Seducing Muslim Beauty Rubina by Vishal1990

Seducing a stunningly beautiful and hot Muslim woman.

Introduction

This is a story about how I seduced a stunningly beautiful burqa wearing woman Rubina. Everything I've mentioned actually happened, however for privacy reasons, I have changed the names of those involved.

My name is Vishal, a software professional in India's software hub Bangalore. I work with a Tech company with a good pay packet, which enables me a good lifestyle, which I will describe as we go along in the story.

I'm also a practitioner of Kalaripayattu, the world's oldest martial art for the last 5 years, which has taken my fitness to insane levels I never thought possible earlier.

I have a weakness for burqa wearing Muslim women, for the following reasons-

I find them very mysterious and enticing in their burqas or hijabs with only the face or sometimes only the eyes revealed.

And also, they are really wild and passionate lovers. Perhaps because coming from very conservative families, when they get their freedom, they really let go!

They usually tend to be conservative and shy, so you need to go slow or risk scaring them off. Many are stuck in unhappy abusive marriages, wherein lies the opportunity. It might need some extra effort and time, but in the end will be more than worth it.

This is a slow seduction story that builds up and not a quick jump into the sack story.

***Meeting Rubina for the first time***

This story is from when I was working in a software development company in Bangalore a few years ago. An insurance scheme I'd invested in had matured and I needed to make a trip to the bank to redeem it.

So here I was in the bank, waiting for my token number to be called. One of the counters was manned by a lady in a black burqa, with the front niqab (face covering) pulled up to reveal her pretty face. I was hoping my token would be assigned to her, but got assigned to one of the men.

But he seemed a totally at sea newbie and had to request burqa lady for help, which is when I learnt her name.

"Rubina ma'am. Insurance maturity case. Could you please help?" he asked her.

Rubina gestured to me to come to her counter.

When I got to her counter, I realized 'pretty' was an understatement. She was drop dead gorgeous with smooth fair unblemished skin like porcelain and such perfect features that she could have been a movie star. High cheekbones, naturally pink cupid bow shaped lips and a finely shaped nose that made her look regal. Stunning brown eyes and long thick eyelashes I could lose myself looking into all day.

Sitting in front of this rare beauty, and looking into her beautiful eyes left me breathless and fumbling.

"Sir, how can I help you?" she asked patiently.

"My insurance scheme has matured and needs to be redeemed," I managed to say, pulled out the insurance papers from a folder and handed them to her.

After studying them, she asked me some routine questions as I looked into her mesmerizing eyes, trying to hold eye contact.

I felt a twitch of excitement when she too held eye contact whenever she was not looking into her computer screen. After some time she looked away with a smile that made my heart skip a beat and like a true red blooded male, I found myself thinking of what she looked like under the burqa.

"You will have to fill a redemption form, sir. I'll just take a printout of the form and be back in a moment," she said, getting up from her seat.

As Rubina walked to the printer and back, the burqa though a loose full body clothing, did afford me an idea of what was beneath. I guessed she was about 5 feet 6 inches tall, with a slim figure and full shapely breasts.

After the formalities were completed, she said, "Sir, the redemption process has been initiated and the money will be credited into your account in two days."

"Thank you for your help, Rubina," I replied, my mind racing to figure out how to get more time with her.

"Sir, this is a substantial amount. Do you plan to reinvest it? Can I recommend some investments?" she said, and silently I thanked God for answering my prayer.

"Sure that would be nice of you."

She pulled out some charts and calculations and started explaining them.

But I wanted to meet her outside of her work place, so I could seduce this stunner who'd left me breathless and fumbling.

"These seem like complicated calculations to me Rubina. I'm not a financial expert like you, and will need time to understand them. But unfortunately, I need to get back to office or my boss will hang me."

She smiled at my calling her a 'financial expert'.

"Okay sir, would you have more time tomorrow?"

"Taking time off on a weekday is very difficult, Rubina. My Saturdays are free. So can I come to the bank on Saturday and you can explain them to me properly and answer any questions I may have?" I asked, well aware of the fact that the bank would also be shut on Saturday.

"Saturday is a holiday for the bank, sir."

"Oh," I said, pretending to be thinking of a solution.

"Then can we meet at a coffee shop on Saturday, if you don't mind?"

"Okay sir, I'll call you on Friday to finalize time and place."

***Saturday***

On Saturday 4 pm, Rubina and I met at one of the many 'Café Coffee Day' outlets in Bangalore, popularly called CCDs.

As soon as we sat down, she took out the presentation material from a folder and started explaining the investment options.

I was trying to get some eye contact, but she avoided looking straight at me. She also kept her niqab on, so I could see only her mesmerizing eyes and not her beautiful face which I was yearning for so badly.

"Rubina, would you like to eat or drink something?" I asked, guessing she would need to remove her niqab for that.

"No, thank you sir. I'm fine," She said.

"What a pity, I won't get to look at you then because of the niqab."

She seemed a bit taken aback by my straightforwardness and paused for a couple of seconds, and continued explaining the investments.

After a few minutes, she stopped, and slowly removed the niqab, with a ghost of a smile on her face.

"Yes sir, I think I will have a strawberry milkshake."

"Great," I said and ordered a strawberry milkshake for her and a coffee for myself.

Rubina drank straight from the glass with the strawberry milkshake leaving a fine layer of pink on her upper lip.

How I wanted to pull her to me and lick it off, but I knew it was way too soon to make any moves.

After about half an hour of her explaining the investment options to me, I decided to go for three different investments. For the paperwork, she needed my personal data like date of birth, marital status, address, income etc., and the forms required my multiple signatures.

"Sir, I'm marking the places you need to sign," she said, making small 'x' marks on the forms, "Sorry sir, I know it's a lot, but each investment form requires 8 signatures, so that will be 24 places you need to sign."

Then she sat back and started to sip her strawberry milkshake, looking about the coffee shop while I signed at the places she'd marked out.

I badly wanted to meet her again so I purposely missed out on two signatures, because I knew she would then need to meet me again.

Once the forms were filled and signed, she slid them into her folder.

"Thank you sir, I will take your leave now," she said and started to get up.

"I've told you everything about myself, but I don't know anything about you," I said, desperately trying to make her stay longer.

"What do you want to know sir?" she asked with a smile, sitting back in her chair.

"Everything, just like I told you everything about myself," I said.

Of course, I didn't ask for Rubina's personal data and especially avoided asking if she was married.

I found she loved reading novels and Chetan Bhagat's '2 States', about a boy and a girl from diverse backgrounds falling in love was her favorite. She was also a big Bollywood movie buff, as I was. Her favorite movie was 'Dil Chahta Hai', a classic coming of age movie with a woman suffering under an abusive fiancé as one of its themes. She also liked cooking, and that was good for me because being an avid cook myself, we had one more common interest.

Rubina was surprised to learn that I was interested in cooking. In her community, men do not enter the kitchen and cooking is considered a "woman's job".

"I cannot believe you cook. I don't know any man who cooks except the ones in restaurants. And I think they cook only because they have to, for a living. Not out of a personal interest," she said.

"I will cook for you one of these days to prove myself. I think you'll like it," I told her.

"Hmmm, I hope so," she said and we both laughed.

"So what's your favorite dish, which you are most fond of, Rubina?"

"There are so many dishes I like to make. I'll get some for you one day."

We were really enjoying ourselves chatting and getting to know each other, and time flew.

Suddenly she noticed we'd already spent over 2 hours in CCD and it was getting dark outside.

"Oh, it's already 7 o'clock. I should leave or I will get very late."

"How will you go?" I asked.

"I'll take a bus because cab will get costly. And a rickshaw will not come so far."

"I can drop you home, if you don't mind."

"No sir, it would not look right, if you understand."

"Yes, I understand. But don't worry Rubina, I can drop you part of the way, and then you can take a cab or rickshaw from there. That way, it won't be too costly and it will be much faster than taking a bus. Besides, we can continue talking in the car."

I led her to my car and opened the door for her, and she seemed surprised by that.

