‘I doubt it,’ answered Farida. ‘Anyway, like I said, I can’t do that.’
‘Can’t? Really? In that case, I might have to rethink our arrangement. We agreed that you would do as I say if you’re going to get the grades you want. Now, if you’re going back on that arrangement…’ Anderson’s voice trailed away.
‘And if I don’t, then what?’ Farida asked, a growing anxiety flooding her stomach and chest.
‘Like I said, I will have to review things, won’t I? However, this is my weekend, you are at my house, and I think it would be somewhat rude for you to not fulfill all of my desires seeing as you are my guest.’
Agitated, Farida rubbed her temples with both hands. This was not what she’d been expecting at all, but Anderson had a valid point. She was in his house as his guest and what else could she do? She couldn’t refuse point blank, of course. She mentally nodded. Yes, of course she could – but another part of her thought that she’d gone so far into the arrangement it was like she was already in it right up to her neck.
‘Can I at least think about it?’ she asked, seeking more time.
Anderson grinned. ‘Of course, you can think about it. What do you think I am, some kind of monster?’
As he sat beside Farida, snaking his arm around her shoulders, he knew that he was going to get his way. He could feel it in his bones and his mighty cock twitched at the very thought.
Anderson decided to load some porn on his phone so that he could show Farida the kind of thing he was after. As he scanned through sites, he found an interracial one with a white woman and a black guy.
‘It’s really hard to find Bengali women on these sites so this will just have to do,’ Anderson said. ‘Come and sit near me, so you can see.’
Farida moved closer and Anderson hit play. Farida watched as the woman knelt in front of the guy, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock.
‘That’s what I want you to do. Kneel down in front of me like that and get yourself accustomed to it. Can you see how she is taking the whole of his length slowly into her mouth?’
Farida nodded and started to feel anxious again. However, judging by the woman’s face, she was clearly having the time of her life. As her lips moved up and down the guy’s shaft, Farida saw saliva ooze out of the side of the woman’s mouth and land on her chest.
She watched as the guy took hold of the woman’s head and pushed it up and down, faster and faster, until the woman gagged. Farida though that she might very well join her.
‘She’s very good at deep throating,’ said Anderson. ‘Now, I’m not expecting you to do that straight away. That’s completely unrealistic. But, can you see how she is enjoying it and looking up at him? That’s what I want, eye contact as you suck. That’s what I call horny, very horny indeed.’
‘But I didn’t say I was going to do it,’ Farida said. ‘You’re just assuming that I am.’
Anderson’s face displayed his disappointment as did his low, slow tone of voice. ‘I was hoping that you would change your mind… and I was also thinking about how we can get those grades up. But, if you find the idea so appalling, then I guess we’ll have to rethink things.’
‘That’s blackmail!’ Farida snapped.
Anderson put a hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze. ‘It’s called a business arrangement and you are not even trying, which is really disappointing.’
Farida’s eyes went back to the film. The woman was really going for it and Farida watched as the guy suddenly ejaculated into the woman’s mouth. It made Farida’s stomach turn but, instead of spitting it out in disgust, the woman opened her mouth and showed the contents to the camera before swallowing all the white cum.
Anderson turned off the video and put his phone on the coffee table. ‘I wish you would reconsider, Farida. You could at least give it a try.’
Farida was no fool; she knew when she was stuck. Anderson had a point in that she hadn’t even attempted to perform the act on him. She also knew that he wasn’t one to give up that easily. Was she just delaying the inevitable?
She came to a decision and turned to him. ‘I will give it a go but, if I don’t like it, I want you to stop immediately.’
‘Of course.’ Anderson held up his hands, smiling. ‘I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.’
As Farida watched him undo his bathrobe, he grinned widely at her and she looked down at Anderson’s length. There was no way she was going to fit all that in her mouth. It was huge.
‘Kneel in front of me, Farida,’ Anderson commanded, splaying his legs. She did as she’d been instructed.
