Murtaza: Monster, Master or Mentor?

Part 2

Nearly a fortnight after that, one afternoon when I was coming back after visiting a friend I saw Murtaza near the elevator. There was no one around. He caught hold of me and pulled me behind the elevator shaft. On the ground floor just behind the elevator shaft there was a large room used by the CPWD for storing maintenance material. Hardly anyone went there, except the PWD maintenance crews and that too very infrequently. The lock was rusted and could be opened just by pulling. He did that, pulled open the door and hustled me in.

I hardly got any time to protest or resist him. The room was dusty and filled with all kinds of building material. That did not prevent him from pulling me into his arms and pawing me all over while kissing me roughly. Having not only submitted to him before but relished it too, I could not prevent him or protest. I had been wondering if he would try and take me again and where. Once again, he appeared to have it all planned out.

I was wearing jeans and a printed front-line shirt. He unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my black bra. My breasts fell out and he pounced on them kissing and biting. He tongued my nipples. Cupped my breasts with his palm while pinching the dark brown nipples. I was confused and turned on as well. Torn between a sense of female modesty and a rising wave of desire I chose the easy way out--doing nothing. Encouraged by my passivity and tacit consent, he unzipped his pants and showed me his manhood.

I saw it for the first time. When he had forced himself on me in the dining room on the previous occasion, I had only felt him entering me. Now I was seeing it in its full glory. It was huge, thick and dark brown and long, with an enormous blunt head. I was shocked by its size. I wondered how it penetrated me. Seeing its magnificent proportions, I was surprised that I had not felt more excruciating pain the first time when he invaded my body.

When he saw the amazement on my face, as I gazed at his monstrous manhood, he grinned from ear to ear and said, "It's a Muslim's shaft, a sword rearing up to sheath itself in Hindu girls, forcing them to scream and writhe with pain and pleasure. Come touch it feel how hard it is ("Arrey yeh to Mussalmaan ka hai. Tum Hindu ladkiyyon ke undar jaise talwaar jata hai mayaan mein, waise hi gussaega. Aur tum log chatpatawogi dard se aur maaza bhi ayega khub. Thoda chu ke to dekho.")

He caught hold of my hand and put it on his huge shaft. It was rock- hard and throbbed in my hand. He forced my fingers over his thickness. I reluctantly wrapped my fingers around it. As he made me stroke him, he came back to my naked breasts kissing, sucking and biting. His other hand was kneading my buttocks. I felt so hot, and my knees felt quite weak.

Then he unbuttoned my jeans, pulling it down over my hips. He pushed down my black panties and his hand was on my naked bum patting, cupping them and slapping them. He explored the firm roundness of my buttocks. He took his time to caress my bum while slowly inserting the tip his finger in my now moist hole from behind. All this while his demanding lips were roaming all over my breasts sucking and nibbling.

I was hot and flushed. My body was tense with desire now. Wave after wave of pleasure swept my body as he toyed and played with it. I did not realize that I was still holding his thick, hard, erect manhood in my hand. My fingers had gripped his shaft very hard as my own excitement mounted. I felt him throb and jerk in my fingers. He was overcome with intense desire.

Eager now to possess me. Inflamed with passion he turned me around with my back to him. Putting his hand on my shoulder he made me bend down a bit saying " Just bend down a bit. I am going to mount you from behind. Now that you are my bitch. ("Thodi jhuk ja. Peeche se chadhunga tum par. Tu jo meri kutiya ban gayi hai.") Then he grasped my hips and closed in from behind.

I felt him, moist, hot, huge and hard at the entrance to my womanhood. He thrust; I gasped. I felt his enormous bulbous dickhead surging into me. This time there was only a twinge of pain. He was dilating my moist eager secret passage with his huge knob. I arched my back with pleasure pushing back my buttocks. His circumcised Muslim dickhead surged in, opening me up. I felt him sheath his knob in me. It felt so huge as it knotted me inside. He was thrusting madly into me.

I was grinding back against him. We were both caught in a frenzy of passion. I did not realize I could be so shameless and unrestrained, welcoming his manhood to penetrate me. My body was a willing participant in this defilement. Now that he saw that I was enjoying the coupling he reached up front and pulled my head up by the hair. His other hand went around me to squeeze and worry my breasts.

Head thrown back, I was panting like a bitch in the heat, and he was delighted by my responding to his passion with equal vigor. He had buried his shaft up to the hilt in me. I could feel his hairy groin grinding against my bum cheeks. We writhed and panted together for a long time. My sweat flowing down by back to mingle with his sweat pouring off him and running down both our legs. He was throbbing as he was thrusting relentlessly inside me.

My sheath was gripping his hardness, relaxing and then gripping again as my buttocks rotated. I had never felt such intense pleasure before. His shaft suddenly swelled inside me, and I shuddered and tensed and then both of us were overcome by an intense climax. He grunted and thrust into me hard and held on to my hips. I ground back my buttocks against him feeling him fill me with his hot scalding cum. I felt his hot cum splashing against the walls of my cunt as I milked his cum with the sheath he had so fiercely entered.

My knees felt weak, but Murtaza kept holding my hips still buried deep inside me not letting me fall down. We stood there like that for quite some time before separating. Completely spent we were both breathing heavily. I felt his warm cum dripping down my inner thighs. He kissed me tenderly and I kissed him back with a newly awakened passion.

After regaining our breath, we quickly wiped ourselves with his handkerchief and buttoned ourselves up. He told me that he would call me on my mobile when he wanted to fuck me, and we could meet here in that room when the coast was clear. I agreed because I was now so infatuated with him that I would do anything to have his huge hardness inside me again.

We crept out of that room carefully so that no one would see us. I knew I was now completely enthralled by Murtaza. But that did not prevent me from being sensible. I was lucky I had not got pregnant from the first time's sex nor this times. I did not want to tempt fate. So, I started taking the pill soon afterwards, knowing he would enjoy me again and I would not be able to refuse him, rather I was looking forward to his remorseless pounding. I had become in the true sense, Murtaza's shameless Hindu bitch.

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