my home. We went for shopping. Last night, Javed called me at midnight and we discussed about many things clearly.

He was okay with me doing the banking job as it was paying me good. Though he said no to overtime. Javed had arranged an vacant, full-furnished 3BHK flat in Bandra that was of his business partner. Our Nikah was held there. I applied for a 7 day leave at the job. Javed wanted to go to Goa for 7 days for honeymoon.

Javed wanted me to apply Heena on my hands and legs. It was his dream to have a perfect bride on his D day. I went to a mehendi artist and she applied mehendi in the early morning.

I bought costly wedding lehenga choli. I asked Javed for Color and he said Blue. Blue was his favorite. Simi, Natasha and me bought some fake jewellery and a new makeup kit that I can use in Goa. Si had a female friend who was a professional wedding makeup specialist.

She asked her to reach at the flat at 5. I shopped for some shorts, dresses and transparent nighties, a dozen of footwear. A dozens of sexy and seductive undergarments and other necessary things. Javed gave 100000 rs to Simi yesterday for shopping. I called Javed that I have my money, but he insisted to use his money only. Finally I gave up.

Me, Natasha and Simi reached to the wedding venue at 5. I looked at my new home. Javed bought the flat and already paid half amount yesterday night. My god, how serious he was about starting a life with me. One room was spared for me. An adjoining flat was kept for nikah. Some Javed’s friends and some Simi’ hijra friends were there too.

Nikah ceremony was held at 7. Nisha, the makeup artist arrived shortly. I went for bath and used different sprays given by Javed’s friends. Muslims love sprays. My makeup was started and Nisha left no stones unturned to make me a gorgeous bride. She actually complemented me that my skin is more feminine and pro-makeup than many females. The wig was tightened with a thick thread so that it remains tight.

I was escorted to the Nikah venue at 7. The whole apartment was of Muslims families. They were looking at me from the windows and staircases.

In the room, Javed was sitting with his friends on a small bed. He wore a white pathani with embroidery work on it. He wore a skull cap of Muslims. He was the most handsome man of the world. I was feeling lucky. He looked at me and was stunned. Even all the present members were in same position. Simi muttered to me. Shabana, you really look damn hot. Like Bipasha Basu. I was blushing.

I sat with my friends exactly opposite to Javed. Moin sat between us and started reciting Aayats.

After a while, he asked Javed.

Moin- from today, you are married to SHABANA. She will be yours from now on and you have to love her with all your hearts. Kya aapko Kabul he?

Javed looked at me and said…

Kabul he.

Moin asked two times more.

Javed said Kabul he… Kabul he.

Moin turned to me.

Moin: from today, Javed Ali Khan is your husband. He will be yours from now on and you will love him with all your heart. Kya aapko Kabul he?

I looked at him and presented my life to this black, pounded, dark, demon-looking, big-dicked monster.

I said, in one breath,

Kabul he… Kabul he… Kabul he…

The crowd burst into laughter. Actually you have to repeat the words once the maulvi utters. I said without waiting for him to repeat. Even Moin laughed too.

Javed was looking at me like he has earned something today. I can say, in two days, I never saw him so happy. He gave me a flying kiss. Simi kissed me. Everyone congratulated us.

Now, it was the time for dinner. Simi teased me by offering a full plate of chicken and mutton saying you will need this today. I ate a chicken leg and some rice. Obviously, I wanted to offer a flat belly to my husband.

Then, slowly, everyone were living. It was 10 at night and Javed’s friends has decorated the room in the next flat. Javed signalled his friends to leave now. One by one everyone left. Simi and Natasha took me to the room in the next flat.

The room was decorated with roses and other flowers. Even the bed was full of flowers. Simi opened the makeup kit and gave a final touch-up. She kissed me on my cheek and said.

Simi- you are lucky Payal, that you are Muslim. And you have got a husband. I wish I could get all this. Your dream has come true. All the best.

Simi and Natasha left and now I was alone in the room. I sat in the middle of the bed. It was a larger double bed. I imagined myself with Javed. Everything happened so suddenly and now I was here, sitting on a wedding bed, on my wedding night, scared like any normal bride, waiting for her groom.

Everything was blank. I stopped using my mind. I tried to stop all the thoughts came rushing to me. It was a perfect silence. Simi locked the main door of the flat and gave the key to Javed.