‘Now put it in your mouth and give it a gentle suck,’ Anderson said, his tone soft and encouraging.
Farida closed her eyes and put Anderson’s cock in her mouth.
‘Keep your eyes open,’ Anderson said. ‘Suck me. Go on, pretend it’s a lollipop if you like. Lick along my length; lick it like you would an ice cream. When you’re a bit more accustomed to it, then you can lick my balls and show me how much you love sucking dick.’
Farida cautiously did as he asked. She sucked his cock as if she was sucking an ice lolly but it was hard to imagine it was a sweet lollipop considering its length and enormous width. However, what she was doing seemed to be right because she watched as Anderson’s eyes developed that familiar hazy lust, something she’d seen for what now seemed a thousand times.
‘Aaahh, yeah… that’s really nice,’ he murmured. Farida felt his cock slide further into her mouth. ‘Suck it harder, go to the tip and suck it and then run your tongue down each side of my shaft.’
Farida again complied, sucking the head of his cock that was nice and cut. She tasted a small drop of the saltiness he had transferred to her mouth earlier. She then ran her tongue down his length on each side and, despite herself, she felt a tiny frisson of excitement. She could smell the muskiness of the sex that they’d enjoyed previously and, although she thought she should find it abhorrent, she didn’t.
‘Take it back into your mouth.’
Farida noticed Anderson’s eyes had lit up and she did as she was told, feeling her lips again being stretched by his width. She proceeded to suck like he’d suggested and closed her eyes, realising to her surprise that she was mildly enjoying this cock-sucking experience.
She felt Anderson’s hands on the back of her head. His fingers delved into the depths of her hair before he pulled her head down on himself, forcing his length further inside and causing her to gag. She tried to pull her head back but Anderson had a firm hold.
‘Don’t stop,’ he encouraged. ‘You’re doing really well. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that but, like fucking, sucking is something you need to get accustomed to. We could spend all night not moving further than the first base if we take it too slowly.”
Anderson eased the grip on Farida’s head and, barely above a whisper, he told her, ‘I want to fill your mouth with cum so bad. Play with my balls. Feel how heavy they’ve become again. That’s a load whisked up just for you.’
Farida moved her hands to Anderson’s balls and she timidly stroked them as she continued sucking. To her surprise, the sucking had actually started to feel a little easier and she began to accept the situation.
‘Grab my balls harder,’ Anderson commanded. His hands were still at the back of her head and, as she followed orders, Farida felt his fingers tighten around her hair. He drew her mouth further down on his cock, again causing her to gag. She felt a tear seep out of the side of an eye and that seemed to spur him on further.
‘That’s beautiful,’ he commented as she felt his finger wipe the tear from her cheek. ‘I want to make a mess of that pretty face, make your makeup run and see how beautiful and slutty you can really look.’ His tone became harsher. ‘Now, suck harder. The harder you suck and the more enthusiastic you are, the less I will feel the need to force my cock further in.’
Farida started to suck as vigorously as she could. She didn’t want him to continue forcing himself deep into her mouth; it made her gag to the point where she thought she was going to throw up. But her theory didn’t work. The harder she sucked, and the more enthusiasm she showed, it seemed to drive Anderson crazier.
‘Open your eyes,” he demanded loudly. “I want you to look at me like you did before.’
Farida looked up and saw the same expression on Anderson’s face that she’d seen when he fucked her. It looked like he was in another world and, suddenly, he started to move his hips, guiding the rhythm of his cock in her mouth.
‘I want to fuck your mouth like I fucked your pussy, Farida.’ She just nodded; she didn’t know what else to do or say.
Anderson stood, fingers still locked onto her head like a bear-trap, and fucked her mouth, slowly at first, taking the whole of his length out before sliding it back in until it hit her throat again, causing her to gag.
For the next ten minutes that was the rhythm Anderson followed, but each time he pushed harder and harder.
