As I entered my one bedroom apartment, it was a relief to be back at university. I spent the break at my parents in New York and I had found the whole experience frustrating.
My name is Sania. I was born in New York but you would not think so from looking at me. I dress very conservatively in full Islamic clothing. I wear a niqab and jilbab.
My family is a traditional Muslim family and originally came from India, long before I was born. I never had any freedom at my parents home. From the age of 13 I started wearing the hijab and from the age of 16 I began wearing the niqab. This was initially at the request of my parents but I then grew accustomed to the clothing and I now always dress a niqab.
I wanted to study away from home. I found my life overly constricted in my parents home. They controlled every aspect of my life. I moved to Boston to study. It was far enough that I had little interference from my parents. I was staying in a one bedroom apartment on my own. I revelled in my own space without any interference from my parents.
I did take my religion seriously. Every night before I slept I would read the Koran. It was a habit I acquired at an early age and I have kept this up to now. I am now 22. I am 5’2″ and my figure is curvy. I measure at 36d-28-36. No one has ever seen my figure as I wear loose clothing and I am covered from top to bottom.
I had a Muslim boyfriend. His name was Ahmed. We were friends more than anything else. We met online and it was nice to have a boy take an interest in me. He never took a sexual interest in me though. He treated me like a saint but I was sexually frustrated.
I masturbated and watched porn nightly. I loved reading erotica. I loved reading about interracial sex and rough sex. I was 22 and I had never experienced the touch of a man. No man could ever take a sexual interest in me due to my clothing. The way I dressed made people look at me oddly and I found it difficult to make friends or socialise. My religion was my curse. I was deeply frustrated.
I was texting my boyfriend and I was feeling horny. I decided to move the conversation towards something naughty.
Boyfriend: How was uni?
Me: It was good. I was thinking about you today 😉
I wanted to start gentle and develop into some horny chat. I just wanted him to tell me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me senseless.
Boyfriend: I was thinking about you too. What were you thinking?
Me: I was thinking about our sex life after we married.
The idea of pre-marital sex was abhorrent to him. I thought talking about life after marriage might open him up to sex chat. I was really horny.
Boyfriend: We can’t think about such things. We need to wait for when we are married. I need to go pray.
Oh god. He was so infuriating, his “holier than thou” attitude was annoying. I was sexually frustrated and he was not helping. I was so horny and I needed a man to scratch this itch.
I went to sleep in frustration and resolved not to message my boyfriend the next day.
I went to university. I was kept busy with my lectures and this kept my mind occupied and away from my horny frustrations.
I arrived back at my apartment at 7. I had received a few messages from my boyfriend but I decided to ignore them.
It was getting late and I sat down at my desk to read the Koran. I was reading a chapter on a husband’s rights over his wife. A husband could take his wife anytime he wanted and she could not turn him down. As I was reading this I was getting turned on. I could feel my thong getting wet. Yes, I wore slutty underwear. I dressed as a pious Muslim but underneath my modest clothes I was always dressed as a slut in a thong and 1/4 cup bra. I loved sexy thongs and bra’s.
I was imagining a man taking me roughly despite my protestations. I would not protest a man ever taking me. I was a horny willing slut. This was the first time the Koran was turning me on. I was getting so horny that I decided to start masturbating in my seat as I continued reading. I was rubbing my pussy through my jilbab. I started humping my hand as I was getting hornier and hornier. My other hand was roughly groping my large overflowing breasts through my jilbab. It felt so good. I was getting rougher with my breasts and started pinching and twisting my nipples as my other hand was furiously rubbing my clit. I finally came in my seat and screamed into the open Koran, “ohhhh allllaaahhhhh.”
The orgasm felt so good and all the energy left my body. I simply undressed and went to bed in my bra and thong. My body felt relaxed and I slept easily.
The next morning I felt refreshed and full of energy. I felt guilty about my perversion and the sacrilege I had committed but I had to admit that the thought of being forcibly taken by a man was now my favourite fantasy. I needed a man who would force me into being his slut rather than the wimp of a boyfriend.
