Testimony Of Hameeda – Part 17
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When I woke up, it was almost 12 noon. He was not around. I washed my dirty cloth, put them outside to be dried, washed myself, got back dressed and started studying my stuff. He arrived later. I walked forward, as he said, -hi hameeda- And I kissed his lips, as he kissed me back. -where were you, imad?- -well, I just went to meet my brother, at his gym- -did you exercise too?- -well, no. I have a gym in my backyard. Why should I exercise there? So…shall we study now? After that, shall we have some more fun?- -mh…i have no idea how many times you fucked me for these three days and you are still not done- -well, or, we can go somewhere…to the beach, maybe. Or to a park…what do you say?- I loved it. Omar had never taken me to somewhere like that. All he had done was allowing me to dress as I wished. I wanted more than that, and for a sincere love in a way a woman desires, I was even ready to dress against my wish as he says. But he never did. -well…sounds like a great idea. When shall we depart?- -well…study till 2pm…then?- -deal- While I was studying, I got a call from Omar. I answered. -peace, Omar, how are you?- -peace too, hameeda. I am as usual. Miss you a lot- -oh now you miss me? But when I am around you, you do not even touch me- -mm…but I wanna saw you always. So you are coming back tomorrow, right?- -yup…so, anything special?- -no, not really- -peace, Omar. Bye- -bye- I dropped the call. Now I had really started to hate this man. He enjoys looking at me but does not enjoy sleeping with me? What kinda man is he? By 2pm, imad called me. -hameeda…get ready for the walk, my darling- But I was in no mood for walk then. I was horny. I wanted him to fuck me. -sorry imad, but I cannot come now- He seemed disappointed. But he was not angry. -really? But why? Are you feeling sick? Well, we can go see a doctor if you want- -yes, I am!- He seemed sad. He then asked, -well…so come on then. We shall go see a general doctor and…- I blocked his lips with my right index finger. He now seemed puzzled. -no, not that sick- -what do you mean, not that sick?- -you know- I passionately smiled at him. He said, -oh come on! You know, Albert Einstein was a great scientist who understood a lot beyond we usually do, and solved much complicated equations. But he once said, After all, I still do not understand women!- I laughed out loud. He also joined my laugh. Then at once, he took me in his hands and kissed my lips. Then, he placed his forehead against mine and said, -oh yeah I do what sickness this is! Come on, I am the best doctor for that!- I had my eyes closed and was smiling, as he took me in his hands, put me against his shoulder and took me upstairs. When we reached the room, he put me on the bed and said, -hmm…I was thinking that we should do something to prepare ourselves other than the usual making out and foreplay and all. What do you think?- -well…sounds good but right now, I have no idea what we can do instead of that. What do you suggest?- -shall we have a bath together? There is a bath tub- That sounded like a really good plan. I said, -sounds good…i have never had a bath with a man before- What did I just say? But it was too late when I thought about that. Imad smiled and asked, -why? Why not with Omar?- I did not answer. I was ashamed to have such an ill potent man as my husband. He sat by me, palmed my head and said, -I know…maybe he is not much interested in sex. Not ill potent or something but…maybe it is just his choice to avoid it. Some men have reasons which may sound pretty stupid if you hear! Maybe he has that weakness. He cannot say that even to a psychiatric!…- I thought imad would laugh at his weakness. But he never did. Yes, he was even kinder than I thought. But honestly I did not understand what he meant by, mistakes that even a psychiatrist would laugh at, or something, I do not know. I looked at his eyes. He smiled at me, squeezed my cheek and said, -so…shall we?- We got undressed and went inside the bathroom. As he laid in the bathtub, I also got inside and laid on him. The bathtub was big, with about 6 ft long and 3 ft wide, but he was a big guy so I thought maybe he did not find it comfortable for him. But he did not seem unhappy about it. He was smiling at me as I put my legs inside the bathtub, sat on his groin and laid on him. -wow! This is feeling great…you are feeling great on me, hameeda!- He palmed me from my shoulder down to my hand, on my left side with his right hand. I smiled, put my both arms around his neck and kissed him. -mh…imad, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you, my darling- I kissed him again and again for a few times. He was kissing me back, rubbing my back with his right hand and sometimes, squeezing my left buttock. By now I had started to feel that his cock had been erected by some extent. He did not want much to turn him on, it seemed. I looked at his cock and said, -aww! Look at it. Already getting big…- I looked back at him and asked, -may I stroke it?- -well…yes but not here. We should go back to the room- By then, I was also somewhat turned on so there was no need to be in the bathtub any longer. I readily agreed to that. When we were in the room, he sat on the bed, sat me on his groin so that his cock was in front of my pussy and said, -now slowly stroke it with your hand. While you are doing that, I wanna please your breast and pussy…- He then kissed my back a few times, turned my face towards his and we lip kissed each other a few times as well. I looked back at his cock and started stroking it. He, with his left hand started rubbing my pussy and with his right hand was squeezing my right boob, and pinching its nipple. He sometimes bit my back muscle areas but he was careful not to hurt me…really they never hurt me. I loved the way he bit me. After a while, he entered his left hand fingers into my pussy and started finger fucking it, making my pussy wet within seconds. He later increased the number of fingers he entered. Now he was penetrating with all his long fingers. My pussy had