I heard the voice of unlocking the door. My prince was here. I hide my face with a chunnar. He came to the room and stay there. I looked at him. He was looking at me. I closed the eyes. The tube light was throwing so much light. He turned up a small light that was throwing mild red light and turned off the tube light. Then he came to me and sat beside me.

He started playing with my leg fingers. I was giggling. He came to me and opened my chunnar and lift my chin.

I looked at him. He was so wanting. I smiled and closed my eyes.

Javed finally spoke in a mild tone.

Javed- finally Allah gave me my pure wife. I have forgiven Allah for all those miseries he gave to me. Just for this… For you in my life.

Me- Don’t say this.

Javed- oh Shabana, you are so gorgeous… I just want to crush you and drink all the juices.

Me- and what you will do tomorrow?

Javed- oh yeah I forget about it. Okay, I will be like a bee and drink a small cup of your juice every day.

Javed- Now, tell me, from where should I start. Oh yeah I forget, let me prove to you that Simi was not lying.

He took my hand and placed it on his pyjama. I closed my eyes to just feel it. It was massive. Almost like a big stick. I can easily say that it was more than 10 inches. How my ass will take it? I was fucking scared just by the thought of it. I was completely gone now.

A thought of having a massive cock in my ass panicked me. How would it possible? I was a virgin. I never took a cock in my ass. I have heard many terrible stories of immense pain when someone fucks an ass first time. I was completely lost in these thoughts of fear and pain.

Meanwhile, Javed started removing the Kurta he was wearing. It was a skin-tight Kurta and after some efforts, he pulled it. He wore a vest too. He, in one stroke, removed vest too. He was a bare chest now.

I looked at his chest. His chest was wide, and chiselled. Years of regular exercises and beef made him a monster. He had strong and wide shoulders with noticeable muscles. He was like a avengers’ hulk with a simple difference. Avengers hulk was green. My hulk was black. One thing I loved about his body was hairs. Javed was very hairy. I always believed that real man should have hairs, especially on his chest.

I have always dreamt of such moment and now, here was my dream man, bare chested, looking at me, ready to eat me completely.

Javed awaked me from my series of thoughts.

Javed- hello Jaan, kya huwa?

Me- Kuchh Nahi.

Javed- are you scared my begam?

Me- No my jahapanah (king). Your begam is all yours….

Javed laughed. He stood up a little and went behind me. He sat behind me and covered my waistline with his heavy hands. His hands were traveling from my waist to belly button and upper abdomen. I was feeling sensual.

His body was exactly behind me. Out of ecstasy, I threw myself on his body. I wore a backless blouse. My back directly came in contact with his hairy chest. My god, he was so warmed up. My face was on his shoulders.

I was ready to surrender to the most handsome man of my dream. I was resting in his massive arms and chest. His heart was racing a bit fast than normal. For a few moments, he did nothing. He was just feeling the thought of me sitting besides him.

We were located in the bed where Javed was sitting behind me, his back to the wall. I was completely dressed in a wedding attire. My legs were bent and his legs were spread wide on the bed. I did not know what I wanted. I just stayed in that position for some time.

Javed took my hand in his hand and and started playing with my bangles. I wore around 25 bangles on each hand of different colours. Javed insisted. I must say he knew clearly what he wanted. Heena, bangles, jewelry and each womenly thing that makes a bride more beautiful. Before the Nikah, he asked me to buy all things so that I could look more feminine and gorgeous.

While playing with my hands, he started rubbing with my fingers with his fingers. He was calm and composed. He was not in hurry like all those horny guys who directly start fucking you as soon as you entered the room.

Personally, I loved roughness in sex. In porn too, I loved rough sex such as gangbang and all. I always wanted to be treated roughly especially on bed by a wild beast. I did not know about Javed. I was curious about today’s night. How will he make love? I wanted to know. I can feel his breath in my hairs. He was breathing fast.

I decided to start a conversation.

Me- what are you thinking?

Javed- nothing. I still can’t believe my luck. Shabana, you are mine and I still can’t believe that I was a stranger for you a couple of days before.

Me- well, even I did not think that things will be so smoother and quicker. A shock for me too.

She lift my body in a swift effort and turned me in front of him. I must say he was powerful man. I was a plumpy girl and he just lift me like someone is turning the key in the lock.

Javed- tell me what you loved in me. I mean, look at me, I am. Black beast who look so ugly and dangerous. I am a goon. And look at you, you are so beautiful. If you go to any gay parties in Mumbai, you will find as many boys as you want. Why me? And you converted for me. It’s not an easy decision. Shabana, tell me, why? Why for me?

