The New Pakistani Neighbour Ch. 03A

( I have to give credit to Rick Paula for helping me edit this chapter, huge thank you)

It had been a few weeks since Nasreen and Jayne had seen each other. Life and work had just gotten in the way. It was Nasreen's day off, and she had planned to go shopping for a few bits and head home when she spotted Jayne in the school playground. She walked up behind and said,

"Good morning, Mistress."

Jayne immediately turned around and hugged Nasreen, whispering in her ear.

" I have missed you so much, my beautiful Pakistani slut."

Nasreen whispered back into Jayne's ear,

" I've missed you, too, Mistress. Sorry, but kids and work have gotten in the way."

Jayne stepped back and said.

"Let me take a look at you. Oh my lord, you are not wearing your abaya, girl, and that smock is doing nothing to hide that smoking hot body, my slut."

Nasreen blushed and she gazed at the floor, ashamed. Jayne noticed the change. "Hey, hey, it's not a bad thing, sweetie. You hold your head high. You are a beautiful, strong woman looking after your family. Are you working today, or is it your day off?"

"It's my day off. I only have a few bits and things to get from the shops, but it can wait."

As Nasreen outlined her plans, she felt her nipples harden and pussy tingle. It had been so long since she had been with her Mistress.

" If you haven't got any real plans, let's head home, and I'll make some coffee, and we can catch up." Jayne said.

Those words put a smile on Nasreen's face and hope in her soul. They both drove as quickly as they could, and once in their driveways, Jayne let herself in and waited for Nasreen as soon as she stepped through the door. Jayne grabbed Nasreen and kissed her forcefully; their tongues danced with lust and passion. The door was ajar; Jayne kicked it closed in a state of half undress. Their clothes flew off in all directions. Not wanting to let go of each other, they ended up naked on the hallway floor, feasting on each other's bodies.

Jayne pushed herself on top, licking, sucking, and nibbling Nasreen's breasts and pussy. She fucked Nasreen as hard as she could with her wet fingers. Nasreen moaned in pleasure and reached around, fingering Jayne's throbbing clit. Suddenly, both of them at the same time screamed and collapsed in pleasure. They lay there for a while, exhausted and breathing deeply.

Jayne was the first to move and said with a laugh. " I should make that coffee I offered you,"

" Thank you, Mistress, but shouldn't I make the coffee for you?"

" No, not today, my Pakistani Princess. Today we are just friends having coffee and maybe some fun later."

Jayne made and brought their coffee into the lounge. Nasreen gathered their clothes and joined her on the couch.

They pulled themselves together and as they sipped their coffees. Jayne asked. " How is work, Nasreen?"

"Work is ok, keeps me busy and roof over our heads, but...... "

Nasreen replied. Jayne had picked up on her stopping mid-sentence and asked.

"But, what, Nasreen, tell me, I can see it is playing on your mind."

Nasreen paused for a while and then looked at Jayne and said.

" Promise you will not be upset with or think less of me?"

"Never. I promise I will help you any way I can. Tell me what is wrong."

Jayne asked. Nasreen took a deep breath and told Jayne.

" To start with, the job was ok. I was enjoying helping all the elderly people; it made me feel good about myself. It was rewarding to help those who couldn't help themselves. After a few days, my supervisor told me that we had a new client, Mr. Glen. The rate of pay is double, but it was harder work. As you know, I need the money, so I agreed. Then there was a problem, and I don't know how to handle it."

Jayne asked, "Is it a man or a woman, and are they abusive or racially abusing you. I can speak to him about it."

Nasreen's eyes widened in panic, and she jumped in. " No, no, he is not abusive."

"Then what is it?" asked Jayne. She saw Nasreen blush and was surprised that she blushed as she did.

"Well, I was cleaning up the first day at the old man's bedroom. After he was showered, he walked into his bedroom."

Nasreen blushed and hid behind her hands, unable to look at Jayne. Jayne put her around her shoulder and asked.

"Did he walk in naked?"

Nasreen just nodded behind her hands, Jayne giggled, and said. "Ok, so he was naked, but that is not too bad. Is there something you have left out, or would you like to tell me?"

" Well, Mistress, how do I say this, his man thing was........... bigger than the beast of a dildo you have used on me, and he wasn't even hard, and that was the start."

Nasreen explained. Jayne put her coffee down and slowly stroked Nasreen's thigh. She asked, " The Start of what....."