Once in the car, I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but I knew I must be patient and not rush into trying to get physical. But just the thought of feeling her soft lips on mine and moving my hands down to feel her soft full breasts was giving me a hard-on.

Traffic was heavy, typical of Bangalore but this time I didn't mind the heavy traffic because it gave me more time with beautiful Rubina. We continued chatting and joking and having fun until she told me to stop at a place she said she would take a rickshaw from.

I stopped on the side, asked her not to step out, went round to open the door for her and led her to a rickshaw.

"I'm taking a pic of the rickshaw number plate, just as a safety precaution," I said.

Then, I asked the rickshaw driver to drive carefully.

He was an elderly gentleman, who smiled and said, "Don't worry. I can see you love her very much. I will drop her to her destination safely."

Hearing this, Rubina blushed and got into the rickshaw with a smile.

"Rubina, please call or text me once you get home, so I am assured you have reached safely," I said.

"Yes, I will," she replied with a smile.

As the rickshaw started moving, I thought she looked sad to be leaving.

Half an hour later, I got her text, "Sir thank you so much for a wonderful time. I rarely get to talk so freely with anyone. It meant a lot to me."

***Sunday***

The next morning, I'd just finished my two hour Kalaripayattu class when I noticed a missed call from Rubina and called her back.

"I'm sorry sir, but you missed two signatures yesterday. I'm very sorry, but I should have verified the forms properly. I don't know how I too missed it," she said.

"Please don't apologize, Rubina. The fault is all mine, I was very careless. When and where would you like to meet?"

"Same time, same place, sir."

"Great! See you then at CCD at 4pm. Also, please don't worry about the transport. It's completely my fault that you have to make an additional trip, so I will book you an Uber. Please text me the location where you would like the Uber to pick you up from."

In the evening when Rubina's cab arrived at the CCD I was at my chivalrous best, opening doors, holding the chair for her and walking with her by her side instead of ahead of her, all of which I knew was new for Rubina.

"Please remove your niqab Rubina, so I can be sure it's you and not someone else."

She giggled and removed the niqab to reveal her beautiful face which I was so craving for, "As you can see sir, it is me and no one else."

"Thank God, I don't trust anyone else with my signatures," I said.

After the documents had been signed, Rubina slipped them back into her folder and reached into her bag.

"Sir, I've got something for you."

"Please don't call me sir. Please call me by my name. Since the business part is over, I think we're meeting as friends now."

"Yes Vishal. As friends," she said and smiled sweetly.

She pulled out a small food container and a spoon and said, "I'd made chicken curry for my lunch. I've saved some for you."

I was astounded, "My God. Thank you Rubina, this is so nice of you. You remembered our yesterday's conversation and actually saved some of your lunch for me. You're so generous."

"It's become cold. It's best when hot. I hope you like it," she smiled.

I took a spoonful and tasted it, and it was superb.

"My God, Rubina, this is simply fantastic. I've never eaten such tasty chicken curry. You cook like a professional chef."

Rubina blushed, "Thank you Vishal. It's so nice when someone appreciates your cooking."

I thought I saw a sad look came over her beautiful face for just an instance.

"If you cook for me every day, I'll put on weight! But I wouldn't mind. This is amazing," I said, polishing off the chicken curry, with great relish.

She just laughed at my statement.

Then I ordered a strawberry milkshake for her and a coffee for myself.

Continuing our chat, she told me she was also interested in history, especially the history of Indian classical dance.

"Wow. Do you dance, Rubina?" I asked.

"No, but I've always wanted to learn Bharatanatyam. I think it's such a graceful dance and Bharatanatyam dancers look so pretty."

"You should learn. Maybe you can join a dance class after office. I will take you. There is a dance class near my house that I pass by every day."

"One should always follow their passions and do what brings happiness. Otherwise, what's the point of life, living just like a robot? Don't you agree?"

She didn't reply.

Though I am not very interested in the history of dance, I was glad Rubina had some deeper interests than Bollywood movies and novels and she was not just one of the proverbial 'dumb blondes', but an actual beauty with brains.

"You haven't told me about your interests. What do you like to do when you are not at work?" she asked me.

"I like to practice Kalaripayattu. I go for classes every Saturday and Sunday morning."

"Kalaripayattu. What's that?"

"Kalaripayattu is a martial art from Kerala. It's a very fast and intense martial art and I've been learning it for five years now."

"Hmmm, I'd never heard of this martial art before. I'd only heard of karate," she said, her eyes fleetingly going over my body, checking me out.

"Yes, it was not very known till recently. It's only in recent years that its popularity has increased. I think you should also learn a self defense system if possible. It's very important to know nowadays."

Rubina just laughed and said, "I can't learn such things. Not possible for me."

"What about your family? Who all are there in your family?" she asked.

"Well, I come from a military family. My father was in the Army, retired now."

"Oh. So that's how you have habits so different from other man I've met...opening doors and pulling chairs!" she said and smiled.

"Yes, maybe that's how I picked up that habit."

I showed her my family photos on my phone, including my dad's old photo in uniform.

Time flew again and when it was time for her to leave, I paid the bill and drove her to the same place as before, to a rickshaw.

In the car, I told her, "Rubina, I want to confess something to you. I hope you don't mind my saying it."

Again, Rubina didn't reply, perhaps wondering what I was going to say.

"I really enjoy talking to you and I also feel nice that there is someone who actually cares for me to save some lunch for me. I know there is no business reason now, but I would really like to meet you again tomorrow. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all Vishal, I enjoy talking to you also. I rarely get to talk so freely to anyone or someone who appreciates my cooking so much. We can meet tomorrow, same time same place," she replied.

Half an hour after she had boarded the rickshaw, she texted me, "Reached, Vishal," followed by a smiley.

"Thank you for saving some of your delicious lunch for me, Ruby. I really enjoyed talking to you today."

"Ruby???"

"Yes Ruby," I texted back.

I downloaded a picture of a Ruby and texted it to her.

She replied back with a 'rolling eyes' emoticon.

We continued meeting every evening after work for the next few weeks in different coffee shops and Rubina would save some of her delicious lunch for me every day.

I had started looking forward to meeting her every evening. It felt so nice to be with someone who actually cared for me.

Until one day, I was caught up at work and couldn't meet her that evening.

"Vishal, this is not fair. I'm so bored today. And who'll finish my lunch today?" she texted me.

"Sorry Ruby, I will make it up to you. Let's go for a movie tomorrow," I texted back.

"I'll finish your lunch tomorrow," I texted again.

"Oh really? As if I'm going to save it till then."

***The Next day***

The next day, I booked tickets for a movie "Aashiqui-2" that Rubina had mentioned had very good music and was looking forward to watching. I booked seats on the last row, hoping to get lucky!

I had been very careful not to get physical with Rubina yet and had focused on building rapport, because as I said, one needs to go slow with Muslim women who generally tend to be conservative and shy.

In either case, I don't enjoy getting physical with a woman who's mind I haven't got to know first. It's just more enjoyable to first find out more about what's in her mind and then maybe move on to her body, if I like what's in the former. Not to mention, the mind-body connection is far stronger and enjoyable than just a physical connection.

Now, after about a month of meeting every day and getting to know each other, I decided it was time to take the next step.

In the waiting lounge of the theatre, Rubina was thrilled and excited like a little girl to be going for a movie and looked absolutely radiant with her flashing eyes and stunning smile.

I bought strawberry milkshakes and a bucket of cheese popcorn for both of us.

"Come with me, Ruby," I said and took her hand, leading her to our seats through the dark once the theatre was opened for entry. Not that I really needed to, because it wasn't that dark anyways!

I was pleased to see that it being a weekday, the other seats in our row were empty.

"If the story is too complicated, you must explain it to me tomorrow," I said.

"Sure I will do that," she laughed.

"And if there are scary scenes, may I hold your hand?"

"Yes sure, you may hold my hand. Don't worry, don't be scared. I'm right here to protect you," she said, laughing some more.

"Thank you, Ruby. I know you'll keep me safe."

She just laughed again and shook her head.