The urge to simply let loose, to give his cock free rein and lose control, was almost too much for Anderson to contain. However, as time passed, Farida seemed more and more capable of going the extra mile he required. Within twenty minutes or so, she was sucking him like she’d been doing it for years.
Anderson watched her mascara run, her face looking sluttier by the minute, and the feeling of corruption was overpowering. He’d imagined and wanked about this moment for weeks but, now it was happening, and it was even more decadent than he ever imagined.
As Farida sucked the head of his colossal cock, he stroked his length and then removed the tip from her mouth and rubbed it around her lips, tracing it across her cupid’s bow and down and across her bottom lip before thrusting it back inside again.
Farida, for her part, was becoming strangely accustomed to what was such a forbidden act. She continued to suck the way that Anderson had suggested and tried to ignore the spit and white foam that was starting to form at the side of her mouth as he picked up the pace again. This time, though, it was different; he was approaching the ultimate finale.
Anderson couldn’t hold back any longer. He felt almost light-headed by how easy this had all been and he really didn’t want her to gag anymore. The fact that he’d pushed her to that limit was enough for him to now build up nicely. Her sucking had become more rhythmic. If this had been a sexual dance, they’d gone from tripping on two left feet to being totally synchronised. And Anderson was suddenly carried away with the idea that Farida might actually be enjoying it.
After all, she hadn’t exactly pulled away, grabbed her clothes and run out of his apartment. And he’d always said that she could leave at any time. In fact, now that he felt his orgasm building, he thought he’d pushed her enough for one day. That she had done as he’d asked and taken to it so easily was enough for him to reach what he classed, in his mind, as an eight on the orgasm scale.
Anderson placed the intensity of his orgasms on a scale of one-to-ten and, right now, he was at a nine and a half. But, could he get Farida to swallow his cum? He doubted it but, even if she spat it out, he wasn’t particularly bothered. Suddenly, he released all the pent up excitement this simple act had created.
Farida felt the warm fluid enter her mouth and, startled, she pulled her head back in horror, praying that Anderson wasn’t going to hold the back of her head again. Thankfully, he didn’t. She spat out the small amount of juice that had infiltrated her mouth and then flinched as the rest of it spurted over her face and down her chin.
Anderson watched his cum drip down Farida’s face and he rubbed it in with his thumb, smudging her eye makeup to create the slutty look that he loved when watching films. Only, from now on, there wouldn’t be a film or a fuck here on earth, that would beat this experience.
For her part, Farida couldn’t wait to rush to the bathroom and wash her face. Standing, she gave Anderson a gentle smile before leaving the room, hoping that this was, pretty much, the whole ordeal over.
Later, in Anderson’s bedroom, as she lay beside him, Farida thought about Naeem but quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind, not wanting to be engulfed by what would surely be insufferable guilt.
It had been an extremely long day, and Farida consoled herself that she would be graduating in five months. What were five months of Anderson’s nonsense compared to the rest of her life? When she had the degree she dreamed of, no-one would be able to take it away from her and no-one would discover what she’d done to get it.
~~~~ Farida felt Anderson’s arm slip around her shoulder and he pulled her to him.
‘I hope you haven’t found all this too horrific.’ His voice was filled with concern. Now that his horny feelings had been sated, a pebble of guilt had landed in his stomach. Prior to cumming, he hadn’t given two fucks about anything other than getting what he wanted. But now he felt a tinge of shame.
Farida shook her head. ‘No, it wasn’t.’
She rolled her eyes in the dark. What did he expect her to say? Yes, it was truly awful, can I go now, please? She was hardly going to do that after what she’d already gone through.
She heard Anderson sigh. ‘I want this to be an experience, like I said before.’
Farida turned and gave him a brittle smile. ‘You don’t need to worry on that score. It’s been an experience.’
Anderson’s brow furrowed with concern. ‘I meant, I don’t want it to be an ordeal, that’s all.’
