The New Pakistani neighbour

The house next door had been empty for nearly seven months, and now there was a sold sign. As she parked in her driveway, Jayne wondered who bought it. There had been so many people coming to see it, she thought.

Jayne was 35 years married with a child she had lived in the area most of her life, she was 5 foot 6 tall with a full figure and big round breasts that sat proudly on her chest her waist wasn't slim as it had been in her younger days but she had a lovely round bottom that her husband and lovers had told her they wanted to fuck till the cows came home.

Her pussy had the most sensitive clit in the world, and it seems to have a radar system of its own built-in. It was never wrong whenever it tingled in a particular way, she would look around at the people and would tingle even harder if she could see the person. Even if they had rounded away by the time she saw them, men or women. It was her clit's way of telling her they had just had lustful thoughts about her or wanted her, and it had never been wrong.

Two weeks after the sold sign went up, the moving trucks arrived, and they were moving in. A young Pakistani man was standing next door, telling the delivery men where the things were to go in the house. The trucks kept coming all day, and around 7ish in the evening, another car pulled into the drive as she was about to nip to the shops. She watched three kids and a woman get out of the car and enter the house.

On her way to the shops, she thought that the family wouldn't have had any food in the new home, they may not have had a chance to do any shopping or prepare food for the evening, and what sort of neighbour would she be if she didn't welcome them. She ordered pizzas, did her shopping, and headed for the pizza shop. Then, on her way home, she dropped one pizza off with her husband and said she was taking the other next door for the new neighbours.

She rang the bell and waited. The lady of the house opened the door and was dressed in traditional Pakistani clothing, but wearing a hijab and niqab( a headscarf and veil). Jayne said

"Hello, my name is Jayne. I live next door and saw you and your family arriving so late. I thought it must have been a long, hard day since you moved in, and you may not be in the mood to do any cooking, so I thought pizza might help. Is vegetarian ok?"

Nasreen smiled behind her veil as she looked at Jayne.

"Hello, I'm Nasreen. Thank you; that is such a nice thought. Would you like to come in?"

As Jayne walked past the woman, her clit tingled, I know that tingle, Jayne told herself, talking to her clit," Will you behave, I know it has been a while, but have you seen her she is such a pious woman of faith." As Nasreen led the way, Jayne couldn't help but look at her bottom and thought how she would love to get my tongue in between these round, firm cheeks. They went into the kitchen and Nasreen shouted to the kids and she said

"This is Jayne, she lives next door, and she has been so kind to bring pizza on our first day here, say thank you"

The kids thanked her, took their pizza, and returned to the lounge in front of the TV. Jayne said

" I haven't seen your husband this evening, he was here this morning with the movers"

Nasreen looked a little ashamed as she looked at Jayne.

"That wasn't my husband, that was my nephew. I am divorced, he is the only person from my old life that will even speak to me," and started to sob, and now felt even more ashamed of herself for just blurting that out in front of a stranger she had only known for 5 minutes. Jayne, being the person she was, rushed to the other side of the breakfast bar from where she had been sitting, put her arm around her shoulder, hugged her, and said.

"Hey hey, it is ok if you need to cry and let it out, it's ok"

"No, no, Miss Jayne. I need to stop crying. It has been five years since he left us, and I must stop this. He has his new life, and I need to be strong for my children now," Nasreen told her.

Nasreen couldn't believe she was telling Jayne about her life like this. Maybe it was because she had been the first adult person who had spoken to her. Her family and friends had shunned her because of the stupid Pakistani culture and saw her as a damaged good and fallen woman when it was he who had the affair and had left her and the kids. Jayne whispered

"Come and sit down, I'll hold you as long as you want and you let it all out, us girls have to stick together against these bloody men"

Trying to comfort her, Nasreen asked.

"Are you married?"

"Yes, I am, but these men are still a pain in the neck."

This made Nasreen giggle. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled, laughed, or giggled, and this young woman, whom she had only met 10-15 minutes ago, had made her smile and giggle even after she had made a fool of herself.

She got up to blow her nose, removed her niqab (veil), and turned. Jayne saw her tears, and she couldn't help but get up, get another tissue, and wipe her tears. Nasreen froze, no one had ever touched her face with such care and tenderness, and her breathing became a little heavy and laboured, what was happening to her?

She thought as Jayne held Nasreen's face with her other hand, and time seemed to stand still for them both. When Jayne looked at Nasreen, really looked at her; she saw the sadness and loneliness in her beautiful eyes. Nasreen was older than Jayne, Nasreen was breathtakingly stunning. She knew that if men could see her without her niqab, they would be breaking down doors to date her. Meanwhile, Nasreen was stunned in shock.

Why was she not pushing her hand away? She was not her husband, not that she had one anymore. Why was this young, beautiful white woman touching her face with such affection and why were nipples getting hard? This was haram (sinful), but neither woman realized it was happening as they leaned into each other.

Jayne kissed Nasreen and their body and mouths were on autopilot. She kissed Jayne back, and she could feel Nasreen's mature large breast push against her. Jayne and Nasreen's bodies were on fire. Nasreen quickly came to her senses and pushed Jayne away, looked away in shame, and said

"I think you should leave this is wrong." Jayne was going to say something, but thought it was best she kept those words to herself and instead agreed with Nasreen and said.

"I'm sorry I don't know what came over me and I'm so sorry bye"

Jayne went home and told her husband about the new neighbours, and who would be living there. She kept the kiss to herself because she knew what he would say: "Didn't you think the woman is Muslim? It's not something they do." She tried not to think about it all that evening, pushing it out of her mind.

Later that evening, after her husband had fallen asleep, she lay there thinking about Nasreen and how beautiful she was. She hated the fact that she may have already spoiled things between them. Did she misread the moment? It felt so special. Little did Jayne know that Nasreen was thinking about the same thing. Nasreen thought about how she felt comforted by Jayne and that kiss, as she thought about when she was kissing her.

Why did she kiss her back, she closed her eyes and relived how it felt and noticed her breathing was getting faster and laboured. She could feel her nipples harder than they had ever been, pushing against her T-shirt. She had the strangest feeling and found her hands reaching for breasts and taking nipples in her fingers, and it felt so good that a low moan escaped her lips Nasreen found herself thinking how it would feel to have Jayne on them and pulling them with her teeth.

