The Seduction Of Aisha

It was a warm summer afternoon and Aisha was out and about soliciting donations for the new mosque that was recently built in the area.  She had immigrated to America from Bangladesh only a few months earlier and was eager to share her Muslim faith in the community.  Having led a very sheltered life, Aisha was a bit wary of Americans after all that she heard from her family, especially white males.  She had heard that they were perverted and always looking to take advantage of young women.  But during the time she had visited various neighborhoods, Aisha never encountered any racism or hatred...
 
As Aisha walked up to the last house on her list, she could see a small silver convertible sitting in the garage with its top off.  It reminded her of a neighbors sports car from back home, shiny and begging to be driven.  Aisha rang the door bell and got no answer.  She hit the button again and was just about to walk away as the door slowly opened.  A white man wearing shorts and a form fitting t-shirt emerged from inside and smiled softly as he said hello.  Aisha couldn't help but notice how attractive he was as she explained her reason for being there.  The man looked up and down Aisha's body and seemed to be paying more attention to her burqa then what she was saying about the new mosque.  He introduced himself as Michael and asked her to come inside the house since it was so warm outside.  Aisha hesitated for a moment, since she was warned not to enter anyone's house while soliciting donations.  But this man seemed gentle and innocent enough, so she slowly walked into the house...
 
The decor inside was mild and understated as Aisha glanced around the living room.  Michael went into the kitchen and began to pour 2 glasses of cold water.  He returned and handed a glass to Aisha as he continued to stare at the burqa.  "So what exactly are you selling anyway?" Michael inquired.  Aisha began to explain that a new mosque had been constructed in the area and the members were trying to raise money for a separate childrens center.  After a few minutes of conversation, Michael asked "would you like a tour of the house? I need to go upstairs anyway to get my checkbook, so I thought I'd show you the rest of my place."  Aisha felt uneasy about the idea of going upstairs in this strange man's house, but he seemed nice enough and he was about to make a donation, so she agreed...  
As they walked up the stairs, Aisha noticed pictures along the wall of Michael and his son, and it made her feel a bit more comfortable since he appeared to be the doting father of a beautiful little boy.  They continued their brief tour and then walked into the master bedroom.  Aisha looked around and admired the large walk in closet, full of contemporary clothes that were meticulously organized by color and style.  She thought it rather odd that a middle aged man would be wearing clothes for teens half his age.  But then again, he was rather young and fit looking, so she didn't pay it any mind.  Just as Aisha came out of the bathroom, Michael closed the bedroom door and locked it behind him.  "What are you doing?" asked Aisha, sensing something sinister was going on.  Michael slowly walked towards her and asked "do you really think I was going to give you a donation?"  Aisha began to move away from Michael and soon was in the corner.  She pleaded with him to let her go, but to no avail.  He moved closer and soon was a mere inches away from Aisha as she began to push him back.  Michael grabbed both of her arms and pushed back against the wall.  "There's no need to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you", Michael whispered.  His hands slowly released their grip and Aisha asked "why won't you let me go? What do you want from me?" 

Michael began to touch Aisha's face, admiring its softness and warmth.  She pulled back and attempted to push his hands away.  He continued and soon his hands were cupping her firm breasts.  Aisha resisted and broke free briefly and ran to the bedroom door. She struggled to unlock it and just as she opened it, Michael was behind her and closed it abruptly.  He grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.  Aisha began to sit up and was about to stand, when Michael positioned himself in front of her, standing above her.  He began to take off his clothes and Aisha yelled "what the hell are you doing!"  She tried to stand up, but Michael pushed her back down on the bed.  As she struggled to move off the bed, Aisha noticed that Michael was now naked and his penis was standing erect.  It was the first time she had seen one up close and in person, and now that she was face to face with a man's private parts, it left her paralyzed...  
Aisha looked up at Michael and pleaded with him to allow her to leave.  "Not before you give me what I want", Michael said sternly.  His words left Aisha stunned and a sense of dread quickly came over her.  Realizing the severity of her predicament, Aisha asked "what is it that you want from me?"  Michael slowly moved in closer and stood over her with his throbbing **** just inches from her face.  Aisha looked at the strange fleshy rod that protruded from Michael's legs.  It was pink and had a mushroom shaped head, with a small hole that was leaking fluid.  She noticed below his penis were 2 swollen balls in their sack, dangling underneath.  Her mind went back to science class as a child and remembered that the ***** was stored in a man's balls, making her even more nervous as the thought of being impregnated by this strange man filled her imagination.  Aisha looked at Michael and said "I can't do this, I'm still a virgin".  He knelt down in front of her and said in a firm voice "you have no choice".  Soon he was moving his hard shaft towards her mouth and Aisha turned her head to avoid touching it.  Michael put his hand on her head to hold her still and pushed his **** against her lips.  Aisha closed her lips, holding her breath as she tried her best not to let his **** enter her mouth.  But she soon ran out of breath and as she opened her mouth, Michael quickly pushed his **** inside.  The warm flesh filled Aisha's small mouth and it made it difficult for her to breathe.  She gagged on the thick meat and tried desperately to move away.  Michael knelt down on the floor and gently held Aisha's face in his hands. He said “my dear Aisha, today is the day you will become a woman, and I will be your teacher”. She was left paralyzed by his tenderness and the burning sensation deep in her loins that this man stirred up. Michael stood back up and this time Aisha gently touched his penis, stroking it like a new pet. She admired the warmth and firmness emanating from the shaft as it began to throb in her hand. Aisha slowly took it in her mouth, inch by inch, then softly kissed the spongy cockhead. She moved her other hand to Michael's nutsack and fondled them as she looked up at him while she sat on the edge of the bed. Aisha soon felt a sense of pride as she realized how much this strange man was enjoying her mouth. Michael then put both his hands on the back of her head and began to slide his **** in and out of Aisha's mouth as her hands fell to the floor.  Her hijab kept slipping and Michael, enjoying the idea of violating a muslim virgin, pulled it up gently to allow Aisha her dignity.  After a few minutes of discomfort, she began to relax and soon was able to take most of it deep into her throat.  Michael moaned with pleasure as she sucked eagerly like a hungry baby in need of milk.  She felt a strange sensation between her legs as she continued to devour Michael's ****.  Her ***** was becoming wet and her mind was spinning as the situation grew more out of control.  Michael's **** began to twitch as he was nearing his climax, with Aisha beginning to deep throat him furiously.  With his **** firmly planted all the way in Aisha's mouth, Michael groaned loudly as he felt a powerful ****** overtake him.  Aisha could feel the **** swell in her mouth and before she knew what was happening, thick streams of hot *** flooded her throat.  She tried to pull away, but Michael held her in place and emptied his balls completely in her mouth.  Aisha had no choice but to swallow his thick load, and after gagging at first was able to take all of his juices down into her belly. She then looked up at Michael, his face flushed with pleasure and licked her lips of the remaining *****.