I had a good day at university and I felt happier within myself. My sexual frustration was still there but following my orgasm it was slightly relieved. But it was still lingering. I was a horny slut and I needed relief. I could never imagine finding a man that could satisfy me. All the Muslim boys I dated seemed to be only interested in marriage rather than enjoying the perks of dating. I was not the most attractive girl but I just wanted a man to want me.
I fell asleep that night with a fresh outlook on my life. I needed a more forceful man in my life. My boyfriend was not what I needed.
The next day I was taking a keener interest in the men around me. My clothing made it almost impossible to flirt or show a man I was interested in them. As I was returning to my apartment, I saw a package outside my door. I was not expecting any deliveries and thought it might have been left in error.
I checked the packaging and it was plain with no address. It just had my name on the front. There was no mistaking it was for me.
I took it inside with me and sat on the bed to open my package. I was slightly worried as I did not know what to expect. As I opened the packaging there was a letter and a small jewelry box.
The letter simply said;
“I know your secret desires. Wear your gift tomorrow, if you dare.
The letter was signed with just an M. My mind was drawing a blank on anyone with the initial M.
I looked at the box and wondered what could be inside it.
I opened the jewelry box. I marvelled at the little gold chain with what appeared to be two little clamps. There were two beautiful diamonds on the clamps. It was beautiful and looked expensive but I was not sure what it was or how to wear it. I had never seen a chain like it before.
I decided to search online for what it could be. I put in the physical description of the chain and after an hour of searching I found links to nipple jewelry. I had never seen anything like this before. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry but I was not sure if I could actually wear it.
I put in my drawer with the intention of forgetting about it. I went to sleep that night in a conflicted state. I desired a real man to satisfy my frustrated sexual needs but on the other hand I was afraid of what to expect from M.
As I was dressing the next morning. I was looking at myself in the mirror as I was just dressed in my pink lace thong and pink lace 1/4 bra. As I pictured the jewelry on my breasts with the clamps on my nipples. My nipples stiffened in excitement and my pussy became moist. My body made it’s desire known. I looked over at the drawer and bit my lip.
I just wanted to see how it looked on my curvy breasts. I carefully placed it on. My nipples were stiff like pebbles and this made it easier to attach the clamps. They hurt a little but it felt so good. I loved to roughly play with my breasts and nipples when I got horny so they were accustomed to a little pain.
As I set out the chain across my breasts I could not help but give it a little tug. The pressure on my nipples felt so good and my pussy was becoming increasingly wet. It looked so good on my breasts and my body was sexually heightened. I got dressed in my usual conservative clothes to cover my sluttiness. I was hiding my sexy secret from the world. The world saw me as a pious Muslim niqabi but underneath my exterior I was a horny slut that needed to be owned.
I could smell my slutty pussy all day. There was a strong musky scent coming from my pussy. My nipples ached from the pressure of the clamps. They had been sending jolts to my pussy all day. I prayed my highly aroused and horny state was not obvious. I had to see my professor about my paper. I was anxious about seeing him in his office. I was in a heightened state of arousal. I wanted to be back in my apartment so I could masturbate. But I had to see my professor as this would be my only chance to discuss my paper with him.
My professor was called Tom. I liked his laid back attitude. He was in his 40’s and he had salt and pepper hair. He was not the most handsome man. He was overweight but he was a man with a cock and that is all that I needed.
He stood up to greet me and I immediately saw the erection hiding in his slacks. That caused an immediate rush of cunt juice to flood my thong and leak down my leg. I had never looked at Tom in a sexual way before but it was sexy knowing he had an erection while he was meeting me. We discussed the paper and he gave me some good advice on how to improve my work. I was distracted throughout the time I was with him. My mind was distracted by thoughts of his cock. The jewelry on my nipples seemed to be playing havoc with my mind. I had never been this horny.