This scared her, and she pulled her hands away, turned on her side, and told herself, " Stop this, you are a Muslim woman, and good Muslim women don't do this sort of thing. You have to stay away from her, she is the white devil that is leading you away from your faith." As she turned on her side. Nasreen was horny and unable to sleep and Jayne was riddled with guilt and couldn't sleep either.

Unluckily for Nasreen, her body was on fire; she had never felt like this ever in her life, not even with her husband. Her nipples were still hard as pebbles trying to burst out they aching in a way she had not felt before it was a yearning to be touched and pussy had got moist when she had been touching it and playing with her nipple but she resisted it was a lot later she fell asleep.

The weekend flew by, and neither woman saw the other. With the moving and the kids, Nasreen was too tired to think of anything. There was the odd moment when things slowed down or stopped for a break. Her mind would drift back, but it never got very far because someone constantly called and reminded her that something needed doing or help.

Monday morning, they were dropping off the kids, and Jayne wouldn't have known it was Nasreen if she hadn't seen her let go of her little boy's hand as he ran into the school as she was wearing a burqa Jayne walked up behind her and caught up before she got to the car and called out her name. She stopped. Nasreen didn't want to pretend she hadn't heard her, so she turned and said,

"Goodmorning Jayne"

"Morning, Nasreen. We need to talk. I am so sorry, and I didn't mean to disrespect you or your faith. I should have thought more before I did that. I am so sorry. Can I buy you coffee, please, in a quiet coffee shop? I know no one will be in there at this time of the morning, or I will never forgive myself for spoiling something, maybe a good friendship, as we will be living next to each other."

Jayne asked.

Nasreen thought it would be good to clear the air. Maybe it was a mistake on Jayne's part and she just wanted to set things right. She looked at Jayne and said.

" Yeah sure, but we can't go to a coffee shop because I have never let another man see my face other than my ex-husband or close family, and to drink coffee I would need to remove the niqab of my burqa to drink the coffee,"

Jayne thought for a moment, and said.

"Okay, I know just the place. We can go for coffee, and you will not be seen. I promise if you follow me in your car, I'll get the coffee, and then we can go somewhere we can be alone."

Nasreen followed Jayne's car to the coffee shop and then followed as she drove out of town and down a quiet country lane, It took about 10 minutes and Jayne pulled into a layby near a gate Jayne got and signalled for Nareen to get out and looked from side to side as if she was looking to see where they were going. Jayne said.

"This way Nasreen''

Pushing the gate open Nasreen followed a little worried about where she was taking her, but as they walked through a few trees and saw the incredible view of their town she couldn't believe how good it looked as they sat down and for a moment as they both took in view without a word. It was Jayne who spoke first and said.

" Your coffee, Nasreen"

Nasreen lifted the front of the niqab, a bit of the Burqa over her head, to take a sip of her coffee, and now Jayne was lost looking at her beautiful face till Nasreen said.

"A Beautiful spot Jayne"

"Yes,''

Replied Jayne in a whisper, not quite knowing what she was saying. Nasreen looked at Jayne. She had that same look on her face and eyes, making Nasreen blush. Again, Nasreen felt that flame again and got moist down there again. She bit her lower lip, and Jayne smiled. She liked the way she bit her lip. It was so hot. Nasreen, in a slightly louder voice, said.

" Lovely view here Jayne"

" Yes, yes, sorry I was in a world of my own."

Jayne told Nasreen the two women sat there enjoying the view, talking about their lives, making small talk, and enjoying each other's company. When Nasreen couldn't avoid it any longer, she told herself to leave it alone. Even when her inner voice kept screaming, "Don't say it, leave it alone!" she had to know, she asked.

"Jayne, why did you touch, hug, and kiss someone who was not your husband and was a woman? It is so wrong".

As she said, kiss, she felt the area in her crotch get a little wetter and thought, what the hell? Jayne went quiet for a moment, looked at Nasreen, and said,

"Do you want the whole truth"?

Nasreen gulped and said.

"Yes"

Jayne asked again.

" You sure and promise not to get upset with me. I am really getting to like you, and I think we could be great friends if we get past this."

Nasreen looked Jayne in the eyes and told her.

" I'm sure and I promise not to get upset and I will still be your neighbour and friend"

Jayne took a deep breath and spoke.

" At first, when I hugged you, that was just me consoling someone who was upset as I would have done with any of my friends who were upset. I would be there for you when you needed to talk or just hug you to say you will be ok and will get over it ''

Each time Jayne said "hug," she remembered how good and comforting it felt. Her body went through a hot flush, and her breathing became heavier. Jayne continued, "When you got up to blow your nose and wipe your tears, I wasn't thinking anything more. My friend needed to help me feel better." When I saw your eyes and smile, I was lost in them, and at that moment, you had the most beautiful face of any woman I have seen.

Nasreen interrupted,

" You mean it was my fault for letting you see my face?"

"No, no, that is not what I meant. If I remember correctly, you kissed me back, and it was beautiful how we came together. It felt like the right thing to do."

Jayne noticed Nasreen blushing, and even as she tried, a small moan escaped her lips. Jayne said.

"See you did enjoy it."

Nasreen felt like she was being accused of behaving like some sort of a Muslim slut. Standing up, she said.

"If you're going to be slut I am leaving."

And started to walk to storm off, Jayne jumped and chased Nasreen shouting for her to stop. Jayne caught up to Nasreen, grabbed her, turned her around, saw her crying, and asked her.

"Why are you crying?"

Nasreen just shook her head, looking at the ground. Jayne said,

"Tell me why Nasreen.''

Her words seem sincere, Nasreen said, still looking at the ground.

" One, you tell me I am beautiful to soften me up like I don't know I am a fat ugly old woman way past my prime and it's my fault that I sinned kissing a woman."

Jayne took Nasreen by her shoulders, turned her around to face her, lifted her head up by her chin, and wiped her tears with the same love and care as she had done in Nasreen's kitchen. Looking into her eyes, Jayne told her.

