my step-mom fucked me with her dildo while i'm in my hijab | hijab sex story | hijab incest sex story

My name is Kamilia, and I am what you would call a 'good Muslim girl.' I follow the rules, I dress modestly, and I never talk to boys. At least, that's what my stepmother Laila thinks. But the truth is, I have been talking to a boy. His name is Jay and he goes to my school. We have been messaging each other for months, and today, we are finally meeting up.

As I descend the stairs, Laila's voice rings out, sharp and commanding. "Kamilia, get down here this instant! We need to have a little chat."

My heart sinks as I recognize the tone she reserves for her students when they are in trouble. I slowly make my way downstairs, my hands unsteady as I adjust the hijab covering my hair.

Laila is waiting for me in the living room, her arms folded beneath her generous cleavage. She is the epitome of a voluptuous woman, with her tight, low-cut tops and figure-hugging abayas that showcase her curves. Her long black hair cascades in perfect ringlets around her shoulders, and her dark eyes seem to see right through me.

"So, Kamilia," she begins, her crimson lips twisting in a cruel smile. "I think it's time we address your little secret. I know you've been talking to boys behind my back."

I feel my face flushing with shame as I realize she has discovered my clandestine communications. "I-I don't know what you mean," I stammer, my voice shaking despite my efforts to maintain composure.

Laila lets out a scornful laugh, her eyes narrowing. "Don't play the innocent with me, you little bitch. I saw the messages on your phone. Do you think I won't check up on you? You're under my roof now, and I won't have you bringing disgrace to this family."

I lower my gaze, unable to meet the fury in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Laila. It won't happen again, I swear."

"Oh, it won't happen again, will it?" she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because you're going to learn a lesson today, you little whore. I'm going to teach you what happens to girls who step out of line."

My eyes widen in horror as I realize her intentions. "No, please, I beg you. Don't do this."

Laila steps closer, her eyes cold and remorseless. "You will do as I say, or I will show your father those messages. Then where will you be, Kamilia? Out on the street with your reputation in tatters."

I bite my lip, knowing she has me trapped. "What do you want from me?" I whisper, my voice laced with despair.

Laila's cruel smile returns, her white teeth flashing in contrast to her tanned skin. "I want you to bend over and take my strap-on up your tight little ass, you little slut. That will teach you a lesson about disobeying me."

Tears sting my eyes as I realize the extent of her cruelty. "Please, Laila, I'm begging you. Don't do this."

But Laila is unrelenting. "Get upstairs, now! Or I will drag you up there myself."

Trembling, I begin to climb the stairs, Laila's mocking laughter echoing behind me. I know I have no choice but to submit to her depraved demands.

In her bedroom, Laila stands before me, her eyes glittering with anticipation. She is dressed in a black lace bra and matching panties, her strap-on dildo strapped firmly around her slender hips. "Get on the bed, face down, and spread those legs wide," she orders, her voice harsh.

I hesitate, my body rigid with reluctance.

Laila grabs my arm, her long nails digging into my skin. "Do it, or I will make this so much worse for you."

With a sob, I comply, lying face down on the bed, my legs trembling as I spread them apart.

Laila climbs onto the bed behind me, her hands running over my trembling body. "Such a beautiful little virgin ass," she purrs, her breath hot on my neck. "It's time to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

I feel the cold, hard length of the strap-on pressing against my anus, and I cry out in protest. "Please, Laila, don't do this. I'll do anything else, just not this."

"Shut up, you little cunt," Laila snarls, her hand connecting sharply with my backside, leaving a stinging sensation. "You will take your punishment like a good little Muslim slut."

With a swift, brutal thrust, she penetrates me, the dildo stretching my anus in a way that sends bolts of pain through my body. I cry out, my fists clenching the bedsheets as I struggle to adjust to the invasion.

"That's it, take it all," Laila taunts, her hips moving in a relentless rhythm. "You're my little anal slut now, aren't you?"

I sob, my body shaking with the force of her thrusts. "Please, stop, it hurts," I beg, my voice hoarse.

But Laila only laughs, a cruel, mocking sound. "You think this is pain? I'm just getting started, you worthless little bitch. You will learn to take it and beg for more."

Her words cut deep, chipping away at my resistance. I feel broken, reduced to nothing but a vessel for her sadistic pleasure. The pain is relentless, each thrust a fresh agony, and yet, amidst the torment, I find myself slipping into a dark, forbidden pleasure.

"That's it, you little whore, take it," Laila hisses, her nails digging into my hips as she pounds into me with abandon. "This is what you deserve for your disobedience."

I cry out, my body betraying me as I feel a shameful climax building. "No, please, stop," I plead, even as my body craves more.

Laila shows no mercy, her movements becoming more frenzied. "Come for me, you little cock-tease," she demands, her breath hot in my ear. "Come all over this strap-on and show me what a filthy slut you are."

And despite my best efforts, my body obeys, shuddering uncontrollably as I climax, my cries mingling with Laila's triumphant laughter.

As she finally relents, withdrawing the strap-on from my tender flesh, I lie there, spent and humiliated. Laila strokes my hair, her voice softening. "That was a good lesson, wasn't it? Now you know your place in this house."

I nod, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience. "Yes, Ma'am," I whisper, knowing that from this day forward, I am her obedient little anal slut.