For me, it was not easy to resist now. I wanted his big, thick black juicey lips suck my lips. I initiated it. I went closer to him and kissed him softly on lips. It was just for a tenth of second but it was magical. Completely out of the world.

Me- Because you are a powerful man and real woman loves powerful man. An alpha male. You might be a goon, but I know you will break the head of a person who looks at me with bad intention. I love you because you are a beautiful handsome person who has manly features like a demon. I always thought about my husband to be a macho man who has heavy features.

I love you because you did not try to force me for anything even if you could have done that at party. You behaved like a gentleman. Also, you have been a loveless person throughout your life. I want to give you so much love that you will not be able to tackle. I love you because you will proudly take me out as your wife.

You are not like those pseudo macho men who keep things discreet. Men who are so spineless that they will not even recognize you if you meet them on road. You will give me a status of wife. You will respect me and love me from all your heart.

And about converting to Islam, I was always curious to know about Islam. I love your rituals and one-god philosophy. Plus, I lovethe way you keep faith in Allah. Believe me, I has accepted Islam because I wanted to. I wanted to convert for a right person and now I got one.

Javed was listening to me with a pair of moist eyes. I knew the feeling. When a person who was not loved by anyone get so much love, it’s hard to express in words.

I sat on his one thigh and sucked the tears flowing through his eyes one by one. It was sour and I loved the taste. I kept my face closed to her. He understood the message. He kissed me on my lips. First slowly and gently. He started moving his tongue on my lower lip and upper lip one by one. I was so blessed, I thought.

Javed wrapped his hands tightly around my back and pulled me closer and started kissing hard. Now he was chewing my both lips one by one. It was passionate kissing. I started responding. I too sucked his lips and started lovebiting. He then tried to insert his tongue in my mouth. I resisted first to tease him. He looked at me. I smiled. He looked at me with mock anger.

Then again tried to insert his tongue. I again resisted. But this time, he bit my lower lip hard with his teeth. I opened my mouth in pain and he smartly inserted his tongue and started exploring my mouth. He started rubbing my tongue with his and sucked all the saliva. He made his grip around me too tighter that my bones were hurting. I wanted this. I was enjoying every part of his moves.

For around 10 minutes he kept his tongue inside my mouth and then took out. My eyes were closed. It seems like I had toured the heaven. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His lips were all red with my lipstick. I laughed and started kissing him badly. Now, I took the charge and inserted my tongue inside his mouth and started playing with his mouth, gums, teeth and tongue. It was romantic. For 15 minutes, I did that and then broke the kiss.

He looked at me with a smile.

Javed- What was that?

Me- a revenge, a sweet one.

Javed- Oh! You want to start a war then bring it on.

I winked- it has already started… My wild husband.

Javed- okay then you know the rule- everything is fair I’m love and war.

Before I react, he started removing my clothes one by one. First, he removed the chunri that was hiding my head. With one swift, he removed. Then he pulled me closer and started unbuttoning my blouse. I was in no mood to let him win. I tried to resist by pushing him back.

But I was helpless against his strong built and massive power inside his body massage with one hand, he held my both hands and with one hand, he unbuttoned me completely. Carefully he tried toremove the blouse from my body. When I resist again, he became wild and tore the blouse with one strong jerk.

Now, I looked at him in bewilderment. He was with full of aggression. I can clearly see a roaring beast in his eyes.

He had a winning smile on his face. I was now in a position to take a lead at his weak moment. I knew that I cannot get away from his grip. So I took a smart move. My hands were freed by Javed after tearing my blouse. With my both hands, I pulled his hairs up and my playground was in front of me. His big, black, unexplored neck.

I started kissing and licking his neck wildly. I sucked every inch of his neck, an upper part of his chest and shoulders. I did it so beautifully that he was moaning. I bit at some places, sucked at some places and kissed at some places. After some time, I gave up his hairs and came back to my position. He was looking at me madly like he just had witnessed a winning goal from his competent.

To tease him, I commented on him.

Me- the score is 1-1. Mr Javed Ali.

Now he was furious on me. I knew that now he will not spare me. I knew that now it will be more fun as I was about to get what I have dreamt of entire my life.

Javed lift me from my waist and hang me in air with my legs on bed. He threw me on bed and came upon me and started kissing, biting and sucking my upper body. First was my face. He ate all my makeup with his tongue and bit my lips so hard that I screamed out in pain.