Once the movie started, I reached out to her hand rested on the armrest and squeezed it.

She looked at me, laughed and said, "The movie's just started. Are you feeling scared already?"

"No, not yet. I was just testing."

Rubina laughed and took a sip of her strawberry milkshake and kept the container in the cup holder attached to the seat.

Immediately, I reached for her strawberry milkshake and brought the straw to my lips.

She turned towards me to tell me that was her drink, but before she could, she saw me take a sip from the straw and smile. She reached for my drink, took a sip and smiled as well.

Very romantic beginning ...

Nice

Nice story..

After about half an hour of the movie, as she was reaching for the popcorn bucket, I grabbed the bucket and kept it with me.

She looked at me with confusion and reached for it again, but I slapped her hand away.

"Do you really like popcorn so much?" I asked her.

"Yes..." she replied, uncertain what I was getting at.

"Okay, let me give it to you."

I picked a couple of popcorns and brought it to her mouth.

As she leaned in to take it in her mouth, I pulled my hand away, making her giggle.

Bringing my hand closer to her lips, I let her pick the popcorn from my fingers, giving me my first feel of her soft lips.

Her soft lips on my fingertips made my heart beat faster and blood rush to my cock, starting to harden it.

I continued feeding her one popcorn at a time, when she suddenly snapped with her teeth, lightly biting my fingers and holding them between her teeth, making me drop the popcorn inside her mouth and letting my fingers make light contact with her moist tongue.

Her warm wet tongue making contact with my fingers and her soft lips enveloping them made me catch my breath and sent my cock straining against my jeans.

"I should warn you, I bite sometimes," she said with a naughty smile.

"I'll try to remember that," I grinned and licked my fingers which had travelled through her soft lips into her warm mouth, and were now wet with her saliva.

After some time, I took her hand and held it in front of me, gently massaging and playing with her fingers. I held it just a couple of inches from my cock, which was already hard and straining against my jeans.

Rubina seemed to be enjoying her hand massage and my playing with her fingers because after a few minutes she sighed.

As I continued massaging her hand and fingers, I heard her whisper, "That feels so nice," as she sank lower into her seat.

After about fifteen minutes of my massaging her hand, I felt her hand lightly stroke the length of my hard cock and pull away. I wasn't sure if it was by mistake due to my manipulating and massaging her fingers, or by intent.

I looked at her and saw her pretending to be focused on the movie but breathing deeply, wetting and biting her lips. She seemed to be fighting with herself, trying to rein herself in.

After continuing massaging her hand for a few minutes, I lightly patted it and kept it back on the armrest, and said, "Okay Rubina ma'am, your massage is over. I hope you liked it."

She woke up from her trance and looked at me, scanning like she was trying to read my mind. Then she smiled, unsure of what to say, still fighting herself.

I took her hand again, this time to my lips, lightly biting her index finger while allowing a little bit of her finger to enter my mouth and make contact with my tongue. Then I kissed her hand, lay it back on the armrest gently, and placed my hand over hers, intertwining my fingers with hers.

"This part is a bit scary," I told her.

"Uh-huh, yes I know. Don't be scared, I'm right here," she replied, squeezed my hand, and smiled.

When the movie got over, it was almost 8 pm.

Any thoughts I had of escalating further in the car got cast aside as soon as Rubina saw the time. She got very worried and said, "Oh it's too late. Please hurry."

We rushed to the car.

In the car, she seemed really worried, even scared.

"What's happened Ruby, why are you looking so worried? We're just a little late."

"No, no, I am too late today. I didn't expect the movie to be so long."

"Don't worry Ruby, everything will be fine. If you need me for anything, I will always be there for you. Always remember that," I assured her.

Clichéd, but whatever.

Later, as she was getting into the rickshaw, I enveloped her hand in both my hands, looked into her eyes, and again told her, "Ruby, you can call me anytime if you need any kind of help. Always remember that. Please do not hesitate. Okay?"

She nodded silently.

Half an hour after boarding the rickshaw, Rubina texted, "Thank you for the movie."

***The day after the movie***

The next day I got busy at work, but couldn't stop thinking of Rubina. Our little games in the theatre kept replaying in my mind, but I was also concerned about why she looked so worried on the way back.

At lunchtime I texted, "Thinking of you."

She just replied with a smiley.

"Something was worrying you yesterday in the car. Please let me know if there's any problem and you need any help," I texted her again.

She did not reply.

Once home, I poured myself my favourite single malt Caol Ila, and thought about what could have made Rubina so worried. A lady lawyer friend working for a women's rights NGO had once told me that she had seen many cases of women abused and assaulted by the men in their families, including fathers, brothers, husbands, and even fathers-in-law. I hoped that was not the case.

I'd not asked her if she was married because I didn't want that additional bit of data to complicate our developing relationship.

My rationale was simple and like a true techie, I'd even made a small logic flow for it in my mind.

Irrespective of a woman's status, I would try to seduce her. How she responds or does not respond was up to her.

If she was happily married, she naturally would ignore me or tell me to back off.

If she was unmarried, trying to seduce her was the most natural thing in the world.

If she was unhappily married, I might even be able to bring a few moments of happiness in her life.

So it was entirely her decision to let herself get seduced or not.

Coming back to my thoughts as I was sipping my Caol Ila...I didn't know who she was so afraid of. I was concerned for her safety so decided to not call or text her but wait for her to initiate contact, lest she get into any trouble. I'd already assured her repeatedly that I would be there for her if she needed me for anything. I had meant it completely and hoped she believed me.

***Two days later, Friday***

Just as I was wrapping up at work, Rubina texted me, "Can you please meet me tomorrow at 4? Please come to the same place you usually drop me, if it's okay."

"Of course it's ok. I've been worried, Ruby."

"Thank you," she replied.

***Saturday***

The next day in Kalaripayattu class, I got whacked and yelled at a few times as I was quite distracted with the thought of meeting Rubina later in the day and my concern for her safety.

I excused myself from weapons training which contains routines with knives and other kinds of weapons, as it requires absolute focus, or one could seriously injure a training partner or oneself.

I reached the spot a bit before 4 pm and couldn't see Rubina anywhere, so I parked on the side and waited. After waiting for about 10 minutes, I saw a rickshaw stop.

Rubina stepped out and rushed towards my car in a great hurry. She was carrying her handbag and her office folder. In a panic, she got in, closed and locked the door, and gestured to me to drive quickly. As the car started moving and merged into the traffic, she kept looking in the rearview mirror, to see if anyone was following us.

When she was satisfied there was no one following, she started with some questions that raised my guard immediately, "How are you, sir?", "Sir, I hope you are satisfied with the investments you made, and, "Sir, if you would like any other investment options, please let me know."

This made me very concerned. I realised she was putting up an act by again calling me "sir" and talking about all the investment stuff. Plus, her panicked behaviour meant something had happened over the last couple of days and she was scared someone was following her. But what had happened, and who was following her?

She reached into her handbag, pulled out a pen and notepad, and wrote, "I think he can hear us," and pointed at her mobile, indicating it had been tapped. She then tore out that page and handed it to me.

To relax her a bit, I turned the page around, made a writing gesture with my hand, leaned close to her ear, and softly said, "Autograph please."

She shook her head indulgingly, smiled, signed on it, and handed me the page again.

We drove in silence for about 10 minutes, with Rubina looking into the mirror now and then, and my mind trying to come to grasp with what was going on.

I drove into a bye-lane, stopped the car and took her mobile from her. I then removed the battery and handed the phone and battery back to Rubina separately.

When we were moving again, I looked at her and asked, "Ok, so what's going on? Are you recruiting me into the CIA?"

At this, she giggled and relaxed a bit, but continued to speak in subdued tones and didn't remove her niqab as she had before.

"Sorry to disappoint you. You're not eligible to get into the CIA. You're too nice to get into the CIA. We need really mean people there."

After that, she started looking out of the window and every once in a while in the rearview mirror.

"He hit me," she said after some time.

"Who hit you?" I asked, my concern and anger rising.

