Hijabi Refugee Ch. 12

To Nabeela, this was another Tuesday. She didn't know that this Tuesday would change her life and her understanding of the world. She was with Dr. Ahmed in her office. They had two couples of the day and were finishing their notes. Dr. Ahmed got up and told Nabeela.

"I'm going to take you with me for insemination, and you are not to speak, no matter what you see. Is that clear, and can any questions wait till after the patent has left?"

"Yes, Dr Ahmed, I would never say anything in front of a patient."

Nabeela told her as they left her office, heading to Tempus's room. As she wasn't in, Dr. Ahmed was taking her patients. When they went in, Tracey was with a Muslim female patient, she told Dr. Ahmed.

"This is Mrs Habeeb, Dr. Ahmed. She is here for her insemination."

"Thank you, Tracey. I'll take it from here."

Dr. Ahmed turned to Mrs Habeeb after Tracey had left. Sitting down opposite her, asking her.

"Have you read about how we will do this? We guarantee 100% that you will get pregnant through insemination."

Mrs Habeeb looked around very sheepishly and asked.

"Can it not be done by a syringe?"

"Mrs Habeeb, we had this conversation already with you and your husband, unless it is administered directly into your womb from the source directly, we can not guarantee it and you would have to pay again and that is not something your husband wants to do, isn't that why you are here?"

Dr. Ahmed asked her. Mrs Habeeb nodded her agreement. Dr Ahmed then told her.

"I need you to remove your clothes. You can keep your hijab on if you wish to, and Nabeela will help you get onto the bed and into the stirrups. I'll be back in a moment."

Dr. Ahmed went behind the other screen, and Nabeela could see Mrs. Habeeb undressing behind the other screen. When she came back out she was covering her breasts with one hand and arm, and pussy with the other hand. She could tell the woman was embarrassed and said to the woman.

"Mrs. Habeeb, it's ok. We are girls, and we all have breasts. You don't have to worry; I understand you may feel this is haram. We are medical professionals, and in cases like this, it is not haram for you to be naked. Now let me help you onto the bed and into the stirrups."

Dr. Ahmed was listening, and she was impressed, but Nabeela's tone and understanding she had shown Mrs. Habeeb, and she had relaxed her. Mrs. Habeeb was in her late 30s, with a full figure, big round hips, and a plump bottom. Her breasts were large and showed a slight sag of age, but she still had a beautiful body, thought Nabeela. Dr Ahmed walked out from behind her. She still had her doctor's coat, but Nabeela had noticed that her skirt and blouse, including her stockings, were missing. Dr. Ahmed stood between Mrs Habeeb's legs. She had a tube of lube in her hand and told Mrs. Habeeb.

"Mrs Habeeb, firstly I am going to apply some lube and then use my fingers to stimulate you to relax and open you up for your insemination."

Mrs Habeeb's waist was level with Nabeela so she could see Dr. Ahmed applying the lube and then inserting a finger, then 2, and Mrs Habeeb had her eyes and lips closed, but even with her mouth closed, small low moans were still escaping. It was when Nabeela saw Dr Ahmed push three fingers into Mrs Habeeb, making her moan loudly. Mrs Habeeb was moaning louder now, even after covering my mouth with her own hand. Dr Ahmed asked Mrs Habeeb.

"You ready for your insemination?"

Mrs Habeeb nodded. Dr Ahmed told her.

"I need to hear you say it, Mrs Habeeb."

"Yes, Dr Ahmed, I am ready for you to make me a mother."