" No, it wasn't your fault for our kiss. Look at me. I am not just saying you are beautiful to make you feel better; I mean it. You have the most beautiful brown eyes. I find myself getting lost in them every time I look at them. Your lips are full and draw at my soul, and all I want is to kiss you. You make me feel special just to be in your company."

Nasreen couldn't believe that someone saw her this way and she found herself wishing that Jayne would kiss her again. Jayne made her feel special and wanted, and she looked at Jayne motionless and breathed faster. Jayne said worriedly.

"Nasreen say something, say anything please mmmmmm?"

Nasreen did something she would never have dreamt she would do. She took Jayne's face in her hands and kissed her as she had never kissed anyone, not even her ex-husband. Nasreen could not help but pour all her passion and desire into her kiss, Jayne was taken back for a moment as it had been a while since she felt this sort of passion and lust, but just as quickly Nasreen pushed her back, saying.

" NO NO we can't we shouldn't do this it is haram(sinful)".

Jayne understood the conflict Nasreen felt as she spent her weekend reading about Muslims. The fire that Nasreen had in her. Jayne knew she needed to quench it and Jayne pushed her back and kissed Nasreen she didn't push her off and Jayne's hand began to caress Nasreen's large breasts over her burqa she could feel Nasreen's nipples were hard as small pebbles and when she squeezed and pulled on them through her burqa and bra Nasreen moaned into Jayne's mouth as they kissed. Jayne started kissing Nasreen's face and could hear Nasreen moaning.

" Jayne oh Jayne don't stop more moreeeeeeeeee"

This encouraged Jayne and she squeezed even harder. Nasreen opened her mouth to scream in pain, but it became a cross between pain and a tremendous amount of pleasure and she didn't try to move Jayne's hand away. Jayne became braver and started to pull up her burqa. Then, she found Nasreen was wearing leggings under her burqa and put her hand into them. Nasreen grabbed Jayne's hand and said.

" No, you can't touch there. Nobody has touched me there, it is wrong"

Jayne took hold of both of Nasreen's hands and lifted them above her head. Nasreen knew this was wrong, but it felt so good that she couldn't fight Jayne. She found herself giving herself to Jayne no one had ever made her feel like this, no one had ever touched her down there not even her husband he would put his thing there, and as soon as he cum he would roll over and she had never felt anything like this.

So many things were going through her head but at this moment there was only Jayne's amazing touch and as she felt Jayne's fingers slip over what she would find out was her clit everything seemed to explode her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The pleasure was like the most enormous fireworks rockets going off. She saw stars in the darkness of her bliss and she was about to scream out louder than ever before, Jayne covered her mouth with a kiss muffling her scream and for a moment, she just blacked out.

With her legs buckling under her Jayne held Nasreen up and now kissed her neck with her fingers right on Nasreen's clit bringing Nasreen back to what was happening. She found herself wanting to tell this young woman to stop it over her heavy breathing and moaning, she opened her mouth to ask her to stop.

" Jayne, don't stop"

She couldn't believe she had just said that, the shock of hearing herself saying it out loud. What had Jayne just done to her, how could her touch do this to her, and found Jayne's kisses driving her passion, and she was also kissing her back and didn't want her to stop either. She knew it was wrong but she was lost in her lust.

Right now her lust was in control of her body and mind and she knew she wanted it, she needed it and she wanted Jayne. Jayne didn't say a word, she was lost in her lust for this beautiful, sexy Muslim woman. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy like a waterfall and pulled her fingers out which made Nasreen moan in disappointment but Jayne was testing her she could see her submissiveness as Nasreen had not once tried to free her hands from above her head where Jayne was still holding them.

Jayne looked Nasreen in the eye and sucked on one of her fingers clean off Nasreen's juices and moaned her pleasure at the taste of her juices even though she had to admit it was the best pussy juice she had ever tasted. If she had known Pakistani pussy tasted this good she would have tried it on with a Pakistani woman a long time ago. Without breaking eye contact, Jayne moved her fingers to Nasreen's lips and told her.

" If you want me to carry on, clean your juices off my finger"

Nasreen shook her head to say no. Jayne told her in a more stern tone.

"Clean it."

Nasreen looked at Jayne now her eye pupils were dilated so large as if locked into a hypnotic state, and opened her mouth like a good submissive slut as soon as Jayne put her finger into Nasreen's mouth, she closed her lips around her fingers, making a seal, round it, wrapped her mouth around Jayne's finger and licked her own juices and surprised at how good it tasted to her in state of lust and submission she was sucking the juices off it as if it was small cock, not that she had even sucked a cock being a good Muslim woman. Here she was doing the most unbelievable haram (sinful) things with this woman.

She knew she shouldn't but Nasreen needed Jayne to finish what she started and she showed Jayne what she was willing to do to get that release her body and mind were craving. Jayne felt her control over Nasreen and released Nasreen's hands and let her right-hand drop and start to play with Nasreen's clit she moaned out loud with the sheer pleasure of Jayne's fingers now pulling on Nasreen's labia and Jayne's finger had slipped into Nasreen and Jayne was sensing her dominance over Nasreen and grabbed her chin and said in a very stern voice.

" If you want me to give you the pleasure you crave, you will not stop my finger, do you understand?"

Nasreen looked very innocent and quietly replied.

" Yes"

Nasreen took hold of Jayne's hand in both hands and brought it to her as she placed it into her mouth. While Jayne held still and said.

" Pardon?"

Without a second thought, Nasreen said.

" Yes, my white infidel Mistress"

This reply turned Jayne on. She was submitting to her, of her own free will. Nasreen thought, "Did I just call her my Mistress?" The more it went through her head, the more she liked the idea. This came from a lifetime of being subservient to her parents, her older siblings, and her husband. It came naturally to her, and she felt in her place saying it. It was right, but it was the fact that she was saying this to a woman that troubled her, Jayne told her.