"My husband. He hit me so hard. He told me I was not a good wife and I didn't know how to please him. He said I indulge in haram activities and I have been bewafa ever since we married. And then he hit me so hard. He even said the punishment for not being a good wife is that I would get lashes and he would report me to our mullah. I pleaded with him to not hit me, but he wouldn't listen and continued to hit me."

And then she broke down.

I was shocked. And felt so guilty at what she had to go through because of me. My seduction game had resulted in Rubina being hurt.

I placed my hand over her head gently to soothe and reassure her, but she continued to sob.

"I'm so sorry Ruby, this is all because of me. I'm so sorry."

"No Vishal, it's not because of you. He has hit me earlier also even when I went out with my female friends. He doesn't like me going out at all and it's only because of money problems that he allows me to work. He sometimes hits and humiliates me for the smallest of reasons."

"What job does he do?"

"He has a small mobile accessories shop. It's very small and doesn't get much business, which is why he allows me to work."

Okay, so that explains how he knows about tapping mobile phones, I thought to myself.

"How long has he been hitting you?"

"Soon after we got married. We've been married for more than 2 years now. Almost 3 years," she said.

"You've been enduring this pain for so long," I said, shocked.

I continued stroking her head softly over the burqa but didn't pull her to me. It didn't feel right to take advantage of her in her current state.

"Rubina, where did he hit you? Please remove your niqab," I said.

But she shook her head.

"Ruby, don't worry. Please remove your niqab. I want to see where he hit you," I told her.

But she just stared out of the car.

"I have a lawyer friend who fights for women and takes cases similar to yours. Her name is Neha. Would you like to meet her?" I asked.

"No, I don't want to make this problem any bigger. My parents will be humiliated and only I will be blamed. Whatever he says will be taken as the truth and I will have to furnish 2 witnesses, which obviously I cannot," replied Rubina immediately.

Then after some time, she slowly removed her niqab and turned her face towards me. She had a bad bruise on her left cheekbone indicating he had probably given her a full-blown punch.

Shocked, I stopped the car and took my hand to her cheek softly, but she flinched in pain.

Seeing this beautiful angel hurt, I felt a burning rage in me and told her, "Oh my God, Rubina. Take me to him. I'll teach him how to behave with a woman."

But she said, "No. Not now, please. I just want to be away from him. I don't want to see his face."

"I cannot take you to him. He's very dangerous and violent," she added after some time.

"We'll see about that," I replied.

"Shall we go to CCD, Rubina?"

"No, please, I don't want anyone to see me like this."

Since Rubina neither wanted to go to a lawyer nor to a public place, I turned the car towards my home.

"I'm taking you home Rubina, so we can treat your wound. Once you're feeling better, we can decide on what to do next."

She just looked at me and didn't say a word. I thought I saw a hint of apprehension in her eyes, perhaps she was wondering whether I had good intentions or bad.

"Don't worry Rubina, as long as you are with me, everything will be as per your wish. I'm not a man who hurts women," I assured her and gently placed my hand on her head protectively.

She nodded silently.

My home was a full one-hour's drive through Bangalore's infamously heavy and slow traffic. I put on the radio so Rubina could listen to some Bollywood songs and gave her my mobile to play Candy Crush, which I'd seen her playing earlier.

We didn't talk much during that drive, as Rubina got engrossed in her Candy Crush, and I in my thoughts - all that had transpired so far, whether I was doing the right thing by taking her home, her options, my options, and the right course of actions to take going forward. Given the complexity of the situation, I hoped I was taking the right steps, which would turn out well for both of us.

I live in a multi-storey apartment complex with a basement parking. After parking in my spot, I went over to her side, opened the door, took her hand gently, and led her to the lift.

In the lift, a couple of my neighbours gave curious looks on seeing this beautiful lady in a burqa with a bruise on her face accompanying me.

Ignoring them, I held Rubina's hand, led her to my apartment, and opened the door for her.

It's a regular not too large three-bedroom apartment but tastefully done, for which I get a lot of compliments. It's the highest apartment building in the area and being on the top 25th floor, there are no other apartments at my height and I get total privacy even on the balcony, which is so rare nowadays with apartments facing each other.

But understandably, Rubina was in no mood to appreciate any of that, and just stood at the entrance, hesitating to enter.

"Don't worry Ruby, everything is going to be fine. You are safe here. I promise, no one will hurt you here," I said, taking her by her hand and leading her in.

"Please sit, Ruby. Please consider my home as your own home. You have absolutely nothing to fear here," I said and led her to a sofa.

She sat down slowly, looked up at me, and smiled.

I got her favourite chilled strawberry milkshake that I'd bought earlier from the fridge and served it to her.

Yes, I'd been preparing to welcome this angel into my home ever since I met her in CCD, though in different and happier circumstances!

She took the glass and said, "You remember my favourite drink."

"You remember to bring me your delicious cooking every day Ruby, so don't even mention this."

Then I got her a tablet of paracetamol to reduce the pain and inflammation, with a glass of water.

"Take this tablet, Ruby. It will reduce the pain."

She took the tablet from me, looking into my eyes. Then she swallowed it with a large sip of water.

Getting injured is normal in Kalaripayattu training and my freezer always contains a few icepacks.

I brought her one for the bruise on her face.

I sat next to her, took the icepack, and held it against her bruise.

"This might make your cheek a bit numb because of the cold, but it will heal your wound faster and also reduce the pain," I told her.

I sat next to her, holding the icepack to her bruised cheek.

After some time, Rubina brought her hand and held it over my hand holding the icepack, and looked into my eyes tenderly.

"Thank you Vishal, you are taking such good care of me like no one ever has, while those who are supposed to take care of me have let me down," she said with tears in her eyes.

"Am I not supposed to take care of you, Ruby?" I asked and wiped away her tears gently with my free hand.

She didn't reply.

After a couple of minutes, she leaned into me, placing her hand on my thigh.

I instinctively brought my hand over her shoulder and kissed her on the head, through the burqa.

Her full breasts pressed into my chest through the burqa and her hand on my thigh were starting to arouse me and make me breathe faster.

She was slowly moving her hand higher, towards my now stiff cock, when with great difficulty I whispered, "Ruby, you're in a very emotionally vulnerable state right now. Let's go a bit slowly so we are both sure of what we're doing. Whatever happens, I want it to be something we cherish forever and not something we might regret later."

It took all my willpower to say that, but I'd started developing a fondness for Rubina beyond just wanting to get into her panties. I wanted to build something that would last.

"You're a good man, Vishal. I wish I'd met you earlier," she whispered and just stayed like that, leaning into me with my one hand holding the icepack to her cheek and the other over her shoulder.

After about half an hour, when the icepack was no longer cold, I removed it from her cheek and went to replace it in the freezer.

The pain must have reduced considerably with the paracetamol and ice pack because Rubina then got up and walked around the sitting room looking at the paintings, mementos, and fridge magnets I'd collected from my trips in India and abroad.

When she got to my bar and looked at my collection of single malts and the wine cabinet, she said, "You have a big liquor collection. Do you drink a lot? Do you drink every day?"

"No, only rarely. Or when there are guests over. I think drinking alone is dangerous as it can become a habit and then an addiction"

"So will you drink today?"

"No, I will not drink today," I said, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

"So you don't consider me a guest," she smiled.

"Of course not, Ruby. Please consider my home as your home," I replied.

After a few minutes, Rubina opened the fridge and started inspecting the contents.

"Okay, since you don't consider me as a guest, I want to make you the lamb dish that I told you the recipe of last week."

"Now? Has the pain reduced?"

Without replying, she started collecting ingredients and tools from the fridge and the kitchen cabinet and arranged them in the kitchen.

I knew she enjoyed cooking, and I suppose she found it cathartic and a means to distract herself from her issues.

"So what are you going to make, Ruby?"

"I'm making the lamb curry that I told you the recipe of last week and which you also tasted and liked so much that day."

"I hope you actually liked it and were not complimenting me just to please me?" she laughed.

"I loved it, Ruby. You are an amazing cook."