It was true. Although Anderson liked to push Farida’s boundaries, and her reluctance had turned him on, his cock would never harden again if he thought that Farida was disgusted by the whole thing.
Anderson didn’t want to say anymore because revealing his insecurities was not his thing. He kissed her forehead and knew that only he could make sense of his confusion. If Farida hadn’t liked it at all, then she surely would have pushed him off. If she had done that, he would have stopped. Rape was definitely not on Anderson’s agenda. The thought made him feel physically sick.
Yet, what was he asking of Farida exactly? What had he expected? She was hardly going to be wild and sit on his dick and ride it like it was going out of fashion. Anderson smiled; now that would be a sight to behold, maybe he could work up to that one.
Anderson had to ask one more question. He wanted reassurance. ‘Did you enjoy it?’
Farida blew out her cheeks. ‘It wasn’t as bad as I’d thought it would be, but it’s going to be difficult for me to enjoy something hundred percent when, in the back of my mind, I know what I’m doing is not just wrong but is haraam, too.’
‘That means forbidden right?’ Anderson responded ‘Yeah. See, I do know a thing or two,’ he said with a sense of pride.
Anderson kissed her forehead again. ‘It’s a temporary arrangement and, remember, nothing in this life lasts forever. We should all be more mindful and live in the moment. It’s one of the Buddhist teachings,’ he nudged Farida playfully. ‘You’re not the only one who goes on retreats, you know.’
Despite her tiredness, Farida laughed softly. ‘What exactly do you do on your retreats then?’
‘Nothing. Sit in silence and do mindfulness practice. It’s really good; it centres you. I go on two each year. The theory is that you need to live in the moment at all times. Be mindful of your thoughts, feelings, and experiences. For example, if you were being mindful whilst eating, you would take in the smell, the taste, and all the textures and you would savour each bite and stay focused on the experience and not allow your mind to wander. Do you eat chocolate?’
‘I love chocolate, it’s my guilty pleasure,’ Farida admitted.
‘It was once your only guilty pleasure,’ Anderson said and Farida felt the familiar heat of embarrassment flood her body.
‘Back to chocolate, though,’ Anderson continued. ‘I will wager that you’ve eaten dozens and dozens of chocolate bars but, after the third piece, you will have stopped paying attention to what you were doing. Therefore, you will have inadvertently missed eating the rest of the bar.’
Farida wrinkled her nose. ‘I’ve never thought about it, to be honest, but I guess you’re right.’
‘Exactly,’ Anderson exclaimed. ‘That’s my point. You hadn’t even thought about it. You should try and practice mindfulness. I’m sure it wouldn’t interfere with your religious beliefs.’
‘It would. Buddhism is a religion, isn’t it?’
Anderson shook his head. ‘No, that’s a misconception. Buddhism is a way of a peaceful life, it isn’t a religion at all. But, putting that aside, the reason I brought it up was your comment that you couldn’t enjoy what you did one hundred percent because, in the back of your mind, there were, understandably, anxieties.’
Anderson’s voice was tinged with such genuine concern that Farida suddenly felt quite emotional and her throat closed, stopping her from replying. Instead, she nodded.
‘If you tried to practice mindfulness, you wouldn’t pay attention to the worries. You would be so engrossed on concentrating and being in the moment that you wouldn’t have time to feel any anxieties. In the end, in this life, neither good nor bad times last forever, experiences come and go…’ Anderson snapped his fingers, ‘just like that.’
‘Nothing lasts forever,’ Anderson whispered in Farida’s ear and she knew deep down that everything he was saying had truth in it.
On Monday, she’d be back with Naeem and, by September, she would be ready to do her masters, with Anderson being just a small element from her past. As Farida snuggled beneath the feather duvet, a small feeling of inner peace glimmered inside her and she drifted off to sleep.