" That's right my Pakistani slut your mine now"

Nasreen didn't like being called a Pakistani Slut. Still, it made her suck on Mistress Jayne's fingers harder. At the same time making her pussy pulse hearing such disgusting words, right now she didn't care as Jayne slipped two fingers in so quickly and started to finger fuck her pussy and causing lots of little orgasms until Jayne felt Nasreen shake from her head to her toes. Then Nasreen's whole body stiffened, and she babbled as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Nasreen had never felt anything like this. She didn't know what was happening other than it was good, so good. Jayne knew just where Nasreen was and how close she was and she fucked harder and faster and then it happened Nasreen was now screaming.

" Yes, Yes, aaaahhhhhhh Yes please don't stop Mistress please you white she-devil don't stop."

There was no way she was going to either. Nasreen's legs shook, and the whole body bucked like a wild bronco. Then she came so hard she squirted in her leggings, she would have been ashamed if she knew what was happening. Still, she was lost in her own sweeping wave after wave of pleasure spreading across her body from her pussy to her curled toes to the hairs standing on the head and her body tingled. Her legs had totally given away under her and Jayne had slowly lowered her onto the grass and was gently stroking her hair and face and kissing her tenderly while Nasreen was mumbling incoherently.

" Thank you, Mistress, thank you. I do not know what is happening, but thank you, what did you do to me, Mistress, what are we doing?"

Jayne just smiled at her and she was loving how she had made her cum so hard and was feeling a little down that she had missed that feeling and wished Nasreen had squirted on her face and in her mouth and as Nasreen started to come back around Jayne put her cum and squirt covered hand to her own lips and moaned in pleasure.

" mmmmmmmmmmmmm so nice you can now clean my hand my beautiful sexy Pakistani slut you have been waiting for a Mistress like me haven't you?"

Still, in a haze of after orgasm dazed Nasreen answered.

" Yes, my Gorey (white) Mistress Jayne."

Taking Jayne's hand and licking and sucking her fingers and the most surprising thing was she was waiting to be put off by the taste of her own juices but found she actually liked it and she could feel her juice starting to build in her pussy and then she realised her leggings were so wet it felt like she had pissed herself and look of shame covered face and she blushed and Jayne asked,

" You embarrassed licking your juices my Muslim slut?"

"No Mistress I am so sorry for pissing in my legging it's so shameful and childish that I feel ashamed"

Nasreen replied blushing and hiding her face behind Jayne's hand,

"You didn't piss yourself slut you just came so hard, you squirted, its called a female ejaculation, you must have needed it,"

Jayne told her.

"Mistress, can I tell you something?"

Asked Nasreen.

"Yes, anything no judgment here, Nasreen"

Her voice was tender and caring, which gave Nasreen the courage to tell her Mistress.

"I have never felt anything like that ever. What you called an orgasm I have known about them, but never experienced one till today and I have now had lots of smaller ones and that last one was something I don't even know what to call it but Mistress I want you to do something for you to make you feel as good as you have made me feel."

Jayne smiled and said.

"First we need to be heading home it's already lunchtime but there will be lots of time for that my horny Pakistani slut"

Nasreen got up and reached down for leggings to pull them up even though they were soaked, as she couldn't be naked under her burqa. Jayne grabbed her hand and stopped Nasreen from pulling them up because she wanted to push Nasreen. Know she had come down from her mind-blowing orgasm and was back to herself.

"Nasreen my Pakistani lesbian slut am I your Mistress and are you going to do as I tell you?"

Nasreen froze and thought about what was being asked of her and she thought I am not a lesbian and yes I was lost in my lust and called her Mistress but I am not her lesbian slut and I am going tell her so this is not happening again. Nasreen took a deep breath and readied herself to tell Jayne this could not happen again. She opened her mouth to tell Jayne.

" Yes, you are my Gorey (white) Mistress, and I will do what you tell me"

Nasreen thought, what the hell did I just do? The more she thought about it the more she wanted to be her horny Pakistani lesbian slut. Jayne told her.

"Take your leggings off and pull your Burqa down and you will drive home naked from the waist down. I am heading to my mum's and will see you soon."

Nasreen pulled them off and put her shoes back on pulling her burqa down and got in the car and drove back into town and went their separate ways and it was the horniest drive home ever for Nasreen.

Nasreen arrived home, and she was still feeling things she had never experienced before she found herself sitting in her driveway in her car. She could feel her juices seeping into the burqa and seat from her drive back home. She knew no one could see her legs under her burqa and she definitely knew no one could see through the car door, but it turned her on so much even with all the things covering her. She felt naked for her, she had such a need to touch herself the way Jayne had under those trees, she rushed into the house and shut the door she pulled her clothes off as she raced up the stairs and fell on her bed and was caressing her body and she started playing with her pussy the way Jayne had done. She closed her eyes and imagined her hands were Jayne's hands. She was stroking her clit, her mind was saying you shouldn't be doing this it is sinful to be playing with yourself. Still, her lust and horny state were overruling her head, and pushed to the back of her mind and she rubbed quicker and quicker until she could feel the orgasm building in her crotch and pussy was now dripping pussy juices. Even with her trying to push the thoughts of sinfulness to the back of her mind, they would keep coming back. Still, her need to orgasm was greater and to feel that ecstasy she felt earlier. She got closer and closer and found herself shouting.

" Make me cum Mistress please Mistress kiss your Pakistani slut Yes Mistress I am yours, Yes, Yes, Yessssssssssssssssssss."

As the orgasm tore through her body, making her shudder and sending her eyes into the back of her head, she blacked out for a few moments. She lay there thinking about what she had done to her in her bedroom and the field with Mistress Jayne.

" OMG I just called her Mistress while I was horny and now I'm not horny, is she really my Mistress?"

A few days after their coffee in the field had passed. Jayne had not been around to see Nasreen, and she started thinking, did she imagine it all, no, she couldn't have done it. She didn't want to believe it was a dream. She needed it again; she needed Jayne, the love, care, and lust she had felt, not to forget the most amazing orgasm. She didn't even know her body was capable of feeling those things and able to feel such amazing things. As she lay naked in bed and now this was something she had never done been totally naked in bed on her own caressing her large breasts and rolling and pulling on her nipples as Jayne had done, and her other hand stroking her clit and probing her virginal hole these were things that wouldn't have even crossed Nasreen's mind before meeting Jayne. She had so many haram (sinful) thoughts racing through her head. She wanted to feel Jayne's lips, taste Jayne's tongue in her mouth, and feel kisses on her neck. Again she drew closer to her orgasm her fingers now probing the inner flesh of her pussy faster and faster until her body shook from the building of the orgasm and found herself biting her lips to stifle her moans so as not to wake the kids moaning.

