The New Pakistani Neighbour Ch. 03B

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Nasreen and Mr. Glen

Nasreen walked around the supermarket and couldn't even remember things she needed to buy because her pussy was still wet and felt so open and hollow, like something was missing. She thought, "I'm turning into whore who always needs to be fucked and have orgasms". Lost in her thoughts, she walked into another shopper and apologised. She was happy for the distraction as she finished her shopping.

In the quiet of the night, Nasreen got out of bed and prepared for her Mistress's order. She laid out the larger butt plug on the bed along with her big 8-inch dildo and nipple clamps. As she slowly removed her buttplug, she bit her lip, muffled her moans of disappointment once it was out. She prepared the larger plug with some lube and started to push it in. It stretched her butthole and burned as it went in. She knew the burn would soon go and would feel good. It would be nice to feel it inside her all day, reminding her to whom she belonged, her Mistress.

She lay down on the bed and started caressing her breasts, first squeezing them and then harder, pulling her nipples while pinching them till they slipped out of her fingers, making her groan. She repeated this over and over again, almost making herself climax from just playing with her breasts and nipples. She would never have known the pleasure she could get from this sort of thing if it hadn't been for that first fatal kiss with Jayne. All her fears that nearly stopped me from discovering this amazing world of sex were gone; she was still learning to embrace the pleasures, thrills, and sins of it all.

She was missing that little extra pain she craved, so she picked up her nipple clamps and placed them on her breasts. She shivered with pleasure in the pain. It swept like a wave over her whole body; she began to slap her breasts. She could feel her orgasm getting close, and she looked at her reflection in the bedside mirror and thought, "YES!"

She got out of bed, grabbed her 8-inch dildo, licked the bottom suction cup, and planted it firmly on the floor. She lubed it up and, slowly lowering herself, a loud moan almost escaped her mouth. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She forced herself down onto it, ripping her inside wide open to take it till she felt those latex balls buried against her clit.

Nasreen loved how it stretched and how it filled her up entirely, and how it felt hitting her clit. She started slowly riding it; it felt like a mammoth cock, even thicker and bigger than any she had experienced. Soon she was force fucking herself down on it harder with each thrust. With her other hand, she put the chain of her nipple clamps between her teeth, tilting her head back, and closed her eyes as the pain from her nipples rippled through her. Orgasm was only seconds away as she twisted her nipples and rammed herself on her dildo. It hit her clit, blossoming into her body and making her shudder till she fell backward onto the floor, panting.

A few days passed like every other workday. Then came the morning that Nasreen would be going to Mr. Glen's house. Nasreen put on the t-shirt that Mistress had given her as she stood in front of the mirror and saw that the bottom of the t-shirt didn't connect with the top of her leggings. You could see her belly button, but the most shocking thought that came to her wasn't how obscene it was. Still, when she lifted her arms, you could almost see the underside of her bra cup and a little of the lace, and that made her tingle, and this so-called good Muslim Pakistani woman was having even sluttier thoughts. She wore her other t-shirt over this one and headed out to work.

She cleaned the first house, headed to Mr. Glen's house, and pulled onto his drive. She pulled off her smock as she had been told to by the Mistress. Nasreen reached behind under her short t-shirt and removed her bra, leaving it on the car seat. As she headed in, the cold air made her nipples rock hard, jutting out against her t-shirt. Mr. Glen opened the door with his eyes popping out of his head.

"OH, my dear lord Nasreen, you look stunning. I must be having a heavenly dream before my eyes? Come in before someone steals you away," he exclaimed.

Nasreen brushed past him, and he felt her boobs against his chest. He didn't feel a bra! His cock twitched; he couldn't believe this innocent-looking Pakistani woman was in his house with such a slutty t-shirt and no bra. Mr. Glen knew he had been pushing his luck by rubbing against her every chance he got, but now he felt the hope and possibility of more. Once inside, Nasreen blushed like a shy schoolgirl.

"Hush, Mr Glen, you know I am not that pretty. I'm an old woman in my 40s with three kids, but thank you for the sweet lie," she demurred.

Flattered by his words, she felt sexy, and her nipples throbbed when she saw his gaze locked on her breasts. Without lifting his head, he told her.

Mr. Glen focused intently on her breasts. "No, Nasreen. I am being honest. I think you are extremely beautiful, but today I believe you look even sexier than before," he pressed.

He paused in thought and said, "Before I say something else and make a fool of myself, I will head upstairs and leave you to clean up."

He turned and rushed off. Nasreen was a little upset and thought maybe he didn't mean those things. His pressing his cock against her must have been a mistake, just the act of a feeble old man. She felt so foolish dressing like some young slut instead of the middle-aged woman she was. She shook her head and started cleaning the living room.