" I found myself looking at his crotch and wondered how big it might be once it was hard." Nasreen closed her eyes, remembering the event, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

Jayne's fingers crept up Nasreen's thighs and caressed her dripping pussy, and said.

"You horny slut, you're dripping. Tell me all of it and in detail."

Nasreen looked down, feeling embarrassed, and said, " I think Mr Glen might have caught me sneakily looking at his crotch. Because since then, this old man, I think he is in his late 70s, has been deliberately finding a reason, ANY reason, to squeeze past me and brush his crotch against my bottom. Once or twice, I may have pushed back against him as well, I'm embarrassed to say."

"One morning, I was washing the dishes and he reached around me, lifting my smock! I'm sure he was naked under his robe and slid his cock between my bum cheeks. He was HARD! And Mistress, he was so thick he was splitting my arse in half and I sure he could feel my buttplug against his cock and I am very sorry but I found myself rubbing up and down his monstrous shaft and I think I would have cum if the door bell hadn't rang ahhhhhhh Mistress your goinnnnnggggggg to make me CCCCCUUUUUU MMMMMMMMMMM."

Jayne knew Nasreen wanted that cock, and she was going to take full advantage of this. Nasreen quickly chimed in.

" No, no, Mistress, I am yours; that is why I am very sorry for going as far as it did. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, it is ok, my Pakistani slut, you can have it, but I will have to train you to be able to take such a big cock first. I have a question for you, my hijabi slut, have you ever tasted a man cum?"

" No, never, Mistress," Nasreen replied quickly.

Jayne said.

" Listen to me carefully: when you go to his house to clean, you wear a dress, and the next time he tries to rub his cock against your bum, grab his cock. Pull it between your thighs, and his cock is against your pussy. Hold on to the end of his cock from under it, so it is rubbing against your pussy, and you will not let go until he cums in your hand. Do that as often as you and he want, but you must lick all his cum off your hands."

Nasreen shook her head, " No, mistress, I only want you."

Jayne lifted her head, looked her in the eye, " This is the first time you have lied to me, and I think you have done it to spare my feelings. I am not upset, and this is not a trap for me to shout at you. I am glad my Pakistani slut has been a good slut, and you have been keeping your buttplug in even at work. I am proud of my special hijabi whore. Starting tomorrow morning, you will move up to the bigger size of buttplug, and you can play once a day until you orgasm."

" Really? Mistress, and you're not going to punish me for being a slut with that old man and not stopping him?"

Jayne asked Nasreen, almost disappointed. Jayne knew the right way. What her pain whore needed.

"Stay right here, I'll be back in a second."

Jayne ran upstairs, returned quickly, handed Nasreen a T-shirt, and told her.

"Change into this and let me see how you look."

Nasreen put it on and thought this t-shirt felt tight. Her nipples jutted out in the shirt and the shirt barely covered her ass.. As she walked to the mirror, she covered her mouth and then looked at her Mistress, smiled at her, and said.

" Thank you, Mistress, very slutty. Do you like the way it looks with my hijab? I guess I look like a real hijabi slut now."

Jayne smiled back at Nasreen with hungry eyes and told her,

"Yes, you look like the perfect Pakistani hijabi slut, my sexy angel. Now get over that table and let me see that bottom, get it nice and high for me."

Nasreen ran over to the table, bent over, gripped the far side, and stood on her tiptoes to make her bottom look rounder.

Jayne spotted the laundry basket in the corner. Her husband's black leather belt caught her eye. Nasreen looked over her shoulder and saw Jayne slowly draw the belt from the basket.

Nasreen looked down, eyes closed, as she heard Mistress snap the belt. Crack! The sound of it slapped together made Nasreen's pussy twitch and moisten. The seconds slowly passed until, "Whack!" Nasreen bit her lip and, through her gritted teeth, uttered " Thank you, Mistress, one."

"Good girl. Glad you didn't forget."

And Jayne rained another 19 as Nasreen counted them all. Jayne stroked Nasreen's hair, lifting and cuddling her until she stopped crying. Jayne kissed Nasreen.

" You are a brave girl, and you make your Mistress very proud for taking whatever punishment she decides she wants to give you. Now I need you to sit down here, and I want to show you something."

Jayne had meant the couch, but smiled as Nasreen knelt where she was. Jayne went upstairs, returned about 5 minutes later, stood before Nasreen, and placed her hand under her chin. She looked at Nasreen and asked.

" Is the old man's cock this big?"