Javed was deaf to my pain and scream now as I attacked on his ego. After my face, he started licking my earlobes. He inserted his tongue inside my ears and it was heavenly sensational feeling. He kept sucking it for a while. I was moaning and breathing heavily.

He then bent me over and started licking my back with his master tongue. Every bite and lick was mesmerising. He was master at lovemaking. He picked every inch of my back from neck to waist. My stomach was cramping now. He then bent me again and crushed my lips again with his.

I wrapped both my hands on his body and started pinching his back with my nails. He looked at me and smiled.

Javed- what’s the score now baby? 2-1?

Now, he was challenging me, no, he was teasing me. I was vulnerable to his aggression. I tried to take a charge. I passionately started kissing all over his face. His scar was long that started with his forehead and reached to his left cheek. I licked the scar with my tongue.

He closed his eyes. I knew he liked the feeling that I chose his scar for kissing. He always was rejected by people due to that scar and here I was licking it. He knew that I accepted him with all his weaknesses.

I then changed the position and came on top of him. I was in my bra on the upper part of body and churidar at the lower part. I started licking his chest now. I first licked his whole chest and abdomen area and then came again on his nipples. His nipples were pitch black, perfectly rounded with hairs on it.

I first took his left nipple in my mouth and sucked it. Then I licked areola. He was moaning. Javed never experienced such lovemaking in his life. He wrapped his hands on my body and pressed me hard. Then I went to his right nipple and repeated the same. He was enjoying it.

I then sat on him and romantically unhooked my bra and threw it on the floor. I then went down to him and offered my left nipple to him. He lifted his head to take it in mouth, but I did not allow. I again offered it and he tried again. I again resisted. He grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard. I shouted like hell. He came to me and took my nipple and started biting it.

If you don’t know, nipples are the most sensitive part of a body. When someone sucks them, it gives you immense pleasure and massive sensation all over the body.

Me- Ya Allah! Javed… Please don’t… Oh my god… Aah Javed….

Javed was encouraged with my yelling and started eating it with his teeth. I was becoming restless now. I pulled his hairs hard and aroused him more.

I wanted it. I wanted it from very long. I was enjoying every second of it. Javed was a perfect man who knew how to please woman. He was a vulture looking for a meat piece. I knew he too was hungry for years.

Hungry for love, care and feelings, his aggression was his anger to the God who did injustice to him for years. He kept him away from love he deserved. He kept him away from care and feelings he deserved.

Javed then switched to my right nipple and started biting it more passionately. I was now breathing fast and encouraging even more to eat me completely.

He suddenly stopped it.

Javed- wait my baby…

He left the bad hurriedly and went to the corner of the room. There was a small bag there. He took out something and came to the bed again. I was bewildered to see the item on his hands.

It was a pack of honey he was holding. He opened the seal and poured honey on my nipples one by one.

Oh my gosh! He was a master lover in his own terms. He knew how to make the scene more memorable.

He now started licking nipples full of honey. Honey was making its way on my stomach now. He caught it with his tongue and sucked every bit of it. He then unhooked my churidar and removed it. I was wearing a panty there.

He was mesmerized with my smooth, curvy legs. He poured honey on my legs and started sucking them one by one. For minutes, he did that till my legs were dry. He then hold my panty and started dismantling it. I stopped him.

I had a tiny cock there. I did not want Javed to look at it. He knew that I had a cock, but somehow, I wanted him to not look at it.

Javed understood my dilemma.

Javed- don’t panic baby. You will always be my begam. Don’t worry about it.

I was relieved. I let him dismantle panty. He bent me over and poured honey on my ass.

What was he planning to do? Suck my buttocks and ass? I always romanticised the idea of my ass getting sucked by my lover. Somehow, I did not tell Javed because most of the gay tops don’t like to do it. They find it dirty.

Will Javed suck my asshole? I did not know. I asked directly.

Me- Javed, are you sure about it?

Javed- Yes baby, I will not leave an inch of your body.

And he started. Slowly and gently, he started sucking all the honey from my buttocks and reached to the asshole. He widened the buttocks to get a clear view of the hole and then slowly inserted his tongue inside the hole.

If you want to feel the orgasm, ask someone to suck your asshole. I can bat now because I have experienced it. Javed was expertly doing it and I was loving it. He sucked my hole for around 10 minutes and then again came to me and started kissing my lips and explored my mouth.