There was almost a plea in her voice, and Nabeela watched as Dr. Ahmed opened her white coat and let it drop to the floor. Nabeela put her hand over her mouth and gasped. "Dr. Ahmed has a cock a big thick cock, it wasn't as big as Eddie's but it was just as girthy and rubbed it against Mrs. Habeeb pussy lips opening them up and this once scared married Hijabi woman who didn't want to do this as it felt was haram was now lifting her hips to encourage Dr Ahmed to enter her. It was an extremely hot thing to see, Nabeela was still trying to get her head around Dr Ahmed had a huge cock, she was looking up and down at Dr Ahmed tits beautiful face and cock. How could this be? Nabeela had promised to be professional. She sat there watching as she slowly pushed back and forth until she had worked her cock in balls deep. Mrs Habeeb had both her hands over mouth but it was clear she was enjoying Dr Ahmed who was about to fuck a baby into her. Dr Ahmed fucked for about 10 minutes and Mrs Habeeb had cum twice in that time and now Dr Ahmed was empting the entire load into her. The strangest thing on top of all the peculiar things today was, that Nabeela could see pussy juices running between Dr Ahmed's legs, Nabeela knew they didn't belong to Mrs. Habeeb because hadn't squirted. While Dr Ahmed was holding her cock in her, she turned to Nabeela and said very calmly.

"Nabeela, can you please pass that wedge-shaped cushion from that shelf?"

Nabeela handed it to her. Dr Ahmed pushed it under Mrs Habeeb and told her.

"You will need to stay like that so none of the sperm leaks out for the next 30 minutes. You will not be disturbed by anyone. Nabeela or I will come back to check on you then."

She put her coat back on and picked up her clothes, and both ladies left the room. She turned to Nabeela and said,

"I need a shower, and I will answer any question you have after I shower."

Nabeela sat in her office as Dr. Ahmed entered her private bathroom just off her office. Nabeela kept thinking how could she have a cock and is this how they were inseminating the women and there husband's know? Nabeela was so puzzled. She understood when families want children, how far they will go to have a family.

It was the fact Dr. Ahmed had a cock she was struggling with the most. Dr. Ahmed came out of her bathrobe, still drying her hair, sat down with Nabeela, and told her to ask her questions. Nabeela asked.

"Dr. Ahmed you look like a woman and you have breasts and a cock I'm confused?"

Dr. Ahmed smiled and said.

"I also have a pussy and a butthole."

Nabeela shook her head, and now her brain was spinning even faster. The look on her face said everything. Dr. Ahmed asked.

"Would you like me to show you?"

Nabeela had no words but wanted to see this miracle, so she nodded. Dr. Ahmed opened her robe and let it drop off her shoulders onto the back of the chair and her cock was still hard and standing out in front of proud and mighty and under her cock was a pussy. Nabeela just sat there.

Then, in an almost hypnotic state, she reached out with her fingers. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion. She touched Dr. Ahmed cock she pulled hand back as if she had been shocked by bolt of lighting. Dr. Ahmed told her with a chuckle.

"It's ok, you can touch it, it is real, and it won't bite."

Nabeela dropped to her knees and took it in both her hands and rubbed and gave it squeeze, it felt like the other cocks but some how even harder and she couldn't help herself Nabeela knew she shouldn't but she did it anyway. She dropped her head and licked up the length of Dr Ahmed pussy it was wet and juices same but different in taste and then up the entire length of her cock to the tip.

Nabeela was about to suck the head of the beautiful cock when Dr. Ahmed pushed her back and said.

"Maybe later, but we have to return to our Patent."

Nabeela started right away.

"I'm sorry, Dr Ahmed, I shouldn't...... "

Dr. Ahmed cut her off.

"Noness, it was a normal reaction. We can come back and talk about it."

Mrs Habeeb was still lying with her legs in the stirrups, and Dr Ahmed told Nabeela.

"Nabeela, if you look in that cupboard, you'll find some latex underwear. Can you grab a pair for me?"

As Nabeela did that, she turned to Mrs Habeeb. Dr Ahmed told her.

"You will need to wear these for the rest of the day; there is a plug in them to keep the sperm inside you, and we will see you in about 2 weeks for a blood test."

Nabeela helped Mrs Habeeb put the latex panties on and let her get dressed. When Mrs Habeeb came out from behind the screen. Dr. Ahmed told Nabeela.

"Can you take Mrs Habeeb to the waiting room and ask Tracey to book a two-week appointment? Then I'll be back in my office."

Nabeela did as she was told, on the way back Nabeela was worried about what she had done by touching Dr Ahmed's cock, she tried to calm herself and on entering her office Dr Ahmed stood up from behind her desk and told Nabeela.

"Lock the door and come here."