I was happy to see she was getting comfortable and leaving her traumatic experience behind.

She had taken lamb and some other ingredients for the dish she was cooking. They needed to be cleaned and cut, which would be a big effort for her by herself. So I got into the kitchen, took a knife, and started helping her with chopping the vegetables.

She had a look of disbelief on her face, seeing me standing next to her helping her in the kitchen.

"So you actually do cook."

"Oh yes, and I will treat you to my cooking one of these days. I hope you're kind to me and say you like it, even if you don't."

"Don't worry, I will," she laughed.

"Of course, I might even like it," she added.

"By the way, I meant to ask you something."

"Okay..."

"The movie storyline that day was very confusing. Can you tell me the story again?"

"Sure Vishal," she laughed and started on the movie storyline.

After about half an hour of chit-chat and banter, she asked if she could use the restroom.

When she came out, she had removed the burqa and was in a lemon yellow kameez with white designs on it and a white salwar. The kameez fit her just so well and accentuated her perfect curves. She had the body of a goddess, skin fair like porcelain, silky brown straight hair that fell to about where her bra strap would be. Full luscious heavy breasts straining against her dress, a flat belly with a slim waist, and perfectly flared hips. A dupatta snaking its way in her cleavage and across her shoulders.

I was still cutting the vegetables when the appearance of this Aphrodite before me short-circuited my brain. I forgot I was holding a knife and was about to cut my fingers, so mesmerised was I, ogling at her gorgeous body.

Seeing I might cut myself, Rubina rushed forward and took the knife from my hand.

"Focus on what you're doing Vishal, or you'll cut yourself," she laughed.

"I thought since I'm not a guest, I can remove my burqa," she added and continued preparing her dish.

"Ye...yes, of course, you thought right," I stammered.

Watching this goddess, admiring her soft curves sent my temperature rising and my lund straining against my jeans. Maintaining a conversation was getting difficult and I was blabbering like an idiot.

Rubina was not looking at me but had a smile on her face as if she knew of the effect she was having on me.

"Hey, your strawberry milkshake is over. Do you want another, or do you want to try a wine?" I asked, noticing her empty glass.

I needed some alcohol in me, to calm my nerves.

"I'll have a wine if you are having," she said.

"Have you had alcohol before?"

"Yes, I once had white wine at my friend's house. But I didn't like it much. It was very sour. I'll have any other wine that's not sour, if you have."

"Yes, I have a nice wine that's not sour," I said and pulled out a bottle of Rose Shiraz, which is one of the sweeter wines.

"You'll like this one. It's not sour," I said as I poured her the Rose Shiraz and then helped myself to my favourite Caol Ila and put on some light music.

"If you don't mind, can I ask you a personal question?" I asked, to which she nodded.

"Till what level have you studied?" I asked.

"I'm a postgraduate in commerce, which is how I got the bank job, while he has studied till the 12th standard," Rubina replied, referring to her husband and guessing what I was trying to get at.

"That's a huge difference in your education levels."

She didn't reply.

"How did you get married to this man, who is so different from you? He's so conservative and violent while you are so well-read, educated, and soft-spoken?"

"Actually, he's my cousin...my mother's brother's son. My family got a proposal from his family and my father decided I should marry him."

"My father said educational difference does not matter because he himself is educated only till the 12th standard while my mother is a graduate, and he is quite successful in his business. So he thinks college education is not a necessity to be successful," she added, again guessing my next question.

I knew that in her community, cousin marriages are common and women rarely get any say in who they want to marry, so I didn't ask whether she protested the alliance.

"Before nikah, he was very nice and treated me very well. But now I think that was just to fool me and my parents."

"But just 2-3 months after marriage, his attitude changed and he started abusing and shouting at me. He even started hitting me for small reasons like if something was misplaced, or some dish was not made to his liking. Once he even hit me because I was humming a song from a movie and he said music is haram."

"Earlier, he was clean-shaven and wore regular clothes and even listened to music sometimes, but after some time he grew his beard and started wearing only salwar-kameez and topi. That's when his beatings also started. After the online shopping websites like Amazon and Flipkart became popular, his business went down and he would get very frustrated over it. He started getting angry more often and took his frustration out by beating me."

"My parents never made me wear a burqa, and I used to wear only a hijab. But after marriage, he would get very angry if other men even looked at me, and told me that I must be a good Muslim wife and wear a burqa and niqab when I step out of the house. And the most amazing thing is...when we go out, he openly stares and visually undresses other women shamelessly. All the rules and restrictions are only for women. Men can do anything they want."

She just kept speaking like she had been dying to talk to someone and get it out of her, and finally, she'd found someone she could express her frustrations to freely.

"Earlier, I could listen to music, sing and read whatever I wanted. After marriage, the music stopped and I got to read my favourite books only in the office during lunchtime. At home, he only allows me to read holy books. Do you know, Ashiqui-2 was the first movie I've seen since I got married? Earlier, I used to watch so many movies."

"Sometimes, I feel thankful that his business is doing badly and we're short on money. Otherwise, he would not even allow me to continue with my job and keep me imprisoned inside the house the whole day."

"Couldn't you do something, like ask some elders in the family to talk some sense into him?" I asked.

"I did tell my mother, but she just said, 'That's how it is for us women. If he is unhappy, it means you are not doing enough to please him and to take care of him. You should try harder to please him.' I was so disappointed and sad that even my mother could not help me."

"Then I told his mother, but she pretended to not hear me. I think she must have told him about my complaint because after that his beating became even more severe."

"Do you know, I once was even thinking of killing myself? Not once but several times. I could see no other way out," she said, softly.

"Oh God. I just can't believe how much you have endured and how you still manage to maintain your sweet smile," I said and sat down on a dining chair.

"If my mother came to know I'd ill-treated any woman, she would report me to the police herself."

Rubina laughed when she heard that, but I meant it. Ill-treating a woman is an unthinkable sin in my family.

"Don't worry, you are safe now, Ruby. If you want, I will talk to my lawyer friend. Her name is Neha," I offered again.

"No, whenever I'm outside, I'm free and not thinking of him. I don't want anything that will remind me of him."

"I'm sorry I brought up the topic that reminded you of your pain. I shouldn't have."

"It's okay Vishal. I think it's a fair question because I'm in your home so you need to know. I just don't want to see him again."

I just looked at her wordlessly.

"He has been hitting me for more than 2 years now, but that evening when I got late, he crossed all limits. He punched me like he was boxing with someone and even kicked me. I was just lying on the floor in pain for ten minutes after that. He didn't even feel anything though I was in such a bad condition, and just helped himself to some food and started eating. He was not bothered that I was lying on the floor crying in pain."

Everything she was telling me left me stunned and lost for words.

"I'm sorry I have dragged you into my problems, Vishal. But I'm sure if I'd stayed longer, I would have landed in hospital or dead. Even my mother is not ready to help me, so I was so desperate. I didn't know what else to do or who else to call."

"Ruby, please don't apologise for anything. I have enjoyed your company so much ever since I met you, and meeting you is something I eagerly look forward to every day. Otherwise, my life is just a never-ending cycle of office and home. If I had not met you, I would have become mad with depression. So, I should thank you, because you have brought a light into my life."

"Besides, how else would I get such delicious food to eat every day and someone to explain complicated movie storylines to me?" I said to lighten the conversation a bit.

Rubina smiled and said, "Ashiqui-2's storyline is hardly complicated."

I saw her glass was empty by now, and the dish she was cooking was also ready.

"Ruby, your glass is empty. Do you want a refill?"

"Yes, if you don't mind. This wine is quite nice."

As I poured the wine, she said, "A little more please. I'm also feeling quite nice," and giggled.

I went over to the lamb curry dish she'd made, took a bit in a teaspoon, and tasted it. It was excellent.

"This is superb, Ruby. I always suspected that the delicious food you've been getting me is from some restaurant. But now, you've proven yourself to be the best cook in the world."

"Thank you, good to know I've proven myself to you at least in this," she laughed.