He did everything to please me and I knew that now, it was my turn. The scariest part was about to begin now. I slowly responded to his kisses and sucked his lips for some time. Then I separated myself from him.

I went to his pajama and unhooked it. He removed it and threw on the other side of the bed. I looked at his lower body. His thighs were thick, muscled and full of meat. His calfs were strong and chiseled too. Years of extensive exercise has made his lower body more powerful and sturdy.

I looked at the middle of his legs. It was eyepleasing view I must say. He was wearing a V-cut underwear and it was not sufficient to hide his massive organ. Obviously, I did not see it till now. Just a glimpse of it was enough to scare me.

A wave of current passed through my body. I looked at him. Javed was noticing me only. He got my nervousness and started laughing. It angered me. Half of the cock was outside the underwear and I can imagine the full size of it will surely kill me.

I asked him to remove the underwear. He removed it slowly and I missed a pulse.

I have seen cocks in porn movies. Those black men with big cocks were always my favourites. But this was something different. Javed’s cock was not big, it was massive. It was around 11 inch long and it’s width would be around 2 inch. I pitied on my ass.

I looked at it carefully. It was blacker than Javed’s other body parts. It was cut and thick and looked like a snack ready to bite. Its glands was sharp, beautifully shaped and big. The testicles was round shaped and tight. Thankfully, Javed shaved the entire area around the cock as I requested to him.

I felt lucky to have this manhood in my possession. I thanked Allah for this and went to it to swallow it completely.

I pushed Javed to the bed and went loser to the cock. I smelled the cock first and pampered it for a few seconds. Then I started licking the area around the cock. Now it was Javed’s turn to moan. He was being restless now.

I kissed and locked the area and came to his testicles. An idea came to my mind. I searched for the honey pack Javed brought. It was lying at the corner of the bed. I picked it and poured honey on his cock and testicles. First I licked the testicles. It was a mind-blowing experience. His testicles were full, hard and warm. I took one testicle in mouth and sucked it and then second. Javed was shouting now. I did not care. Then I came to his cock.

I took the giant cock in my hand and started stroking it. With its first touch, I knew that it will tear my ass apart. I gently stroked it for some time and then licked the glands first. Javed was moaning with closed eyes. I first licked the glands and then took it inside the mouth. It was so thick that just 2 inch of it made my mouth full.

I started jerking and sucking it in rhythm and Javed was going mad. Slowly and gradually I took half of the cock inside my mouth and now it was reaching to my tonsils. You can. Imagine how big the cock was. The honeydew cock was tasting delicious. I continued sucking it till I felt like vomiting. I did not give up even then.

I kissed the cock fully and licked its sides. Again I took testicles in mouth and sucked it. I continued till half an hour and there was no way Javed was cumming. I loved it.

When I was done, Javed took me into his arms and gave me a long kiss. He turned me and started caressing my ass. I knew what he wanted. I looked at his cock. It was fully erect ready to drill. I was ready. Suddenly I thought about condoms. It is not healthy without condoms.

Me- Javed, condoms?

Javed was also worried.

Javed- oh shit! I forget to buy in all these hassles. I am so sorry.

Now what to do? I have always advocated the idea of safe sex. Without condoms, it is not recommended. I looked at Javed. He got me there.

Javed- it’s okay, no problem. We will do tomorrow. I can control.

It was our first night and look at the tragedy. We were about to make love and there was no protection. How unfortunate it was.

Javed got up from the bed and took a water bottle from the table..he drank some water.

My mind was numb. The biggest cock of the world was ready for me and here I was in dilemma. I have heard stories on the internet that to get a true pleasure, you should do without condoms. I did not want to spoil the night. I have to take a decision now and I took it.

I went to Javed who was checking his mobile. I held his massive cock in my hand and started pulling Javed to the bed. Javed did not understand first, but then he understood my intention.

Javed- it’s okay baby, there is nothing to hurry. We can do it tomorrow if you are not comfortable.

Me- this is our big night and I want it perfect. Also, I wanna enjoy the feeling of your manhood inside me now.

Javed tried to speak something but I put a finger on his lips. We were on bed again and I started caressing his cock again. Javed started kissing my boobs again. My body had only wig, bangles and payals only. Everything else was lying here and there on the floor.

Within a few seconds, Javed’s cock was fully erect again. Javed took control now and started fingering me first. His fingers were so thick that my ass was already in paining. I started moaning as it was unbearable feeling. Javed took honey pack and rubbed some honey on my hole opening and some in the hole too.