Michael regained his senses and thanked Aisha for such a perfect *******.  She tried to get off the bed, but Michael grabbed her arm and said "I'm not done with you".  He pulled her up to her feet and began to remove the burqa.  Aisha protested, saying "no man is allowed to see me naked, except my future husband".  Michael paid her no mind as he began to take the burqa off.  Aisha tried to resist, but was not strong enough to prevent him from removing the garment.  She stood before Michael with only her bra and panties on, nervous and yet excited about what he planned to do next.  He started to remove the clasp from the bra, and Aisha tried to move away in an attempt to retain what was left of her dignity.  Michael pushed her onto the bed and held her down then removed the bra and panties.  Aisha yelled and kicked as her clothing was taken from her.  Michael positioned himself on top of her and started to kiss around her neck and face, taking his time as he explored this new flesh.  Aisha continued to protest, but soon realized that Michael wasn't going to be denied.  She lay there and watched as this strange man gently kissed her breasts and touched her belly softly like a child.  It produced feelings of lust inside her for the first time and there was nothing to compare it to.  Her body felt like it was on fire, as Michael's lips and tongue caressed every inch of her delicate frame.  He nibbled on her erect nipples and flicked his tongue back and forth, causing her to moan with pleasure. It seemed like an eternity as this stranger's hands and mouth explored Aisha's tender flesh, when suddenly she felt her legs being spread open.  She resisted at first out of instinct, but soon gave in to her desires and granted Michael access to her burning loins.  He was gentle and paid attention to every inch of her ***** as his tongue tasted the juices that flowed from her sweet love hole.  Aisha squirmed on the sheets as waves of pleasure washed over her like a summer rainstorm.  Michael began rhythmically licking and sucking at her swollen clitoris and after a few minutes of this erotic tempo, Aisha's body began to shudder and suddenly she experienced her first ******.  She moaned and writhed on the bed as every fiber in her being quivered and convulsed with pleasure.  After a few moments Aisha composed herself and noticed Michael kneeling on the bed in front of her with his **** now fully erect again...