"I have never got any compliments for my cooking at home. Only beatings," she added matter-of-factly.

I gently held my left hand to the uninjured right side of her face, looked into her eyes, and repeated, "Ruby, you never have to worry about anything from now on. You are safe with me and I will take care of you. No one can ever hurt you again."

Rubina's beautiful eyes welled up in tears; she stepped forward and hugged me tightly, her tears wetting my t-shirt.

"I know," she whispered and we just stayed like that holding each other tightly for some time.

Rubina's feminine scent mixed with her perfume was intoxicating. I became aware of the combined effect that her womanly scent, her soft silky brown hair against my cheek, her soft body pressed against mine and her large breasts crushed against my chest were having on my lund which was now raging hard and straining for release from my jeans.

She must've felt the bulge pressing into her lower belly, because she pressed back against it and said, "I think there's someone else here who also wants to be taken care of," and gave her characteristic little girl giggle.

She placed her finger on my lips and slowly traced her right hand from my lips down my body, feeling my toned muscles, and stroked the length of my hard arousal through the jeans making me breathe deeper and herself too.

"That day in the theatre, I think you were playing me. Tell me, did you watch even a bit of the movie?"

"I did, but I don't think you did. I saw you were a bit busy," I grinned.

"It was all your fault, Vishal."

"I think Shraddha Kapoor was quite pretty. Don't you think so?" I asked teasingly, referring to the actress in the movie.

"Oh, really? Is she better than me?" she replied, grasping my lund through the jeans and squeezing it in response, making me gasp.

"Hmmm, I think you like it when I do that," she laughed, seeing me gasp.

"Oh yes, I like your hands on me so much, my Ruby," I said and kissed her.

"So tell me, do you think she's better than me?" stroking my lund a bit more insistently.

"She's just pretty. You're a goddess. There's no comparison."

"Right answer," she said and squeezed my lund again, making me gasp once more.

With my left hand, I removed her dupatta and let it fall to the floor.

"I think your pretty dupatta is getting crushed."

"Hmmm," she said, nuzzling against my neck.

I was drawing small circles on her back with my fingers, slowly moving downwards to her shapely ass. Once there, my right hand to her upper back and left hand to her soft ass, I pulled her closer into me so that her soft breasts were crushed against my chest and my hard bulge into her lower belly.

She smiled and bit my ear lobe lightly.

"I love your lovely soft breasts pressed into my chest like this."

"Oh I see," she said and pressed herself further into me.

My fingers started a slow circuitous journey over her lemon yellow kameez to search for her bra clip. Finding it, I unhooked it and immediately felt her take a sharp breath.

"You're an expert at this," she whispered into my ear.

My right hand travelled down to hold her firmly by her ass and press her into my hard lund.

"And I love you holding me like this," she said, taking my ear lobe between her soft lips and nibbling on it.

I slowly moved my left hand across from her back, under her arm to her breast, weighing it, cupping it, drawing small circles on it, and tracing the design on her kameez with my fingers. Her right nipple hardened in response to my teasing fingers, under her kameez and bra, and her breath quickened.

After stroking my lund for some time, Rubina slipped both her hands under my t-shirt. One feeling my chest, nipples, and abs, and another feeling my back, tracing my spine. All the while she was looking into my eyes with an intensity that told me what she wanted.

My hands moved up to undo the first button of her kameez and I bent down to kiss and lightly lick her there. Undoing the second and the third button revealed the beginning of her deep cleavage and soft breasts. I lightly licked her exposed cleavage and kissed her at the rise of her breasts.

Tracing my finger down her cleavage, over her kameez, and down her stomach, I found the string knot of her white salwar. I gave it a couple of tugs to undo it, but it wouldn't budge.

After fumbling with it for some time, I said, "How does this thing come off?"

Rubina laughed, gave me a light bite on my neck, and then undid the knot to let the salwar fall to the floor, leaving her white panties on.

"Take me to the bedroom Vishal," she sighed.

Nodding, I bent down till my face was at the level of her breasts, held her tight so that it was now between her two soft mounds, and picked her up by her hips.

Instinctively, Rubina wrapped her shapely legs around my waist and held on to my shoulders.

Instead of going to the bedroom, I started to carry her to the dining table, facing the large sliding glass door and the balcony.

"Not here, please. Someone will see."

"I know. They'll be so jealous to see me making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

"No, please not here."

"Don't worry baby, we are on the top 25th floor. No one can see us."

I put her down on the dining table gently and said, "Today I think I'll have my dessert before dinner," to which she laughed.

"So what can I give you for dessert, sir?" she asked like a waitress.

"There's such a wide choice of delicious items. Where do I start?"

"I think I'll start here," I said and lightly kissed her soft lips. Nibbling at them, I pushed my tongue between her lips and our tongues met.

She sucked my tongue, thirsty for my saliva, pulling more and more of my tongue into her mouth, till my tongue hurt. Lightly biting my tongue, she giggled.

Our tongues wrestled, first in her mouth then in mine. I took my turn to find her tongue and suck on it thirstily.

"Did you like the wine?" I asked her after sucking her tongue for some time.

"Yes, why?"

"I want to have some right now."

"Now?"

"Yes, I want to drink from your mouth. It'll taste even sweeter".

Reaching for her glass I let her have a sip and moved in to drink from her mouth.

But before I could, she swallowed it and laughingly said, "Sorry".

She took another sip, and we kissed, transferring the wine from her mouth to mine.

In the process, some dribbled down her mouth onto the top exposed portion of her chest, threatening to go further down her cleavage.

Quickly bending down, I licked it off before it could go further and stain her kameez. We continued drinking the wine from each other's lips until the glass was empty.

I reached down to pull her kameez up and she automatically raised her arms to help me. I'd already unhooked her bra, so that came off too, letting her large beautiful breasts spring free.

She had the most luscious, heavy, and yet firm breasts with just a slight sag to allow for their size and fullness, with beautiful pink strawberry-like nipples on coin-sized aureoles that had become hard with arousal. Between her breasts, right in the middle of her cleavage was a cute little mole.

Mesmerised, I salivated at her milky white luscious breasts deciding which one to suck first.

"This is not fair," she said, waking me up from my trance and reached over to remove my t-shirt.

Once she had pulled it off, I leaned in and pulled her to me to feel her smooth soft skin and heavy breasts against my bare chest and held her like that for some time to savour the feeling.

"Close your eyes, baby," I told her.

Getting some milk from the kitchen, I held the glass to her lips, tilting it so it overflowed her lips, flowing down her chin and neck onto her breasts and belly.

"Look what you've done. Now you will have to clean it," she said.

"Yes, my love. I'm onto it."

The milk streamed down her body, some in rivulets between her breasts and down her cleavage, while some covering her breasts, dripping off her beautiful nipples like it was her own milk.

"You have the most beautiful breasts in the world, Ruby. I want to suck them so badly."

"They're all yours Vishal. Suck them, lick them, bite them. I wish it was my milk in my breasts I could feed you, my baby."

The little mole between her full breasts seemed to be screaming at me for attention, so I kissed and licked it before moving on to licking the milk off her breasts and taking her nipples in turns, between my lips, suckling on them like a baby.

The milk streamed down her body, down her belly, some collecting in her navel and some flowing further wetting her white panties.

I lapped up the milk pooled in her navel thirstily.

The sensation of cool milk trickling down her luscious body and my sucking and licking it from her breasts as if it were her breast milk drove Rubina crazy.

With heaving breath and a rasping voice she said, "Vishal, I want you so much."

I moved my hands slowly down her body, down her magnificent breasts, her nipples, her flat belly, to the sides of her beautifully flared hips and hooked my fingers into her panties to pull them off.

Rubina raised herself on her hands, to let me remove her panties and reveal herself to me.

Slowly, I peeled her panties down her lush perfectly flared hips.

As she raised her hips and spread her legs slightly, I noticed a wet patch of her juices on her panties and gave it a deep broad lick with as much of my tongue as I could, sending a shudder through Rubina's body.

"Oh my God," said Rubina with a gasp and held my head with both her hands, running her fingers through my hair.