Anderson lay for a while in the dark, his eyes adjusting as the lamplight from outside sneaked through a tiny gap in the bedroom curtains. He enjoyed the sound of Farida’s soft breathing floating around the room whilst his mind was ticking over. What was next for them?
He quite fancied seeing Farida dressed up in some slutty gear. He particularly liked stuff that left little to the imagination and he had a particular taste for fishnet stockings. But did he want that from Farida? Wasn’t the fact that she was pure, the main thing that turned him on? An image of Farida wearing nothing but her hijab entered his mind. His cock filled with blood, producing a massive erection.
Damn, that would be so good. And then another notion filled his mind, exciting him beyond belief. What if he filmed Farida? Sweet Mary Mother of Jesus, that would be amazing. But there was no way that she would agree to that.
However, Anderson couldn’t get those ideas out of his mind. It was like they had danced in and decided to sit down and refuse to leave until the DJ put on a decent song. If he had a film, he could do anything with it, put it on the internet, even on one of his favourite porn sites. In HD, of course.
Anderson shook the last thought from his mind. He could never do that to Farida. But to film her, without her knowing and then keeping it for his own personal enjoyment, surely he could do that, couldn’t he? He wouldn’t be doing any harm. The only damage would be if it fell into the wrong hands. That wouldn’t happen.
It would be a memento for him of their time together and he didn’t see anything wrong in that. Anderson nodded as he made that little agreement with himself. All he had to do now was sort out a camera. It would be easy when he was fucking her from behind because he could use his phone. But he wanted all round action. As he closed his eyes, he decided to speak to his friend Larry the following day. If anyone could get him a decent video camera, it would be him. He’d be the first person Anderson would call in the morning.
~~~~ Farida was the first to wake and, for a brief moment, she’d been disorientated before she regained her senses, clearing her sleepy mind.
She carefully edged away from Anderson. Sliding out of bed, she tiptoed to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet to pee, Farida thought about what Anderson had said about living in the moment.
She didn’t believe in the Buddhist philosophy, and she wasn’t interested in understanding it, but when he’d suggested living in the moment, the idea had resonated with her somehow. After all, Islam was also a way of life and she could not help but admit that it also taught her to appreciate each moment of life.
If she concentrated solely on the here and now, and if that calmed her worries and anxieties, then it couldn’t possibly be a bad thing.
After flushing the toilet, Farida washed her hands in the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirrored doors of the bathroom cabinet. She looked terrible and it shocked her. She couldn’t possibly let Anderson see her looking like this, though it may be a bit late for that.
Her eyes were smudged with yesterday’s eyeliner and the darkness under her eyes gave her a haunted look. Drying her hands on an ebony hand towel, Farida went through to the lounge for her handbag. Picking it up, she promptly made her was back to the bathroom. Switching on the shower, she stepped inside the glass cubicle and enjoyed the water washing over her.
Finished, she stepped out, dried her body and then wrapped a towel around her head. From her handbag, she took her makeup bag and applied blusher and eyeliner. That done, Farida looked at her reflection and felt better, more like herself. She was grateful that Anderson was still asleep because that meant that she could have some time to collect her thoughts.
Making her way back to the bedroom, she was relieved to hear Anderson snoring as she quietly opened her overnight case, pulling out clean underwear, a white fitted blouse and a pair of dark skinny jeans along with her white Converse All Stars trainers.
Quickly she dressed, spraying on a thin layer of perfume before going into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Flicking on the kettle, Farida wondered what Anderson had in store for the rest of the day and then realised there was no point thinking about all that. What Anderson wanted sexually was a complete enigma; a mystery to her that was going to unfold in its own sweet time.
As it happened, Anderson slept until eleven, giving Farida a couple of hours to herself in which she replied to Naeem’s texts from the day before, assuring him that all was okay. Farida was relieved that her late replies hadn’t appeared to arouse any suspicion.