"Mistress, make me cum make me your sluttttttttttttttttttt." as her orgasm crashed through her body, leaving her limp and breathless until she fell asleep.

Nasreen pulled outside of the school and saw Jayne's car. Her heart skipped a beat. She was wearing an abaya with a hijab and a niqab. She straightened her hijab and ran her hand over her head as if she were straightening her hair. She took her boy into the school playground, and he ran to his friends. She looked around for Jayne when she heard her voice on her shoulder.

"Looking for me, my slut."

She hated being called a slut, yet it turned her on so much, she turned and looked at her sexy Mistress smiling at her with a wicked glint in her twinkling eyes.

"Hello, Jayne," she said. Jayne looked deep into her eyes, and her smile disappeared.

She said,

"Pardon?"

Which stunned Nasreen,

"You don't expect that in public, do you?"

She asked Jayne. Jayne turned and told her,

"Let's head home and we will talk."

And set off to her car. Nasreen followed excitedly but also very nervously, and she didn't seem very happy at me questioning her. As they drove, Nasreen worried about what would happen and hoped it would be more fun, like in the field. Little did she know that Jayne had ideas of her own. Once in their driveways, Jayne signals Nasreen with her hand to follow her into her house. Once through the door, Jayne turned to Nasreen and said.

"Firstly, there is only you and me here, so you need to remove your hijab and niqab."

Nasreen seemed stunned,

"I'm waiting!"

Said Jayne. Slowly she started to remove her niqab, her hands shaking and trembling. She didn't know if they were shaking because she was nervous at doing something sinful or because she was horny about what might happen once she had removed both items. She watched Jayne's eyes fill with lust as her face and long hair came into view, and once her jet black silky hair fell down her back almost down to her bum. Jayne couldn't help herself, stepping forward and taking Nasreen's face in her hands and kissing her with so much passion and lust, Nasreen's body came to life, her body was covered in goosebumps, her skin tingled, her brain spinning from Jayne's kiss feeling her tongue push past her teeth. Nasreen's tongue raced to meet Jayne's tongue as their tongues tangled in a mix of joy and lust. Then Jayne pulled away with both of them gasping and breathing heavily, eyes still closed, severing the release of the lust. Jayne took Nasreen's hand, sat her down on the couch, and told her to.

"Stay here, I will be back in a few minutes."

Nasreen watched as she walked up her stairs. Nasreen sat there, watching her disappear, her lust was growing. She had never felt so horny, her mind raced at the possibilities of what might happen, but none of her thoughts came close to what happened there was a click, click, click as the heels of Jayne's boots came into view first were the shiny boots as more and more of Jayne boots came in view they were thigh black leather glistening Nasreen gasped out loud her heart skipped a beat, next came her swaying hips in a thong which could only be described by Nasreen as pieces of strings with a slit in the tiny piece of cloth that should have covered her pussy openly showing off her wet pussy and labia with a sheen of moisture glimmering on them, around her waist was a something she had no idea what it was but it pulled her waist in and held her breasts up proud and pointed Jayne's nipples at Nasreen as if say here for you. Nasreen sat mouth open, unable to move just staring at Jayne; she had never seen anything so naughty, horny, and hot in her life. Jayne leaned over Nasreen hanging her nipples less than an inch from Nasreen's mouth, Nasreen was lost in her lust, so horny, and her mind was not thinking about her faith and the do's and don'ts of what she was about to do. It was all lust and bent her head forward to take Jayne's nipple into her mouth just as her lips touched Jayne's breast. Her tongue rushed past her teeth to make contact with Jayne's nipple, Jayne grabbed Nasreen by her hair and pulled back, snapping back and upward, and looked Nasreen in the eye and said:

"You don't get to enjoy my body while sitting here fully dressed while I show you all of myself."

Jayne made Nasreen stand up, without giving Nasreen a chance, she grabbed her abaya from the waist and pulled it over her head off her, Nasreen stood there stunned, feeling ashamed of herself for standing in what was in her mind and her faith naked in front of someone who was not her husband or family. Still, the feeling in her dripping wet pussy and the need to touch Jayne, and feel her hot sexy body with hands and mouth and taste the flesh that was overriding all the things she had been told were sinful as lust pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. At this moment, she wanted this, she needed this right, and little did Nasreen know that Jayne was having the same lustful thoughts about Nasreen's body, even if Jayne could only see Nasreen in her leggings and T-shirt she was wearing under her abaya. Jayne moved back, pulled out one of her dining chairs, sat down, leaving Nasreen standing in front of her couch, and opened her legs wide, letting Nasreen see her now even wetter than before. Nasreen fixed her dripping pussy. Jayne saw her effect on Nasreen and said.

" Nasreen, tell me, do you want more of what we did in the field?"

Nasreen "Yes,"

Jayne asked," Am I your Mistress?"

Nasreen "Yes"

Jayne "Pardon?"

Nasreen " Sorry, Yes Mistress"

Jayne told her.

" Now let me make something very clear. You will only ever address me as Mistress, and if in public, you will call me Miss Jayne. If anyone asks why, you call me Miss Jayne, you tell them because I have been helping you learn about getting around town. It is a private joke but you, and I will know it is because you are my hijabi slut, understand?"

Nasreen knew it was wrong to call anyone else Mistress as a Muslim woman, Master could only be her husband. She knew she shouldn't but her need for pleasure and lust was overriding her senses and she answered.

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

Jayne asked her last question,

" From here on you do everything I tell you, when I tell you, and without a question as quickly as humanly possible?"

Nasreen thought momentarily, but it scared her life out of her, and she couldn't bring herself to tell Jayne to go to hell. Instead of telling her to get lost she opened her mouth and said.

"Yes Mistress, I will be your hijabi slut."

Jayne smiled to herself, I've got her, she will be mine, to play with just the way I want to. With a wicked and a twinkle in her eye, Jayne told her.