Meanwhile, Mr. Glen was in his room with his trousers around his ankles, stroking his pulsing cock with both hands and thinking about her and her big, round breasts. He desperately wanted to get his hands on them and suck on her nipples until he made her moan. He knew he would never get his cock in her, as no woman in his life had managed to take all of him. He remembered how good it had felt being between her arse cheeks and really wanted to try it again. He thought to himself. He wondered how far he could take it with her.

He plucked up his courage again and changed into his bathrobe. As he made his way to the living room and looked around, he heard plates clanging in the kitchen. Nasreen was bent over the kitchen sink, washing the pots; she didn't hear him walk up behind her.

"Excuse me, I just need a cup," he murmured in her ear.

With that, he reached down between his legs and slid his hard cock against her bottom. She could feel his hands brush over her bum and move them onto the sink. His arms pressed against the side of her breasts, locking her in place. Now with her under his control, he slid his cock between her arse cheeks, and a moan escaped her lips.

Old man Glen grinned, " Mmmm, it is a nice day today, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mr Glen, but I have something to ask you," she whispered.

Mr. Glen was surprised, but it didn't stop the dirty old man from rubbing his cock up and down her arse cheeks, making him throb and Nasreen even wetter. Mr. Glen lost himself in the feeling of her warm arse cheeks.

"Ask me anything you want, Nasreen, anything you want," he said.

Nasreen pushed back, and as she slid up and down on his shaft.

She asked, "Mr Glen, you promise not to be upset with me?"

Glen chuckled, "The way you are rubbing that hot big arse against my cock, I would kill for you. I promise I will not be upset. Just ask me."

As he pressed against her, he was pushing hard, and he was holding the sink with both hands so he could put more force into arse cheek fucking.

Nasreen breathlessly said, "Do you want to fuck me, Mr Glen?"

"Excuse me?" Old man Glen nearly choked; he couldn't believe that question had come out of someone like this sweet, mature Pakistani woman cleaning his house.

With tears in her eyes, Nasreen quickly pushed back away from the sink. His failure to respond made her feel embarrassed and ashamed. Mr. Glen looked at her as she hid her face in her hands, crying. He stepped forward, took her hands away from her face, and asked, "Hey, why are you crying? Didn't you like what we were doing?"

"Yes, Mr Glen, I did," she said. "It's ok. I understand I'm fat and ugly, and you only do it by accident. I thought you might want to do more. I'm so, so sorry."

Mr. Glen told her, "IF you let me, I would love to fuck you. I want you so badly. I have wanted to have you since the first day you came here to clean."

He turned her around and took her hands, placing them on his cock. As if on autopilot, she started to stroke him. For the first time, she saw how big it truly was. It was thick and long. Nasreen thought she could never take that, but would love to try. She couldn't take all of the huge black dildo, and this monster made that look tiny. Now feeling a bit more confident, Nasreen stroked Mr. Glen's cock.

Looking plaintively at him, she said. " Mr Glen, my Mistress has told me what we can do and what we can't do. Can you accept that, Mr Glen?"

Old man Glen was shocked and a little excited. He questioned Nasreen, "You said your "Mistress"? Tell me about her."

He teased her nipples as she spoke, "Well, Mr Glen, Mistress is wonderful. She has taught me so much about myself and sex, lots and lots of things about sex, and I am thrilled to be my Mistress's........ slave. I only do what Mistress allows me to do, Mr Glen."

She shyly smiled at old man Glen afterwards. Nasreen agreed with herself that she was her Mistress's slave and was happy to admit it. Mr. Glen was throbbing like mad in her hands, wondering if she was a lesbian as well; his imagination was running wild.

"So what has your Mistress said we can do?" he asked. He hoped she was allowed to fuck him.

Nasreen explained, "Mistress told me that my cunt is not ready for your big, Gorey (White) infidel cock yet. She will train me so one day I can let you have me. Until then, you can put it between my legs from behind. You must only fuck my thighs, and I have to catch all your cum in my hands."

Mr. Glen was now smiling from ear to ear. "OK, you must do what your Mistress tells you," he smirked.

Nasreen turned her back to him, reaching back for his cock and sliding back along his cock. He felt her shudder as his cock slid under pussy and between her legs. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, and she had a deep need to feel it in her. Still, she had been told no to that and knew that she needed the training and opening up for this monster. She held the end of his cock in both her hands as Mr. Glen took hold of her hips and rocked back and forth. Her wet pussy held the entire width of his cock against her clit with her legs. She closed tight around his cock, squeezing her legs tighter, making old man Glen grunt like an animal in heat. With the force of old man Glen's thrusts, she nearly fell over, and old man Glen grabbed her, catching her breasts. He gave them a good, hard squeeze, which only made Nasreen moan louder. He whispered in her ear, "What did your Mistress say about me playing with your tits and pulling on your nipples?"

"Nothing, Mr Glen. She said nothing about my tits," she moaned.