I slowly peeled the panties off, to reveal her shaven vaginal lips and the beautiful slit between, glistening and leaking her juices, indicating her arousal and how much she was craving to take me into herself.

Separating her legs, I brought my mouth to her dripping slit and licked her there, running my tongue up the length of her vaginal lips, the entrance to paradise and over her clitoris, the little pink pearl. I licked her heavenly juices with broad deep strokes, sending a shiver through her body with every lick.

She was moaning now, both her hands ruffling my hair, looking at me eating her out.

"Oh Vishal, I've never been licked there before," she whispered.

"You're so tasty baby," I said, swiped my finger with her nectar, and held it to her mouth.

She brought her lips forward and took my finger into her mouth, licking and sucking lustfully.

Going in deeper, I separated her vaginal lips with my fingers, allowing my warm tongue to enter further.

"Oh Vishal, what are you doing to me," she moaned and splayed her legs out to give me better access.

"You taste so sweet. Give me all your juices, Ruby."

"Yes Vishal, my body is all yours. Oh, that feels so good. Lick me deeper my love," she moaned.

Moving my other hand to her breasts I played with her nipples, alternating between the two. Softly squeezing, massaging them, as I started slowly moving my tongue in and out of her and flicking my tongue inside her choot.

Every flick caused her to give a little jerk and she was now thrusting her hips to match the in-out movement of my tongue.

I inserted a finger into her choot and transferred my tongue to her clitoris. Exploring her choot with my finger, moving it in different directions and trajectories, rubbing her G-spot while at the same time licking and nibbling her clitoris, her breathing became ragged.

Rubina was now moaning and whimpering loudly and clenched my hair.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. Give me your nectar," I urged her on.

Her fingers grabbed my hair tighter, and I felt her choot start to spasm.

She collapsed back onto her elbows and orgasmed with a long throaty primeval cry, and flooded my tongue with her juices as a sweet reward for my efforts.

Every drop of her heavenly nectar I lapped up with my tongue like a greedy puppy, including some that had dribbled onto the table.

After her orgasm had subsided, I came up and kissed her lips passionately, giving her a taste of her juices on my tongue and lips. Once her breathing normalised, she reached for my belt and said, "I want to taste you."

Frantically Rubina unbuckled my belt and the button of my jeans and pushed down the zipper partially. She hooked her thumbs under my underwear and tried to push it down along with my jeans, but they wouldn't go because my hard aroused 6-inch lund was straining tight against them.

With an exasperated sigh, she said, "Help me get this off, Vishal".

I'd moved down to her beautiful breasts, sucking them desperately, hoping she would reward me with her milk.

"I'm a bit busy here, as you can see."

"Yes, that I can see," Rubina mumbled and continued in her efforts.

Finally, she managing to unzip the jeans despite the resistance from my straining lund, and pushed my jeans and underwear down. Free of its restraint, my lund sprang up facing her, eager to serve and do its mistress's bidding.

"Your name suits you, Vishal. You're so big," she said, her voice sounding different, lustful, and in heat, not to be denied.

Rubina licked and bit her lower lip and moved both her hands to my lund feeling it lightly, tracing the veins with the tips of her fingers and wrapping her fingers around it, measuring its girth.

"Your soft hands on me feel so good, Ruby," I said, looking into her eyes.

"Hmmm," she murmured, looking down, focused on my lund. She pulled the foreskin back slowly, exposing the knob.

The peeling back of the foreskin made me inhale deeply and I involuntarily called out her name, "Oh Rubina."

Hearing me take her name, she looked up into my eyes, leaned forward, and lightly kissed me. Seeing my two hands were now on the table, she placed them on her breasts, before taking her attention back to my lund.

Massaging her breasts, while she played with my lund, I bent forward to take one of her nipples in my lips.

"I can't see," she whispered, pushing me back and restricting me to massaging her breasts and nipples with my hands.

With a look of utter fascination on her face, Rubina used her thumbs to slowly spread the pre-cum that had leaked out over the knob, gently stroking and sliding her soft fingers and alternatingly running her nails over it.

The alternating soft and hard on my sensitive knob sent my temperature rising and a shiver through my body.

She then took some of the pre-cum on her forefinger, brought it to her mouth, tasted it, and looked into my eyes with lust, ready for me.

"Come here," she whispered and lay down on the table.

I crawled up over her, noticing the beads of sweat on her body due to her orgasm.

Holding my head with both her hands, she kissed me deeply, tasting herself again on my lips and my tongue.

I lay on her, kissing, the tip of my lund barely touching the lips of her choot, ready to enter her. I slowly started easing forward, to penetrate her and take my lund where it ached to be, deep inside her.

But just as I took a deep breath to begin entering her, she suddenly held her hand over her vaginal entrance to prevent entry and said, "First I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you as you tasted me."

Disappointed that she hadn't allowed me into herself yet but still looking forward to having her take me into her mouth, I got off her to roll over and exchange places, when there was a sound from the balcony, and with a start, Rubina raised herself on her elbows to see if there was someone there.

Then she burst out laughing and said "there are two pigeons on the balcony watching us!"

"Maybe they will learn a few tips from us, on how to make love", I said and Rubina laughed again.

We rolled over, she lay on top and me below.

She moved lower and kissed the tip of my engorged lund, licking the pre-cum and using her lips to push back the foreskin so that as more of the knob was unsheathed, it entered her lips to meet her waiting tongue.

Rubina slurped and licked like she was enjoying a lollypop, swirling her tongue around my lund, running it along the sensitive ridge below the knob, and even pushed her tongue to try and enter the small slit at the tip of my lund.

"You're so hard and hot in my mouth, my sweetheart. I want you to cum in my mouth," she said as I lay back and surrendered myself to her hungry mouth.

She used her lips and tongue to give a soft sensation while lightly scraping with her teeth to give a sharper sensation. Licking the whole length, she then took the whole of it in her mouth, which I was amazed she was able to accommodate.

"Turn around and bring your legs over me."

She smiled, and brought her shapely legs over me, holding her beautiful pussy that was again wet and dripping her nectar, right over my face in a 69, while she continued to lick and suck my lund.

I salivated looking at her bright pink choot, sopping wet with her delicious juices. I stuck out my tongue to lick her, but I could just about reach it with the tip of my tongue.

"I can't reach you," I said.

Rubina spread her legs, lowering her body and smothering me with her wet choot. I now had deep and easy access to my entrance to paradise and pushed my tongue in as far as it would go.

Feeling my tongue enter her again, Rubina gave a sharp breath and whispered, "Yes, baby."

Moistening my thumb with her juices, I used it to massage her clitoris, enhancing her pleasure sensations, taking her towards another orgasm which only caused her to attack my lund more greedily.

In a few minutes, I was ready to cum.

"I'm going to cum, Ruby. I want you to cum with me."

"Cum into my mouth, my love," she said in a throaty voice, indicating she too was close.

I intensified my licking of her pussy and massaging her clitoris.

As I let loose my cum into Rubina's eager mouth, Rubina rewarded me again with her juices that streamed down onto my tongue and into my greedy mouth.

Sealing my lips to her vaginal lips to not let even a single drop of her heavenly nectar go waste, I thirstily pushed my tongue back into her choot, to lap up as much as I could right from its source.

As I came, I reached down with my free hand and roughly squeezed her large breast dangling over and rested on my stomach.

She took in all my cum, hungrily swallowing it and licking off any from her lips.

After we had both had our fills, Rubina got off from atop the table, and sat on one of the dining chairs with a happy smile on her face, reminding me of a classical European nude painting.

"You feel so hot in my mouth and my throat. Now I want you inside me," she said.

I stood up straight in front of her, saluted her army style, and said, "Yes ma'am, your wish is my command."

"I will need a different salute, from this guy. But I think he's tired now," she said laughingly and pointed at my lund which had softened after the release in her mouth.

"Wake him up then."

