Salma, a petite 23-year-old hijabi, was known around the office as the insatiable slut who would do anything for a quick fuck. She worked at a call center, surrounded by men who couldn't keep their eyes off her tight, conservative clothing that only hinted at the perverted mind hidden beneath.
Her father, Ahmed, a 45-year-old man with a receding hairline and a growing paunch, had been eyeing Salma since the day she started. He couldn't help but fantasize about the mysterious allure that the hijab held, and the thought of having a young, tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him wild.
One day, Ahmed called Salma into his office for a "meeting." He sat her down, and as he started going over her performance, his eyes kept wandering to her ample tits, barely concealed by her hijab. Salma knew exactly what Ahmed wanted, and she played along, letting her legs cross and uncross, giving him a glimpse of her thighs.
Ahmed could barely contain himself, and he blurted out, "You know, Salma, I think you'd be more comfortable if you didn't have to wear that hijab all day." Salma smiled, knowing that Ahmed was fishing for more than just a wardrobe change. She looked him in the eyes and replied, "I'm sorry, Dad, but I can't take it off. It's a part of who I am."
Ahmed, unable to resist Salma's charms, agreed to her terms without even knowing what they were. As they stood up to leave the office, Salma leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes if you want to see what I've got under this hijab."
Ahmed was practically salivating as he made his way to the bathroom, his cock already straining against his pants. He entered the bathroom, and there was Salma, her hijab still in place, covering her long, silky black hair and her captivating brown eyes. She was wearing a tight, revealing outfit that hugged her petite frame and showed off her perky tits and round ass.
Ahmed couldn't believe his luck as he approached Salma, his hands already reaching for her. Salma, always the tease, backed away, and with a devilish grin, she said, "Not so fast, Dad. I need to know you're serious about this deal."
Ahmed, desperate for a taste of Salma's sweet pussy, agreed to her terms without hesitation. "Anything, Salma. Just let me fuck you." Salma, satisfied with his response, pulled him close and began to kiss him passionately.
As their tongues danced, Salma reached down and began to rub Ahmed's cock through his pants. Ahmed groaned with pleasure as he felt Salma's delicate hand caressing him, and he knew that he would do anything to keep this feeling going.
Salma, always the expert at teasing, broke the kiss and began to slowly unzip Ahmed's pants. She could feel his cock straining against the fabric, and she couldn't wait to see what it looked like. As she pulled his pants down, she was met with a thick, throbbing cock that was begging to be set free.
Salma, always the good slut, wrapped her lips around Ahmed's cock and began to suck him off with a ferocity that left him breathless. Ahmed couldn't believe how good it felt to have Salma's mouth wrapped around his cock, and he knew that he would never get enough of her.
As Salma continued to suck Ahmed's cock with a ferocity that left him breathless, he couldn't help but marvel at her skill. "You're a professional slut, aren't you, Salma?" he gasped, his hands still playing with her tits. "You know exactly how to please a man, don't you?"
Salma, always the tease, pulled her mouth off Ahmed's cock for a moment, her lips glistening with his precum. "I guess you could say that, boss," she replied with a smirk. "I know how to get what I want, and I'm not afraid to use my body to do it."
Ahmed groaned as Salma took his cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head. "As long as you keep doing this, you'll be getting all the perks you want," he promised her. "You'll have everything you need to be the best slut in the office."
Salma moaned around Ahmed's cock, her eyes locked on his as she bobbed her head up and down. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy, boss," she murmured, her voice muffled by his throbbing member. "Just keep fucking me like this, and I'll make sure you never regret it."
Ahmed's hands tightened on Salma's tits as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "Fuck, Salma," he groaned. "You're the best goddamn slut I've ever had."
Salma smiled around his cock, her eyes filled with lust and desire. "I'm glad you think so, boss," she replied, her voice dripping with seduction. "Now why don't you cum for me, and we'll call it a deal?"
Ahmed couldn't resist Salma's temptation, and with a final, deep thrust, he exploded in her mouth, his cum spilling out onto her tongue as she eagerly swallowed every last drop. Salma, always the good slut, licked him clean, making sure that not a single drop was wasted.
As they both caught their breath, Ahmed looked down at Salma, his eyes filled with admiration and desire. "You're incredible, Salma," he murmured, stroking her hair gently. "I can't wait to see what other delights you have in store for me."
Salma smiled up at him, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "I'm glad you think so, boss," she replied. "Now why don't we get back to work, and I'll make sure you never forget the perks of having me as your personal slut?"