"Tell me, Nasreen, do you want me to play with your tits and pull on your nipples. Do you like it?" he demanded.

" Yes, please, Mr Glen, I like it. Mr Glen, pull them harder, harder please, Mr Glen."

That was more than he could take. It had been so long since he had touched a real woman, and never a hijabi woman so sexy. He not only squeezed her nipples till almost all the blood had drained from them. The pain would have made most women run for the hills. Even as a man of his age, he was so consumed with passion that he fucked her like a piston in a steam engine. He let out a howl as he came.

He knew she had also cum because he had felt juices flood out of her and all over his cock. He was still holding Nasreen up, as she was shaking on his cock. He realized he had a firm grip of her nipples, and seeing she was still horny, he twisted her nipples.

" Yesss, thank you, Mr Glen, don't stop yet, pleaseeee, more, harder! I'm cumming again," she screamed.

Mr. Glen was happy to pull on them as she was grinding herself on his cock fucking herself. He felt her body go stiff again and shudder against him, the gush of her juices over his cock. He released her, and she collapsed onto the floor, catching her breath. He fell back in a chair as they both caught their breath, and he noticed she was still holding his spunk in her hands.

He asked, "You ok there, Nasreen?"

She answered him, but it was so softly spoken he didn't hear a single word, so he got up and walked in front of her, knelt on the floor holding all his cum brimming in her two cupped hands, and his first selfish thought was Wow, I can still cum a lot.

He asked again, "Nasreen, are you ok?"

Nasreen looked up and then looked away quickly, and said, "I need your help, Mr Glen."

He went to help her get up, and she shook him off and said, "No, Mr Glen. Can you please get my mobile phone?"

That's a weird thing to ask, he thought. Nasreen told him and he went and got her phone. As he went to hand it to her, he stopped, wondering how she would hold it. and his mind raced, wondering what was coming next. She was still kneeling on the floor. He asked, "I have your phone. Where do you want me to put it?"

Nasreen looked up at him and said, "Mr Glen, I must ask you to do something for me. I know it is disgusting, but please me so my Mistress will not be upset. If I don't do it, we will not be able to do this again."

There was no way Mr. Glen would refuse, no matter what she asked. He wanted her again. He warmly said, "Yes, anything to help you."

"Mr Glen, please," she said "I need you to video me on my phone. Do not stop recording till I finish, Mr Glen. Even if you do not like what I do. Promise?"

Mr. Glen set the camera app to video and made sure all of Nasreen was in the frame. He said," I'm ready, and I promise I will not stop till you tell me."

Nasreen smiled and said," OK, Mr Glen, start."

She lifted her hands and spoke directly into the camera, " Look, Mistress, your slave did what you ordered me to do."

She tilted her hands and started to drink Mr. Glen's cum. Her eyes squinted, but she didn't stop. The more cum she swallowed, the easier it was. At the end, she licked her hands and thought that she could do that again. She smiled up at the phone and said, " Thank you, Mistress."

With that, Mr. Glen stopped recording and said to her, "That was not disgusting; it was amazing. Thank you for letting me record it and watch you do that."

As he returned the phone, she was about to clean her hands when Mr. Glen grabbed her hand and asked, "Nasreen, are you your Mistress' slave and slut?"

With a broad, proud smile, she told him, "Yes, Mr Glen, I am her slave, her slut, and her whore."

"Then stand up," he commanded. "I promise your Mistress will like it."

He told her. She stood up and looked puzzled. He directed her to her hands up her t-shirt and wipe her hands on her tits so she can smell his cum on them later."

As she wiped her hands, she. found she liked the way his cum felt on her tits and sore nipples. She massaged the semen into her breasts which tingled as she covered them with his cum. She liked the idea of that reminder of what they had done.

She noticed the time and exclaimed, "Mr Glen, I will go as I am late for my next appointment. I'm sorry and I will work harder next time to do more cleaning for you."

"Did your Mistress say how often we can do that, or is it just this once?" he asked.

"My mistress said we can do as much as we want but always do it the same way. Mr Glen, would you like to do it again?" she whispered.

"Of course!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Ask your Mistress, if I can slap your bottom? Can I slap your tits when I am fucking your thighs? Can you can drink my cum straight from my cock? Can I call you my Pakistani slut. Don't forget to ask everything."

Mr. Glen smiled and walked her to the door. Before she opened it, he reached around and grabbed her hips and thrust his cock against her arse cheeks and pressed in tight.

She sighed with every squeeze and his words turned her on to another level as well.

"Yes, Mr Glen, and thank you for everything today," she sighed. "And I promise to tell Mistress everything."

She quickly got in the car, drove around the corner, and sent a long message detailing everything they had done and the video. She waited for a reply, but nothing came back, and she told herself. Perhaps Mistress was busy or driving or hadn't seen her message yet, so she started driving to her next job, wondering what would happen next.