Jayne held up a huge 10-inch black dildo. Nasreen looked in shock and told her Mistress.

" Not sure, I never saw it hard, only felt it brush against me or between my cheeks when he was trying to fuck my arse cheeks."

"OK slut, one question, and remember to be honest, do you want to feel it inside you, stretch your pussy just like I do?"

Jayne asked her. Nasreen blushed and looked away,

"You don't need to answer; you already just answered it."

Nasreen watched as Jayne locked into her strapon and picked up some lube and poured it onto the huge dildo and told Nasreen.

" Right, my hijabi slut use both your hands to rub this lube onto this huge cock. The better the job you do, the less it will hurt."

Nasreen did as she was told and whined as she rubbed the lube,

" Mistress, this thing will rip me in half."

Jayne grabbed Nasreen by her hijab and turned her around, pushing her face down onto the table. She lifted the dildo and placed it between her arse cheeks and pressing it deep between her cheeks. Jayne snickered and whispered into her ear. " Does this feel bigger than his cock, my hijabi slut?"

The answer even left Jayne shocked,

" No, Mistress, his cock felt longer and thicker," Nasreen told Jayne.

"Then I am going to have to open you up so you will be able to let him fuck you properly. I need you to be safe and enjoy it too."

"I understand, Mistress," replied Nasreen.

Jayne pulled back, letting the big black dildo drop between the two women. Jayne didn't let go of Nasreen's head, still holding her by her hijab, and whispered in her through gritted teeth.

"Get ready, my slut."

Jayne grabbed the dildo with her other hand. She placed it at her Pakistani Hijabi slut's cunt and gave it a firm shove with her hips, impaling her hijabi slut on about 3 or 4 inches of latex cock. Nasreen tried to scream, but her voice got lost somewhere in her throat. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide open, but nothing came out. Thankfully, between the lube and her own moisture, it was more pleasure than pain.

She had the 8-inch dildo that had stretched her, but it was nothing compared to this thing; the pain was unbearable. Before she could process what was happening to her pussy, Jayne was pulling back and trying to slam more of that monster into her poor pain-tormented cunt.

Nasreen managed to say.

"Mistress, it is too much. It feels like you have split me in two, and it burns and hurts like hell. Please, it hurts."

Jayne leaned over her slut and kissed Nasreen's shoulders and reached under and squeezed Nasreen's breasts while pulling on her nipples and ever so slowly rocking her hips, moving about an inch in and out slowly, asked Nasreen.

" Do you want me to take it out, my slut? I promise I will if you tell me to take it out, I will put it away, I promise?"

" No, No, Mistress."

Begged Nasreen. Jayne straightened up and took a strong, firm grip of Nasreen's hips and pulled the strapon out till only the head of the strapon was left in, and she took a deep breath and rammed it back in as far as before, and Nasreen screamed and moaned all in one.

" YES, YES, YES."

Hearing Nasreen moaning was enough for Jayne, and she was now fucking Nasreen's poor tortured cunt and was screaming, telling her.

" Well done, you dirty, greedy Pakistani hijabi slut. I am proud of the sex hungry whore you are becoming, and I am going to stretch you ready to be able to take that monstrous cock. "

" Yes, Yes, Yes, Thank you, Mistress please don't stop yes right there fuck me Mistress stretch you hijabi slut's cunt open yes I I I I am CCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!."

With her eyes still rolled into the back of her head, Nasreen looked like a bucking horse being broken in. Jayne kept the strapon in her and again leaned over her with her breast squashed against Nasreen's back and held her tight and kissed her back and shoulders, and the pleasure waves washed over her body.

"Now remember, you can not fuck him yet. One, you will not be able to take him yet, and I know you want him to fuck you like a cheap whore. You can let him fuck your thighs like I explained earlier. and Every time you are going to clean his house, you will wear this slut t-shirt and; leave your smock in the car. When you let him fuck your thighs and catch all his cum in your hands. Take a video of you cleaning your hands for me as proof, and write me a detailed text message of everything that happened for me to read. Finally, at least once a day, you will fuck your cunt with your 8-inch dildo to open yourself up."

Nasreen couldn't help but ask.

"A VIDEO?"

" Your choice is to follow all the rules or clean his house without touching. What do you say?", demanded Jayne,

" Yes, Mistress, I agree," Nasreen said.

Jayne laughed to herself, knowing Nasreen was always going to agree. She is becoming a complete slut. Soon she will turn into a cum addicted whore.