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Subject: Becoming A Kafir Faggot Whore Part 7 Thanks for all the feedback on Part 6 If you like this or other stories on , please consider a small donation to keep it free: fty/ ————————————————————————- “What is this? Who are you?” “Dee sent me, Sir. He told me to give you the note”. “I… I don’t know a Dee” he replied. Shit, I thought. I’ve fucked up. Was I in the wrong shop? What the fuck was on the note I just handed him? I began to blush and panicked then said “Sorry, Sir. I think I have made a mistake” and began to walk towards the door. “Hold on! One moment, one moment!” he cried out. I stopped and turned around. He was smiling and started to approach me. As he reached the door he closed it, locked the latch and turned the closed sign on. Putting a hand on my shoulder he said: “You say Dee sent you? Well I’m sure we can work out something, hmm?” all the while looking me up and down. ————————————————————————- I was like a deer in headlights. Conflicted between not fucking up my mission but having absolutely no idea what was going to happen. I began to shake with nerves and as I tried to get some words out, I realised that I couldn’t speak either. The shopkeeper noticing this put his other hand on my other shoulder, smiled and gently said “It’s OK. Don’t worry – let’s see what we have” and he manoeuvred me towards the back of the shop where there was a store room of sorts. Once out of view he said “Now, what is this note you have given me?”. My mouth was even drier that it had been. He read it, looked up at me, read it again and then turned it so I could see the writing. “Is this correct?” he asked. I just nodded and he carried on “You have no idea what this says?”. “No Sir” “But you are a good kafir?” “I am trying to be, Sir” “Would you like to know what it says on this paper, boy? And are you committed to its content?” “Please, Sir” “Well, it says: May peace be upon you. My masters are seeking your help in my journey to become a respectful Erzurum Escort kafir faggot. It is my honour to serve you in any way according to your needs, Sir. My mouth dropped to the floor. “Well?” My gaze slowly lowered and my knees began to bend, as I felt the need to be on the floor. I then slowly looked up and said “How may I serve you, Sir?” A broad grin appeared on his face and he slowly said “Good boy” and his hand reached out to my lips. He touched them gently and then his fingers made their way to my left nipple. He barely touched it and I became aroused. “You know, my wife and I are never… intimate since we had children. And there are some things that she has never done. I think you might make a good surrogate for a wife, hmm? Turn around” I was more nervous than ever, not knowing what he was going to do but I reminded myself that I had asked for this and was committed to not fucking up. I turned around slowly to hear Asif moan gently in appreciation. I felt his hands on my bum and then on my hips. His breath on my neck and then the whisper in my ear: “Yes, very nice. It’s OK, my boy. I’ll be gentle with you. Turn around and get on your knees”. I was almost on auto pilot, complying. He was unbuckling his shorts as I turned and I couldn’t ignore the fact that the bulge in his underwear was sizeable; his dick was fat, although quite short but his balls were massive and hung low in his y-fronts. He pulled my head towards his groin and I instinctively took a deep breath, inhaling the faint odour of piss and cock. He moaned gently as my face massaged his genitals and I took the initiative and pulled on either side of his y-fronts – his hardon being released and pointing straight out towards my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth and put my lips around his helmet. It was already coated in precum – he was obviously turned on by this episode and I was rhythmically working my lips around the head and shaft. As I continued to try and make sure he was enjoying the head I was giving him, I gently grabbed his Erzurum Escort Bayan balls with my right hand, and played with them as I tried to get deeper towards the base of his penis. He apparently loved this and started saying something I didn’t understand but was obviously an appreciation of my efforts. Hs began gently thrusting back and forth to mu sucking and I could sense his shaft getting more solid. I thought that he might be close to cumming and that I could be on my way but as this was going through my mind, he stopped and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up to try and see what he was doing and his hand was on my chin ever so gently. He smiled and said “I haven’t fucked white boy cunt in a long time. Get up and lean over that stool” as he gestured to a round stool in the store room. I complied bending over it so my belly was resting on the seat, and I grabbed two of the legs, knowing what was about to happen. His hands momentarily massaged my bum cheeks and then he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down without undoing the belt. I wasn’t wearing any pants so my arse was immediately on show. “Oh yeah, very nice!” he said. And then I felt his cock rubbing up and down my crack. Asif was grunting, low guttural moans and I could feel the precum that was leaking from his cock start to slime up my crack. He was manoeuvring his hard on to try and hit my pucker – I tried to move my legs wider and reached around to pull my cheeks apart. “Please, Asif – fuck my kafir hole. Make me a good faggot, please” I exclaimed. It did the job and he was motivated to push his dick in my hole with a primal thrust. Oh my days. What he didn’t have in length, he made up for in girth. His cock was solid and plugged my fuckhole completely. He was quite rough with his fucking but it felt sensational. With each thrust, I was nudged on the stool, grabbing the legs once again to ensure that it didn’t topple over. Asif’s hands grabbed my hips and pulled me into his groin repeatedly. It felt amazing and I was pleasantly surprised at Escort Erzurum how good it felt with this old guy. “You like that, bitch? You like a brown dick in your kafir cunt, don’t you?!”. “Yeah” was all I could moan, as his thrusts dominated me. This kind of dirty talk was repeated and we were both preoccupied by the physicality of the moment that I hadn’t noticed we had an audience until something moved in my line of sight. I stared ahead of me and noticed that in the shadows of the storeroom was a young teenage lad who was wide eyed and open mouthed. He has the beginning of a moustache on his upper lip. We stared at each other and I could see he had a hardon under his Shalwar, which were becoming damp. I didn’t know what to do and whilst caught in the moment, he raised a finger to his lips to indicate I was to be quiet. I was still getting a pounding from Asif and I was moaning and egging him to fuck my white cunt with each thrust. He obviously go turned on by the dirty talk and I could feel him getting harder in my hole. All this time I maintained eye contact with the young interloper and then Asif exclaimed he was going to cum and thrust forcefully into me as he ejaculated. I lay over the stool with Asif’s dick still in me. He bent over me and rubbed his hands up and down my arms, gently moaning “Yes, you are a good kafir. Very nice fuck boy”. He took his cock out of me and pulled his pants and shorts up saying “Get dressed, quick. My sons will be back home shortly”. I figured that they had returned already but Asif was seemingly unaware that we had been witnessed by one his sons. I made myself presentable. Asif then said to me “You did well – I shall be seeing you again, won’t I?”. It wasn’t a question. I nodded eagerly and was actually turned on by the prospect of being a regular fuck boy for him. “Thank you, Sir”. I was about to leave but realised that Dee had instructed my to get proof. I explained this to Asif and offered my phone to him to take a picture. He unzipped his shorts and told me to quickly suck his cock clean. As I did he said “Look up, boy” and then he took a picture. I said thank you and then made my way out of the shop. As I walked back home I selected the picture, added a caption of “Kafir fuck boy, Sir” and then click send. ————————————————————————-