Nabeela turned locked the door and as she turned back Dr. Ahmed was standing in front of her deck with her coat open with her beautiful big breasts on show and her cock just as hard point at Nabeela, Dr Ahmed was pointing at the chair in front her. Nabeela came and took a seat, and Dr. Ahmed started.

"Nabeela, I am what is called a Futanari or Futa for short (woman with male and female genitals). We are born just like everyone else. This is not through some medical procedure. We are born to maybe 1 in 100,000 babies. I was treated like a freak, and some of us are lucky enough to have family that understand, but with people of our background, you can just imagine how they would have reacted to this?"

Nabeela stood up, wrapped her arms around Dr Ahmed's neck, hugged her, and said to her.

"I'm sorry, you must have had it hard to go through a time growing up, especially within a muslim family."

"Nabeela, thank you for that, and I understand your journey to this point hasn't been easy either because of our backgrounds."

Dr. Ahmed told her as both women looked into each other's eyes, as Dr Ahmed kissed Nabeela. She melted into her kiss, Nabeela could feel Dr. Ahmed cock pressed against her stomach, Nabeela found herself rubbing herself against this thick brute of cock, Dr Ahmed broke her kiss and asked.

"Is it true? What I have heard?"

"Is what true, Doctor?"

Nabeela asked her back, and with a large smile, Dr. Ahmed said,

"You orgasm from drinking sperm?"

Nabeela blushed and, with a wicked smirk, told Dr Ahmed as she slid down onto her knees.

"How about we find out?"

Hold her cock at the base and licking the head of Dr Ahmed's cock and making her moan.

"I should warn you, as a futa, we produce a lot of sperm."

Nabeela pulled her mouth of her cock with a pop and said.

"Yummy, more for me than."

Stretching her mouth and gripping Dr. Ahmed powerful wide hips and impaling her mouth and throat onto Dr Ahmed's cock bring a loud moan off.

"OOOOHHHHHHH FUCK Nabeelaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

This only served for Nabeela to fuck her throat with Dr Ahmed's cock and pull on Dr Ahmed's hips, soon Dr Ahmed was holding Nabeela head wrapped in her hijab and fucking her mouth, it was picture that would never have been in Nabeela imagination in a million years to be on her knees with an hijabi woman with a big mighty cock fucking her mouth in her office. She soon felt that all so familiar pulse of her cock and jerk and she knew Dr. Ahmed was about to release her load into her mouth and pulled and sucked hard on the head of her cock and then it started to unload into Nabeela's mouth it tasted different but just as lovely and swallowed for all she was worth. Then her orgasm hit, and it hit harder, it was more potent than the others, it was the most intense orgasm yet, Nabeela was shaking uncontrollably. She felt her pussy squirting she was cumming so hard and fell back onto her kneels and Dr. Ahmed was still cumming shoting load after load all over her. It covered her face, her hijab, and her clothes. Finally when they had finished cumming Dr Ahmed just about to say I did warn you, she watch Nabeela scooping the cum of her face and licking her fingers clean. That only set her off on another orgasm and squirting again. Once she stopped she rubbed the rest of Dr Ahmed's cum into her face and breasts. Dr Ahmed said.

"Well young lady that is first, I had heard you could orgasm from swallowing cum, but squirting that is new."

"I have not squirted from it before. It must be what you said. OH yeah, your futa sperm that does it to me. I wonder if all futa sperm will do it to me?"

Nabeela asked. Dr Ahmed looked at her with a wicked smile and sparkling eyes and told her.

"Well, we will find that out another time, but we have another insemination to do in 30 minutes for now, and you can't go in there looking like that. Get a shower; those clothes are useless. You will need to wear one of my white coats, and there are spare hijabs. Now hurry along, Princess Nabeela."

Nabeela had a shower and came out in her white Doctor's coat with a white hijab, with a naughty smile and said.

"Is this better, Dr Ahmed?"

Dr Ahmed smiled and nodded. Then, she signaled to come over with her finger and asked Nabeela.

"Nabeela, as a futa, I need to relieve myself three or four times a day; otherwise, it becomes unbearable. I was wondering if you would be willing to help me with that daily."

Nabeela didn't need to be asked twice. She agreed