Farida was lost in thought when Anderson appeared in his bathrobe, his large frame filling the lounge doorway as he nursed a mug of coffee in his huge hands.
‘I have to go out in twenty minutes. You’ll be okay on your own, won’t you? I’m not going to be long, half an hour at the most.’
Farida flapped her hand in the air, dismissively. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Where are you going?’
Anderson blew on his coffee before taking a sip. ‘I have to see a friend,’ he said evasively, and Farida didn’t ask anything further. After all, what Anderson did was none of her business. Plus, it gave her more much-needed time on her own.
~~~~~ Anderson knocked on Larry’s door, moving from foot to foot as he waited for him to answer. He could barely keep himself still, he was so pumped up with excitement.
He’d telephoned Larry as soon as he ‘d opened his eyes and heard the shower working in the bathroom, ensuring that Farida wouldn’t hear him. Larry had told him that he was in luck. It just so happened that the week before he’d bought a whole truckload of electrical equipment at wholesale and there had been a small haul of video cameras in there, amazing quality.
Anderson wasn’t interested where the video cameras came from, quite the contrary. The fact that Larry had some, Anderson saw as a sign from the Gods that his plan could be put into motion.
Finally, Larry opened the door. His eyes were bloodshot and his straw-like blond hair was stuck up here and there in spikes. It looked like he was going for a Boris Johnson look.
‘My man,’ he said, standing aside. Anderson couldn’t help but smile. Larry was a bit of an idiot for always trying to talk like a gangster and it tickled Anderson.
He stepped into Larry’s house and shut the door before following him into the lounge. Anderson looked at the boxes and boxes that were stacked high in a corner of the room. Larry pulled out one of the large boxes and opened it before handing Anderson a small box.
‘There you go, hundred quid, bargain, better than paying RRP, right?’
Anderson took the box from him before reaching into the inner pocket of his jacket. Pulling out a wad of notes, he handed five twenties to his friend. ‘Thanks. I hope it’s easy to use.’
Larry took the money and threw it on a shelf above his fireplace that was littered with ashtrays, cans and a picture of the Virgin Mary, rosary beads hanging from the side.
‘Don’t know. They’re all pretty easy to use these days. But it has an instruction manual anyway. Is it for something over at the uni?’
‘No, personal use.’
Larry raised his eyebrows. ‘Ah, Marnie fancy herself as a bit of a porn star does she?’
Anderson grinned. ‘She probably would but no, this has nothing to do with Marnie. Don’t say anything to her.’
Larry was one of Marnie’s drinking buddies but he and Anderson had hit it off from the first time they’d met. Even though, on the face of it, their friendship seemed unlikely, it had developed with remarkable ease.
Larry swiped a finger and thumb across his mouth,‘My lips are zipped shut, mate. So who’s the lucky lady?’
‘You don’t know her.’ Anderson looked at his watch. ’I have to go. I’ll tell you all about it another time.’
Larry saluted. ‘No problem, have fun.’
Anderson made his way back down the hallway, the video camera under his arm. Reaching his car, he smiled to himself; whatever he wanted he always got. His mother had always told him that he had a lucky star looking over him and this weekend had proved that particular notion to be true.
Anderson had never driven so fast. Returning to his apartment, adrenaline pumped through his veins. He needed to calm down a little; try to think straight. How was he going to get the camera set up with Farida there?
Pulling up outside his apartment, he realised that he hadn’t even considered that little problem; he’d been so caught up in getting the damn thing in the first instance.
What if he suggested she had a bath? Forget that. She’d already had a shower. He couldn’t keep suggesting she took baths or it would make him look like a cleanliness freak. And, considering everything they’d already done, that wouldn’t make much sense.
Inside the apartment block, as he rode the lift up to his floor, Anderson suddenly thought of the perfect solution. He could get in touch with Toby, ask him to set up the camera whilst he took Farida out for something to eat.
Anderson stepped out of the lift and took out his phone, praying that Toby was free.