Aisha had heard her friends talk about sex when she lived in Bangladesh and had seen a few erotic photos online, but now that it was happening she was overwhelmed with fear and a guilty sense of excitement.  Michael lowered himself down upon Aisha and began to kiss her gently on the lips and face.  His stiff **** rubbed back and forth against her wet slit as her body instinctively moved in rhythm with his.   Aisha whispered "You shouldn't do this, I'm still a virgin" as the spongy cockhead poked against the opening of her vagina. Michael continued to massage her clitoris with his manhood and then asked her if she wanted him to stop.  Aisha said “I am supposed to remain a virgin until I get married, what will my husband say if he finds out a white man took my cherry?” Michael resumed stroking his swollen member against her moist ***** lips, massaging her clitoris slowly as he would stop for just a second to gaze into Aisha's warm brown eyes. He said “I certainly won't force you to do anything you don't want to do”. Aisha did not say anything but moaned softly as her body betrayed her better judgment. Instead of pushing Michael away, she gently grabbed is pulsing **** and guided it to the opening of her *****.  Michael looked down at Aisha then kissed her softly and whispered “I need to be inside you”. Aisha stared into Michael's eyes and slowly pulled his throbbing **** into her dripping hole.  He kissed her gently as his member broke through the thin hymen, causing Aisha to whimper as a sharp pain coarsed through her body.  Michael stopped moving and began to kiss her neck and face, in an attempt to soothe her frayed nerves and body.  She soon relaxed and Michael continued sliding more of his hard **** inside her tight hole.  Aisha wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him passionately as her body adjusted to the invading flesh inside her.   Just as Aisha was becoming used to this new sensation, Michael pulled out of her and flipped on her onto her stomach. He smacked her plump *** cheeks and then propped up her legs so that Aisha was on all fours.  She turned around to look at Michael, unsure and scared of what he was about to do next.  He slowly pushed his hard **** into her wet slit and began to stroke it gently. Within minutes Michael increased his pace and soon was pounding Aisha's tiny ***** with reckless abandon.  He smacked her *** cheeks over and over as she squealed with delight, taking every inch of his manhood deep in her womb.  Sensing that she was losing her breath, Michael slowed down and lay back on the bed.  He pulled Aisha on top of him and kissed her passionately, rubbing his member against her dripping ******.  She sat down on the stiff **** and began to slowly ride him up and down to a steady rhythm.   Michael reached up to kiss her ripe young breasts, then began sucking them furiously as he gripped her firm *** cheeks while she bounced up and down.  Soon Aisha began to feel another ****** building and increased her pace on the **** impaling her below. Michael bucked his hips against hers in an attempt to intensify the sensation and suddenly Aisha cried out in ecstasy and the ****** hit her like a tidal wave against the rocks.  She gripped Michael's shoulders and held him tight as the feeling slowly subsided.  They lay still on the bed, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily, the only sound being the low hum of the ceiling fan above them...

Michael rose up from the bed and went into the bathroom.  He came back out with a small container in his hand and Aisha asked what he was doing.  "I'm about to **** your ***" he said matter of factly.  Her heart dropped as the words sank into her consciousness.   Michael poured a small amount of flavored lubricant in his hand then began to rub Aisha's *** cheeks gently.  She said "you can't do such a thing, it's forbidden in our religion".  Michael smiled and whispered "it's ok, I'm not a muslim". Aisha met his eyes and could not bring herself to say no to this man's advances.  He continued to massage her round globes of flesh and then slipped a finger into Aisha's *******.  She moaned and flinched as Michael slowly stroked her virginal *******.  Aisha soon relaxed and began to give in to the overwhelming feeling of lust permeating through her flesh. Just as Aisha became accustomed to having a finger probe her tender ***, Michael pulled her to the edge of the bed and turned her over. He positioned himself on top of Aisha with his **** resting between her plump *** cheeks.  It slid back and forth in the crack, as Aisha moaned beneath Michael. “Please be gentle” Aisha whimpered.  Soon the bulbous cockhead began to poke at the entrance of Aisha's ******* and she squirmed beneath Michael, trying to get away. He held her steady and slowly pushed his hard **** into her virgin ***.  She let out a muffled cry as the head penetrated the opening to her *** and swallowed up another inch of his shaft.  Michael pulled Aisha up and soon she was on all fours with her plump *** spread wide, almost inviting his **** to invade her.  He continued to push more of his stiff meat into her *** and within moments had buried himself deep in her bowels.  Michael slowed down his pace, admiring such an erotic sight, this innocent young girl naked on the bed being ****** in the *** by a strange white man.  Michael stroked his **** back and forth, going as deep as he could inside Aisha's tight hole, savoring every inch of her virgin ***.  Aisha began to grab at the pillows as she took his throbbing meat balls deep. Michael sensed her discomfort and turned her on her side. He placed his cockhead at the entrance to her ******* and their eyes met as it slowly entered. Michael softly kissed her and began to rub her clitoris, maintaining a steady rhythm of long strokes in her tight ***. It wasn't long before he felt an ****** building, and with one final thrust of his stiff ****, he exploded deep inside her.  Michael let out a groan and gripped Aisha's *** cheeks firmly as his **** spasmed and squirted hot *** deep in her bowels.  She remained still, taking every drop of his sticky seed in her dirty hole.  She moaned softly as the **** suddenly popped out of her sore ***.  He then fell back off her and lay on the bed, gasping for breath.  Aisha turned over to stare at the ceiling, half ashamed for letting this strange white man violate all of her sacred holes and yet proud of herself for pleasing him in the most intimate way. She was torn between wanting to flee his bedroom and the desire for more of the exquisite pleasure he provided...

Michael regained his composure and turned to face Aisha as she pulled the covers over her naked flesh.  "Thank you Aisha" he said, then smiled and gently kissed her face all over.  They held each other close, lost in the moment and enjoyed the afterglow of an unexpectedly erotic afternoon...
QuietStorm1970 QuietStorm1970
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2 Responses May 12, 2012

If this is a true story, you are great. I hope she did get your cheque for donation as she deserved one.

Me too