" Strip!"

With shaking hands, Nasreen hooked her thumbs into leggings, pushed them down, pulled up her T-shirt, and stood in front of Jayne in just her boring mummy bra and cotton knickers. Jayne shook her head and said.

" This sort of underwear will not do, You are a beautiful, sexy, hijabi slut, and you never to wear that sort of underwear again, and when I said strip, that means everything I do not want to see just in your ugly underwear on your sexy hot body again slut."

Nasreen didn't like hearing Jayne say her underwear was ugly or being called slut. Still, it did turn her on being called a slut and sexy and hot as she unclipped her bra, her large breasts fell into viewing a slight sag but still stood out proud on her chest with her erect nipples pointing at Jayne and she loved how Jayne's eyes where devouring her. As she stuck her thumbs into knickers and pushed off and stepped out of them, she looked at Jayne who had spread her legs even wider and was holding her own breast in her hand and pulling her nipple while squeezing it hard while her other hand was on her pussy. She already had two fingers in her pussy fucking herself slowly with them. Nasreen felt her own pussy gush itself and her juices run down her thighs and went to step towards Jayne. Jayne looked up from Nasreen's pussy, and said.

"Stop!"

Jayne told her, Nasreen was confused before she could think about why she had been stopped.

" Sit on the floor there and open your legs nice and wide for me I want to see your beautiful pussy and where all that yummy juices came from."

Nasreen blushed and felt proud of her body for the first time in her life. This in itself was sin, but right now, she didn't care and stretched her legs as wide as she could and showed her glistening pussy dripping with juices, Jayne then told her.

" Now caress one breast and pull on your nipple at a time and use your other hand to spread those juicy cunt lips and show me your cunt."

Nasreen had never heard anyone use such crude words about her body but the bluntness of her words turned her on making her feel more like a woman than she had ever felt. She couldn't take her eyes off Jayne and how she was squeezing her nipples and pulling so hard on them. Nasreen did the same and gasped and moaned out loud and that just made Jayne fuck her own cunt harder, the harder Jayne fucked her pussy the more it turned Nasreen on. Now she was pulling her nipples so hard she was moaning with Jayne and Nasreen's juices were following so freely she could feel her juices making a pool under her bottom. All she was doing with her pussy was holding it open for Jayne, she could hear Jayne's fingers splashing in the juices of Jayne's pussy juices, Nasreen had this yearning in her body against all her teaching to be on her knees and to be tasting Jayne juices. As Jayne's fucking became faster and harder she told Nasreen.

" I want to see you fuck yourself with two fingers like me."

Nasreen didn't even hesitate for a moment and plunged two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, they slipped in so easily and quickly. They moaned out loud and it felt so good and so right and she heard Jayne say.

"That's my good sexy hijabi slut."

Nasreen moaned out loud again, partly from the words and partly from how good it felt doing this in front of Jayne and for Jayne. Both women staring at each almost fucking the life of their cunts. Jayne asked Nasreen.

" Tell me slut, do you want to taste your Mistress's cunt juices?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Nasreen quickly answered Nasreen,

"Beg me Slut."

Jayne growled in her horny state.

" Mistress, please may your sexy horny hijabi slut taste your pussy juices, please, My Mistress please pleassssssssse."

Begged Nasreen. Jayne knew hearing Nasreen begging so much, in need of her juices and in her own need to orgasm. Jayne then told Nasreen.

" You need to listen carefully I want you to get up and come and kneel in front of me between my legs I want your face only inches from my pussy but you are not to touch me, you must also keep fucking your slutty wet cunt and playing with your breasts and nipples understood?"

"Yes, Mistress thank you."

Replied Nasreen still slowly now fingering in her pussy got up and knelt between Jayne's open legs able to smell the erotic aroma coming from Jayne's pussy filling her senses and fucking her pussy harder Jayne asked again.

" You sure you want to taste your Mistress's juices?"

"Yes yes god Yes Mistress god forgive me for my sins I beg you Mistress please let me taste your pussy juices."

She couldn't believe she was saying these things, but it was what she wanted more than anything else. Jayne stood up over Nasreen and told her.

" Tilt your head back, open your mouth wide for your Mistress."

Nasreen waited for Jayne to lower her pussy to her open mouth when Jayne screamed and moaned out loud.

"I'm cummmmmminnnnnnng."

And the floodgates opened and Jayne's juices gushed out as Jayne shook and shuddered, she was squirting her juices into Nasreen's mouth and all over Nasreen's face and she could just about see through her half-closed eyes Nasreen was swallowing her juices as fast she could and finger fucking herself even harder and moaning loudly through drinking her juices and screamed so loud it filled the house. Nasreen squirted all over her floor just like she did in the field. Jayne so wanted to sit her dripping wet cunt down onto Nasreen's mouth this took every last bit of self-control not to and sat back down in her chair in front of Nasreen she looked at Nasreen's face covered in her juices with her wet face and hair and a look of total bliss. Nasreen was lost in the afterglow of her orgasm and it was like nothing she had ever felt before, with all of that she thought she was still missing something, she so wanted to feel her Mistress's pussy with her mouth and fingers. Jayne leaned over Nasreen licking her own juices off her face and kissed Nasreen, and a small moan left Nasreen's lips. Jayne knew that moan and asked,

" What's up my slut?"

"Mistress I really wanted to taste your pussy and breasts and nipples please may I?"

Begged Nasreen, Jayne told her.

" Not yet my hijabi slut"

"When Mistress?"

Asked Nasreen

"I will ask you again, are you sure you want to travel down this road? Before you answer, let me stop you. This road will lead you deeper into your submissive side. I can see that you are submissive, however, for you to prove your submission to me will not be easy, it will be rewarding and it will be tested. Fail in this, and it will all come to a halt. We will go back to only being friends but nothing sexual at all. So think about it before you answer".

Said Jayne to Nasreen.

Nasreen closed her eyes, thinking it was only a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime to Jayne. Then, Nasreen looked at Jayne and told her.

" Yes Mistress, I want you to turn me into the sort of slutty hijabi whore to meet your needs. I beg you please do not turn me away. I will do anything you want me to. I will do what you tell me to do and when you tell me please Mistress."