Rubina gingerly took my lund in both her hands, stimulating it and slowly moving her fingers back and forth. My lund was hardening, and when it was half erect, she gently took it in her mouth again and resumed her soft-hard ministrations with her lips, tongue, and teeth which had made me cum in her mouth just a few moments ago.

In a couple of minutes, I was hard, at attention, and ready to go again.

Taking her hand, I led Rubina into the bedroom. I sat down on the side of the bed and pulled both her hands, for her to sit astride me.

She understood, and placing her hands on my shoulders for support, sat astride me, slowly lowering herself on my lund.

"You're so hot Ruby, like an oven," I said as my rock-hard lund entered her moist and yielding choot.

Taking a sharp breath, she closed her eyes as inch after inch of me slowly entered her love canal.

When I was about 4-5 inches in, she stopped.

"Go deeper, baby. I have much more to give you."

"You're already deep inside me Vishal," she whispered.

"Nowhere as deep as I can go," I replied. "Don't worry baby, I'll never hurt you."

She smiled, kissing me on the forehead. Then she continued lowering herself slowly until she was completely impaled on all six inches of my hard throbbing lund and her soft ass rested on my lap.

"Oh baby, that feels so good," I groaned, with the whole length of my lund buried deep inside my goddess's hot and wet, velvet soft choot.

"Wrap your legs around me, baby," I said.

She changed her position, wrapping her legs around my waist, which naturally brought our bodies closer, changing the angle of my lund in her choot, going even deeper into her belly, into previously untouched virgin territory inside her.

My lund pushing against her cervix, Rubina closed her eyes tightly and gasped at the new sensation, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tight.

"You're so deep inside me Vishal. So deep. I've never felt anything like this before."

I just held her like that, talking her left nipple into my mouth. I started sucking her soft breast like a child hungry for milk, flicking the nipple with my tongue and softly biting and nibbling it with my teeth.

It was the most intimate of moments. Rubina's choot impaled 6 inches deep with my throbbing lund pushing against her cervix, her soft ass rested on my lap, our arms tightly around each other, bodies glued together like one, and my mouth around her nipple, sucking on her gorgeous breast.

Taking advantage of the Kegel exercises I'd been practicing, I twitched my lund inside her choot.

With a gasp, Rubina suddenly opened her eyes in shock at the sudden never before felt movement inside her hot choot, "You moved inside me, Vishal!"

Grabbing her tightly, I started a grinding motion, massaging her clitoris while at the same time twitching my lund back and forth inside her, massaging her cervix with the tip of my lund and giving her new pleasure sensations.

Rubina held me tight, pulling my head into her breast with a long throaty breathless moan, telling me she was orgasming. She flooded her hot juices onto my lund inside her, with some leaking out.

After her orgasm subsided, I slowly lifted her up, so most of my lund was outside, leaving just the slight tip in. As the tight seal in her choot was released, her orgasmic juices flowed out, down my lund and scrotum, wetting the bedsheet. I let gravity take over, again impaling her oven hot choot with my lund, slightly faster.

I repeated the motion again. And again. Going slightly faster each time. We were building a rhythm, and Rubina started to moan softly, breathing in every time my lund would withdraw and breathing out as I re-entered, with her moist vaginal walls clutching at it tightly.

As the sensations got stronger and she approached another peak, Rubina bit hard into my shoulder giving me a love bite, placed her hand behind my head, pulling me deeper into her breast and orgasming again.

"Vishal, you're going to drive me mad like this," Rubina cried as her whole body shuddered with pleasure yet again.

After a few minutes, with my arms tiring from lifting her, I rolled over with my lund still buried deep inside her, into a classic missionary position.

Our eyes locked, I started thrusting, slowly at first, causing her large breasts to sway back and forth with each thrust. Bringing my greedy mouth to her left breast, I took her strawberry pink nipple in my mouth, sucking, softly biting and nibbling.

Rubina reached for my right hand, pulled it to her mouth, and sucked and lightly chewed into my index finger as the sensations in her heavenly choot and on her nipple started to peak again.

She started to give a now-familiar throaty moan, and involuntarily closed her eyes as her orgasm approached her.

I took my mouth off her breast, looked at her, and said, "Open your eyes and look at me Ruby," so our souls could be together in that fleeting moment of her orgasm.

Rubina opened her beautiful eyes and looked right into mine as I locked my lips to hers and pushed my tongue in, to meet hers.

I replaced my mouth with my hand on her breast, pinching and tweaking so she wouldn't lose the sensation on her nipple.

In a few seconds, she had another orgasm, digging her nails into my back, drawing blood, and branding me as hers.

"Oh Vishal," she let out with a rasping tortured voice, looking deep into my eyes as I felt her choot spasm and grip my lund deliciously.

By now I'd lost count of her orgasms.

"Vishal, Vishal, Vishal, I love you Vishal," Rubina cried out my name with each thrust into her moist wonderful choot as she gave in to her orgasm.

"And I love you, my Ruby," I whispered into her ear.

After about a minute, I started to feel a familiar twinge in my lund. Sensing I was close to cumming, I pulled out of her quickly.

As soon as I pulled out, Rubina's hand grabbed my lund to insert it back into herself and said, "What are you doing? Why did you stop? I want you inside me."

"I'm about to cum, baby."

"Then cum inside me," she said and kissed me on the lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You have made me yours now, Vishal. If I have a baby, it can only be yours," she said, kissing me again.

"You have made me yours now," she repeated, in a whisper.

With that, she took a pillow and placed it under her hips to make clear her intent to get impregnated by my seed.

With a smile, I entered her again, pushing in slowly, as deep as I could go. Once fully inside her, I just stayed there without moving so the sensation in my lund would subside. I wanted her to cum again, and with me.

Once the sensation to ejaculate died down, I took one hand down and massaged her clitoris, another to her nipple to pinch and stimulate her there, and kissed her passionately. Thrusting back and forth inside Rubina's warm and wet choot, I kept myself slow to last longer.

Soon, my multiple efforts on her clitoris, nipple and the kissing along with my hard lund giving her a deep massage in her velvet soft, and wet choot yielded dividends.

Rubina started the now familiar long slow primeval moan and realising she was starting to orgasm, I speeded my thrusts and started ejaculating inside her.

"Look at me baby," I said.

As we both climaxed together, her hot choot gripping my lund, I let loose my warm seed into her womb, looking into each other's souls, tying us both together.

When I had given her all my seed and her orgasm had subsided, she grabbed my head and started kissing me all over my face...on my lips, cheeks, eyes, chin, forehead. Both our bodies were dripping with sweat, and I took a lick at the mole between her breasts, tasting her salty-sweet sweat.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, with my lund slowly softening, still inside her. Then I pulled out slowly and rolled over to her side, exhausted, my breath heaving like I'd run a marathon.

But Rubina was not done yet. She reached down for my lund and brought her mouth to it. Like a mother cat licking her kittens clean, she tenderly licked and cleaned my lund of both our juices.

Once satisfied, she climbed up to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "Okay now?" and kissed me, pushing her tongue between my lips giving me a taste of both of us.

"Vishal, you have tired me out. Your lund is so magical," she sighed.

"What, you think only boys read erotic stories?" she laughed, noticing me raise my eyebrows at her choice of words.

"My Ruby, nothing is as magical as you are. You were so hot inside like an oven. I loved being inside you. I love you, my sweetheart."

She smiled happily, hugged me, and kissed me again, "Thank you, my love. And I loved you inside me."

Taking a deep breath, she snuggled up against me with her head on my left shoulder nuzzling me, her warm body on me, soft breasts pressing against my chest, one leg across my legs, right hand cupping the left cheek of my ass and left hand softly wrapped around my lund as if staking claim to it as her property.

My left hand went down her body, to cup her soft ass, and my right hand held onto her left arm draped across my chest, her silky soft hair against my cheek.

She closed her eyes and was asleep within seconds, with a smile on her lips.

I sighed deeply, taking in the implications of what she had just said before allowing me to cum inside her.

Smiling in satisfaction, I kissed her soft hair and fell asleep soon after.

such a nice story but would be more amazing if u have fucked her in burkha

Nice story