slutty hijabi can't wait to get fucked from her coworker | hijab sex story

From the moment I first spotted him, Nick was irresistible. Those sculpted features, the strength in his stance...my pussy ached just imagining his touch. Work became torture as I waited for the right moment to strike. Then, I struck gold - a note slid across his desk, reading, "Want this horny hijabi wrapped around your cock tonight?" He didn't hesitate. Deal accepted, and I watched him leave, anticipation building within me.

Finally, he stood before me, and I reveled in his sheer masculinity. We locked lips, our tongues battling for dominance, breaths shallow and uneven. Every fiber of my being yearned for his cock inside me.

"Fuck me, Nick. Fill me with your huge dick," I pleaded, saliva trickling down my chin. He wasted no time, lifting me onto the bed and driving his cock deep into my drenched pussy. I wailed in ecstasy, my back arcing off the bed as he rammed into me relentlessly.

"Oh god, yes! Harder, Nick! I need your cock so badly!" I urged him on, my eyes gleaming with desperation. He grinned cruelly, grip firm on my hips as he plowed into me. Each stroke, a testament to his power.

Emboldened by my urgings, he intensified his rhythm, his balls slapping loudly against my ass with each forceful thrust. Sweat glistening on his forehead, veins pulsating in his neck, he looked like a man possessed. A primal beast driven solely by lust.

With a wicked smile, I removed my hijab, allowing it to casually hang on my shoulder. "Wrap my hijab around my mouth, fill it with your cum, baby. Let me watch you cum while wearing my hijab." He hesitated briefly, a mixture of shock and arousal flashing in his eyes. Then, without further prompting, he obliged.

He gripped my hijab, covering my mouth with it just as I felt another orgasm approaching. This time, it hit me like a tsunami, my entire body convulsing as I screamed into my hijab. My pussy contracted violently, milking Nick's cock dry.

Watching him lose control sent a thrill racing through me. His face contorted, knuckles white as he fought to maintain control. And then, finally, he surrendered. He groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he pumped his cum directly onto my hijab.

Still trembling, I slowly lowered my hijab, exposing my flushed face. I savored the taste of his fresh cum, swallowing it hungrily. Satisfied, I sat up, gazing at him admiringly.

Our bodies were still joined, his cock buried deep within me. Despite the intensity of our encounter, there was a sense of calmness. A contentment born from satisfying our shared desires.

We remained intertwined for several moments, enjoying the afterglow. Eventually, though, reality crept back in. I knew that the cycle would repeat itself, that my insatiable appetite for cock would never be fully sated. Yet, I welcomed it. Embraced it. It was part of me, as much a part of me as my hijab or my faith.

And so, as Nick and I disengaged, I began plotting my next conquest. Another man, another night filled with carnal desire. I laughed softly, a secret smile playing upon my lips. No matter how many times I quenched my thirst, it always returned, hungrier than before. And I wouldn't have it any other way.