Even though she still fought against her faith and Pakistani background, she had always followed the rules for the last 40-plus years, and they had all led to heartache without her doing anything wrong. She had followed the rules, and her ex-husband broke the rules. Yet it was she who was punished.

This was the first time she felt wanted and cared about her and was being given the choice and not forced into it. Jayne's face said everything; the sheer joy and happiness were evident. She knelt in front of Nasreen, put her arms around Nasreen, and kissed her, but this kiss was more like the first kiss she shared with Jayne, it was full of love and care, as their tongues danced in each other's mouth and moaned in pleasure. Jayne broke their kiss, and still a little short of breath, she looked at Nasreen and said

" I hoped you would say yes"

Lifting her and leading her to the couch as they sat down Nasreen went to wipe her cum covered face. Jayne slapped her hand away and told her.

" OH no, you are not going to clean my cum off your face yet my slut. Now give me your mobile number."

Nasreen gave her number to Jayne. Jayne put the number in her phone and sent Nasreen a text message. Nasreen looked at her phone and opened the message.

" Hello, my hijabi slut this a list of things two half cup lace bras and 2 quarter cup bras and four matching thongs plus you will buy an 8 inches long dildo and a 6-inch long vibrator and a set of nipple clamps and a set of buttplugs a vibrating egg with a remote control."

She saved the message and Jayne's number under the name Mistress, looked at her, and asked.

"Mistress, I don't even know where to buy these things and have no idea how to use or wear them?"

"Pardon slut?" Asked Jayne

"Let me try that again Mistress yes I know how to put on a bra and underwear but these things will not cover anything and my tits will be so exposed and I have no idea what the other things are" Said Nasreen.

"I see, don't worry about how to use or where to buy them. There are weblinks lower down the message. Where to order the toys, there is another weblink for the underwear, and the underwear site does next-day delivery"

Jayne told Nasreen, she looked puzzled and asked,

"Mistress, what is the rush for next-day delivery that costs extra?"

"It does slut so if you don't have them by tomorrow you will be dropping the kids off at school in just your hijab niqab and abaya and your shoes," she told Nasreen.

Nasreen looked absolutely dumbfounded and mouthed the words without a sound.

" You mean naked under my abaya?"

"Yes, slut, that is just what I mean,"

Jayne told her. As that sunk in, Nasreen said.

"Mistress, I better hurry home then."

It would be a step too far to be naked like that in public. Jayne grabbed her arm, stopped her, pulled her back onto the couch, and told Nasreen.

"First things first, you are:

a) You do not wash your face till 20 minutes before you leave to pick the kids up from school.

b) When you leave here I want you to go straight upstairs to your bedroom, strip naked, lie down on the bed, and take a deep breath. Yes, it will fill your senses with my scent all over your face and the taste in your mouth. Enjoy the moment and then you can order the things from the websites."

Nasreen smiled. They kissed one last time, dressed to leave, and got to the door, Nasreen returned to Jayne and kissed hard again. She had never even dreamt of kissing her husband like this or even wanted to kiss him like that, and said.

"Thank you so much for everything I will try and be the best hijab slut in the world for you Mistress."

She ran out of the door to her house, feeling ashamed about everything she had done and said. Jayne was there feeling quite proud of herself for how far she had managed to push Nasreen and thought this is going to be so much fun, first a lesbian slut and then cock and cum slut. Her mind was already working on plans for each step of Nasreen's journey to becoming a complete hijabi slut she didn't even know she was.

Nasreen ran up her stairs and almost ripped off her clothes and just threw them onto the floor and spread her legs and arms out on the bed and took a couple of breaths as her nose filled with her Mistress's scent every little detail came flooding back. Looking at her glistening pussy the shape of her breasts but the place her mind kept rushing to in her mind was being on her knees and her Mistress asking whether she wanted to taste her and being squirted on.

It would be so wrong if anyone in the Pakistani community knew or found out it would be like being on the front page of a national newspaper, she was getting horny from the scent of her Mistress's juices on her face, and she stuck her tongue out and licked it off her lips as much as she could. Yet all of this felt so right to her; she hadn't noticed herself holding one of her breasts in her hands until she squeezed her own nipples so hard it made her yelp and moan in pleasure, and her other was rubbing her pussy and clit just like she had been doing earlier and closed her eyes and took herself back to being on her knees under her Mistress looking up at her Mistress's pussy as it opened the gate of heaven and let all the goodness pour out onto her face and into her mouth.

Screamed out so loud even Jayne next door heard her, she lay there just shaking and shuddering uncontrollably with eyes in the back of her head. She was so horny she played the scene over and over again until her phone bleeped the alarm that it was time to go and get the kids. She quickly jumped out of bed, washed her face, and raced out of the house once in the car.

As she drove, there was still a smell of sex and it was filling the car. She opened the window and left her window open on the way there and back so the fresh air was filling the car, not her sex today. Once home, she told the kids she would be back in a few minutes, showered, and got the kids something to eat. The kids did their homework at the dining table, she sat on the couch facing the kids so they couldn't see what she was doing on her phone. She ordered the toys, and they would be here in a few days but missed the next day's delivery of the underwear. Now she had to wait a few days for the underwear's delivery. When she read that her heart stopped momentarily and she knew she had to tell Jayne she didn't want it to spoil things between them. She felt she had to tell her face-to-face, so she text-messaged Jayne.

" Mistress, would it be possible for you to call round to mine after nine O'clock once the kids have gone to bed? I have something to tell and I need to tell you face to face, I'm sorry Mistress.''

She sat waiting, trembling. She had messed it all up, and she was angry with herself for spoiling everything.

Her phone buzzed, and she looked at it; it was a message from Jayne. She opened it with shaking hands and was relieved when she read it. It sounded like Mistress was more worried for her than she was as she read the message.

" Yes, of course, I can are you and the kids ok?"

"Yes, we are ok. I just need to speak to you, Mistress."