been pulled apart at its max…actually it was much tighter when I came here and due to sex sessions with imad, it has become this wide. He kept penetrating. His palm was wider than his fingers taken together so when he tried to pull in his palm, it was hurting me a bit. -ah! Imad, that hurts- He stopped it and while his fingers were still inside me, he looked at me. -sorry…should I stop now or…what should I do? You tell me- I thought for a while. This cannot be something harmful to me. The maximum harm is getting my pussy pulled apart. Imad gave me a cream to restore its shape but will I really need it anyway? Omar had sex with me once in weeks, or so and that also in total darkness of night. How will he ever notice what has happened? I decided. I said, -keep penetrating. But keep it slow. I cannot take too much pain- His eyes were shining with happiness. -that is my girl- He kissed my lips again and started going in. I was holding his left hand with mine, with our fingers crossed, and now, he was holding me back as well. He entered up to his thumb, and took out back up to where his fingers were jointed to his palm. Like that he kept fucking me for a while. I was moaning in pleasure…and some pain as well. -aaah…yes imad…aaah!- After a while, he stopped moving his palm, and slowly entered his thumb finger as well. That hurt me again. Now, my pussy had been pulled enough for his palm but not enough for thumb together with it. -aaah…imad that hurts too, but keep going- Then, he started pleasing my left boob and nipple with his left hand. When the pleasure in my boob was rising up, my attention to the pain in my pussy was diverted…actually there was the usual pleasure there in my pussy as well. Why not? His thumb was nibbling against my clit. By then, I had released his cock but it was big and was ready to fuck me like nothing. -aaah…yeah that feels great…aaah!- He started penetrating me even farther. I was eating my teeth and had my eyes shut. Suddenly I felt like my pulled vagina was a bit released. I looked at it. He had penetrated me up to his wrist. Since my pussy had been pulled apart to let his palm, which is wider than his wrist, I felt that relief. I looked at it astonished, and at his eyes as well. -hameeda, we can stop it anytime. You are not my sex slave. You are only my sex partner. Tell me when I should stop- His lovely words relieved much of my pain. I palmed his face with my left hand, looking at his eyes. -keep doing it, imad. If this hole can put a baby outside, why not a hand inside?- He smiled and started penetrating again. He was still pleasing my nipple as well. Behind his wrist, his forearm was softer but still wider than his wrist. Also, as he was a muscular man, his forearms were even wider than that of a usual man. He was penetrating me at a constant pace. His fingertips inside my vagina, now had passed the g-spot and cervix as well. That sensation wiped away the pain. He then slowly laid on the bed, turned me to a side and laid me on the bed, still penetrating me. The pain was increasing. He was still penetrating me. I was astonished I had such lengthy space inside me. He entered up to his elbow. He was still not gonna stop. This feels enough! I held his arm and said, -no…no more. This could hurt me- He smiled and started pulling his hand outside. When his hand was completely outside, it was shining with my juice on it. I looked at my pussy. Well, it did not seem like much widened, though but it was wider than last time. -it does not look too wide, right?- -hmm…how is that possible?- -well, just like it contracts after bearing a baby. I do not know how you endured when I entered you!- What did he just say? I did not feel that much of a pain? -you did not hurt me that much, imad…well, no woman dies in pain when delivering babies….maybe I can take more pain?- -really? More than a pain of 20 dB? That is the intense pain when you feel when 50 of your big bones are broken…you just went through that, did you know?- What? I was astonished. How brilliant was he? He avoided such a pain. I smiled at him and said, -well, this is no time for that. Fuck me now. Come on!- -you horny woman! You always wanna be fucked- He joked and patted my cheek. -okay, now lay on the bed, face down, knees slightly bent, hips slightly raised. I will clean my arm and we shall do the rest. Do it- I could understand why he wanted to wash his hand. With his hand slippery, he could hardly hold me and when he wanted to fuck me fast or hard, it was important that he was holding me tight. I laid as he said. He came back with his hands washed and said, -you can have a pillow under your lower abs to increase the angle for your hips and…it is comfort as well- I did it. He was right, as usual. Then he got over me and entered me with his hands against the mattress so his body weight was off of me. -this is called the flatiron, downward dog or belly flop. This is good vaginal pleaser…- He then started fucking me at a somewhat faster pace, breathing hard and fucking shallow. His hand was on my right buttock, squeezing and patting it. -how do I feel inside you, hameeda?- -aaah…yeah…feeling great…- He then started alternatively squeezing and lightly slapping my buttocks. At the beginning, I was feeling strange but I soon started enjoying it. I smiled widely, looking at him. He was breathing harder than ever. After a while, he was rubbing my waist and hip with both his palms and fucking me hard. After a while like that, I felt him came inside me. I was feeling so lifeless and tired that I stayed for sometime more like that. He got up and left. I heard him entering the bathroom. After sometime, i also went out, had a wash, dressed in one of the suits i wore here and went downstairs, to find him looking at his laptop. He was not watching porn. He was typing. Probably responding to one of his online students. I smiled at him and looked at the clock. It was 4pm then… …wait for the next part. This story is still far from over. Just know this, what exists in the real world could be something more exotic than your probable best day or worst nightmare as well. Bye for now!