He was ready now. He rubbed his cock glands at my hole opening and started thrusting it slowly. My hole was vergin and never took cock inside, forget about such a massive cock. How will it accommodate it? I was wondering.

With a big stroke, Javed succeeded to insert the glands in my hole. The pain was immense. I yelled. OH GOD! Javed…. Aah… Oh my gosh.

Javed now started stroking fast. The cock was slowly making its way in the ass. I was actually feeling it inside the ass. With a few jerks, half of the cock was inside. I was in severe pain and could not bear the pain. At the same time, I wanted it badly. I did not want Javed to stop fucking me.

I started screaming in ecstasy.

Me- oh maa, Javed, my baby, yes yes, oh my husband. My tiger. My lion.. yes… Yes…

My screams encouraged Javed to stroke hard. Now he was furiously started fucking me. When 3/4 of the cock went inside, Javed remained in the same position and took me on him. He was now on bed and I was on the top of him. I started bouncing on his cock like i am riding the horse.

It was pure pleasure. My pain was replaced with pleasure. And I was totally enjoying it. His eyes were closed. I bent a little and started kissing him on lips. Javed responded and we kissed for a while. When Javed was done, he took my nipples in his mouth and started biting it hard.

He was a complete man who knew how to handle a partner. He was spanking my ass and simultaneously sucking my nipples.

What I loved was his stamina. His cock was inside my hole for almost 15 minutes now and there was no sign of discharging. In fact, he was pushing his cock deeper in my ass. Now 90% of cock was in the ass and now it was making contact with someone in the ass. It was orgasm for me as it was immense pleasuring to me.

Me- oh my man.. you are so strong and macho. You made me a complete woman. Aah… Ohh…. Javed… I am yours baby… Fuck me hard. Oh yes yes…

Javed now got up from his waist and we were in SEE SAW position now. His strokes were faster now and I was vibrating like hell. He became wild now and started biting all over my upper body. He was moaning now too. Suddenly he stopped and told me that he is going to cum now.

Javed- where to discharge?

Me- my mouth Javed, I want to drink your milk.

Javed took his cock out and I took his cock in my mouth and started jerking it with my head.

For a few seconds, I jerked and a whole lot of hot, thick cream ejected from the cock. It was a lot of it. My mouth was full of his cream and still Javed’s cock was still discharging it. It was sour, hot cream that tasted bitter. I gulped down everything and at the end, his cock was at rest.

I was still sucking the top of the cock with my tongue. I wanted every drop of it. I cleaned the whole cock with my tongue and slowly, the cock came in its original position. It was still 5 to 6 inch long and thick. Javed three himself on bed and pulled me on him.

I felt his heavy breathes. I just had the great lovemaking of my life and it was an awesome experience so far.

Javed- baby, is it hurting in your ass?

I completely forgot about it. Now my brain cells got some signals from the ass area. Yes, it was paining but I loved it.

Me- no baby, it was pleasure. I loved it.

Javed- do you know at least 10 to 20 CDs and females denied to take my cock in their pussy and asses. You are the first. You did not utter a word and you let me make love without condom. I love you baby.

Me- well, all your wishes are mine now baby. You are my hubby…. It’s my duty to please you as you wish….

Javed caressed my back and started kissing again. I responded and bit his tongue.

Javed- ouch! You are a wild cat, haa…

I was on Javed and I sensed some sensation. I broke the kiss and looked at that.

Oh my god! His cobra was hard again. Within 5 minutes, it was erect again.

I looked at Javed. He was smiling. I was overjoyed. So my hubby was going to make love again.

Javed- no foreplay, ride me baby.

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I sat on his cock and he started stroking again. With a few swifts, it was inside again and I started jumping on his cock. I rode his cock in all directions of ass and after 10 minutes of riding, Javed was moaning. He looked at me and asked- Where?

Me- in my ass! Make me mother of your kid, my husband….

Javed quickened his thrusts and in a few seconds, my ass felt a heavy load of hot liquid. It was again in bulk quantity. I felt it for a while and then cleaned his cock again with my tongue. I was exhausted. I threw myself on bed.

Javed- oh baby! You are so brave… My life is complete with you.

Me- you bastard! My life would be hell with this instrument of yours.

Javed smiled and got up from bed. He asked me too.

He was all I wanted and I had the best man of the world.

Hope you will like my story.