She sent back

"OK sure, is slut missing Mistress LOL?" Jayne texted back playfully

" Always Mistress,''

Replied Nasreen and sat waiting till 9 O'clock. Soon it was 9 O'clock and the tension was building. How would she tell Jayne she had failed at the first hurdle? As every minute passed it felt like an hour all sorts of bad thoughts ran through her head from being turned away and never feeling that pleasure again the look of disappointment in Jayne's eyes to be rejected again she could not bare it again this time from someone had shown her so much care and love and had her made her feel special. Just as she was going to look out for her, she looked at her watch again. There was a tap on the window, and she saw Jayne standing there.

Her warm smile. Nasreen quickly answered the door as Jayne walked in and she shut the door Jayne turned to look at Nasreen, she was going to ask which room, but instead, Nasreen kissed her and Jayne put her arms around her and let herself melt into the kiss they stood there for while lost in each other's arms kissing. Finally breaking from their kiss, they sighed and took a deep breath. Jayne was first to speak and asked.

"Is everything ok? I wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"Well, let's sit down first, please let us go in the lounge,"

Said Nasreen, once they were sitting down on the same couch. Nasreen looked down into her lap and said.

"Mistress, I have some bad news, please don't reject me for it, please"

She was almost in tears.

"No one is rejecting you, tell me what has happened"

Asked Jayne, putting her hands around Nasreen's shoulder, pulling her into herself, and hugging her.

"Well Mistress, you know you told me to order the underwear and the toys and I have done as you asked but I was too late with the underwear and it won't be here for a few days."

Now Nasreen was a bit uncomfortable and Jayne took Nasreen by her shoulder and turned her around to face her and said:

" You left my house at 12 slut and you had 3 hours to order them and that would have meant next-day delivery even I could hear you playing with your horny cunt so only a late order would mean it taking a few days, did you order late?"

Nasreen nodded, unable to make eye contact, yes.

"Well well, your dirty horny little slutty cunt took control of you and made you late?"

Jayne asked Nasreen,

``Yes, Mistress."

Jayne became more serious, and her voice became sterner. She told Nasreen,

"In that case, we need to decide what we should do about you not doing as told and to make sure it doesn't happen again?"

Nasreen tried looking everywhere but at Jayne, but she held onto her firmly and Nasreen finally whispered.

" Don't know, Mistress"

Jayne grinned to herself and said.

"I do."

This was going to be her the perfect opportunity to push Nasreen into her submission and see how far she could push her and turn her into her perfect submissive hijabi slut slave, Jayne straightened Nasreen and told her.

"Look at me slut, it seems I can't trust you with your own orgasms so you will not touch your cunt without permission again until I tell you otherwise, are we clear on that, that also includes your beautiful sensitive nipples."

"Yes, Mistress."

Nasreen groaned. Jayne pulled Nasreen to her feet by her hair through her hijab. She told Nasreen

"Remove your hijab slut now!"

Nasreen removed her hijab slowly and dropped it on the couch. Jayne next told her.

" Now go and close the curtains and follow me into the kitchen,"

Nasreen thought.

"Kitchen?"

She didn't overthink it for once. Thinking about what happened this morning, she hoped it would be similar. On walking into the kitchen, Jayne stood with a spatula, smacking it against her hand. Nasreen looked at Jayne in shock and fear but kept her thoughts to herself. Jayne told her.

"Come here and bend over the breakfast bar."

Nasreen was speechless, she had an idea, and she tried not to think about it as she would not agree to what was about to happen she tried to think of hornier, sexy things. Jayne lifted her abaya. Nasreen felt so naughty, and as Jayne hooked her thumbs into her leggings and pulled Nasreen's leggings down as the cool air hit her bottom and legs, she started to flood with her juices. As she remembered what happened earlier, she had forgotten her knickers, which made her blush.

Jayne ran her hand over her bottom, Nasreen almost came from the first touch of her Mistress's hand, Nasreen was falling into her submissive role without force, but her instinct as she moaned after moan escaped her lips. Jayne had noticed this clearly, so she put the spatula down next to Nasreen. Jayne reached out, wrapped Nasreen's long flowing hair around her hand, and yanked her head back instead of pulling away. Nasreen gasped out loud as she enjoyed the thrill of the events, things she was unaware of the rising hand and then came a sharp swift smack and in place, a yelp came to a muffled groan, it sounded like a cross of pleasure and pain as Nasreen bit down on her lip to stop herself.

This did not stop Jayne as she smacked Nasreen's bottom one smack for each word she spoke to her.

" You will do whatever you are told, and when you are, I don't do this for my benefit, but you need to know that failure to do things you are told will come with consequences. Do you understand?"

Nasreen by now had tears running down her cheeks. She had never felt anything like this ever, she was enjoying the pain being dealt out on her bottom, and the thing that surprised her the most, she felt she deserved this for letting her Mistress down, and she mumbled.

" Yes, Mistress."

Jayne smacked four more times as she told her.

"I didn't hear you."

Nasreen did her best to keep her voice down but loud enough for Mistress to hear her.

" Yes, Mistress."

Jayne picked up the spatial and told her.

"This is going to hurt, and you need to listen carefully. I promise this will leave bruises. You will be able to see them in the morning, you will also be getting 20 more in the morning once you have dropped off the kids and every morning till the new underwear arrives, plus you will not be wearing anything under your abaya for the same length of time slut and here is a wooden spoon to bite down on."

Before Nasreen could object to what was coming and what she would have to do for the next few days, she was crying more with each strike of the spatula and it was already leaving bruises. Nasreen was even through the pain and tears she could feel her pussy getting wetter and a huge feeling of release of stress and tension not only from her failure and the guilt she had been feeling but from all she had been going through seemed to wash away with her tears, yes rigged and groaned but she loved how much better she felt. Once Mistress had stopped, she dropped the wooden spoon on the counter, and before her Mistress said anything she told her.

" Thank you, Mistress, I deserved that for letting you down. I will be ready for you in the morning"

"That's a good little hijabi slut."

Jayne told her, kissed her cheek, and wiped her tears as Nasreen slumped to the kitchen floor. Jayne held onto her until Nasreen stopped shaking and sobbing. Jayne knew that taking care of her submissive was as important as teaching her rules and showing her; her place and who was in charge. She helped her upstairs and into bed, kissed her, wished her goodnight, ensured she was okay, and then left.