As we were discussing the paper, Tom said that he needed to step out to make a phone call but he would be back in a few minutes. As he left the room, I saw my paper on his desk and I wanted to have a look at the notes he was making. As I went to the other side of the desk I noticed that he had not locked the screen on the computer. He had the university homepage open but I could see a few other tabs that were minimized. I opened one up and I was shocked to see it was a hijab porn site. I quickly minimized the page again and went back to my seat.
I was short of breath and I could only think that the erection I saw when I came into the room was for me. Tom came into the room and finished up making notes on my paper. I took it from him and thanked him for his time. I took one last look at his crotch and his cock was still erect.
I quickly rushed back to my apartment. I needed to masturbate so desperately. I wanted to drive my fingers into my cunt and fuck it furiously. I wanted to squeeze my big tits and torment my erect nipples.
As I walked into my bedroom I stripped from clothes and underwear. I kept the jewellery on. My nipples felt so good in the clamps. I wanted to keep that feeling. My pussy was on edge. I fell onto the bed and I dug two fingers into my needy desperate cunt. I need to be fucked so bad. I fucked my pussy roughly with my fingers. I pulled on the chain causing immense pleasure to course through my body. My breasts had never been this sexualised before. I screamed into my pillow as I came with a thunderous orgasm. My bed sheets were soaked with my juices. I came so much it felt like I had wet the bed. My nipples were sore and I finally took off the clamps. I felt this immense pleasure as I released my nipples from the clamps. My body shook as another orgasm hit my core. I moaned loudly at the intense pleasure and came loudly. “Oooohhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss.” My body was on a sexual high that I had never experienced before. My orgasms had drained me and I fell asleep.
My dream was filled with images of being taken by a mysterious stranger. I hoped my dreams would come true.
I wore the nipple chain everyday for the next week. I masturbated up to 3 times a night. I was opening up more sexually and I loved how sensitive the clamps made my nipples. I would orgasm from just playing with my nipples and breasts. I had not spoken to Ahmed despite his numerous attempts to contact me. I had not received any more notes or packages from M. I was hurt and wondered if someone had been playing a joke on me.
As I was walking back to my apartment from university I saw another package outside my room. I immediately smiled and rushed to my apartment and picked up the package.
I quickly entered my apartment and rushed to my bedroom to open up the package.
There was another note and jewelry box. The note simply said;-
“You have been a good girl. I wanted to complete the set. I will let you figure out how to wear it.
I opened the jewelry box. It was a diamond encrusted chain with a trail and pendant. This chain was longer and it had a trail that hung down. The piece was beautiful. It was pure gold and had diamonds encrusted into it. Whoever M was he had a value on me and that value was high. The piece was expensive and he must think I am worth it.
I was flattered by the beautiful jewelry. From the last gift I knew it was another piece of erotic jewelry. I had a look online and saw that many women wore a similar piece around their waist with the trail between their legs and the pendant resting on the clit. The images of the women in the erotic jewelry was turning me on. I was soon rubbing my clit and my other hand was mashing my tit roughly. I was excited about tomorrow and wearing my new jewelry. I wished there was some way I could say thank you to M and show my gratitude. The gifts were amazing.
The next day I wore my black 1/4 cup bra and black thong. My nipples felt electric as I attached the clamps.
I wrapped the chain around my waist for the new piece of jewelry. As it rested on my waist, I felt the pendant drop on my clit. My pussy immediately became wet and I felt a need to cum almost immediately. My day had not started and I just wanted to bury my fingers in my cunt. I snapped out of my horny dazed look and quickly got ready. I was late for my lecture and I had to hurry. I was walking at a brisk pace to make it to my 9.00am lecture. I could feel the diamond pendant rhythmically rub against my clit. It was sending sensations through my body. My pussy was dripping and had flooded my thong already. I had a full day of lectures and I could not imagine making through the day in my horny state.
The jewelry made me feel so sexy. I felt anguish at the thought of wearing this immensely sexy jewelry but not having a man to appreciate it. I needed a man to appreciate my beauty. I needed a man to take control of my body. I needed M to be that man.
I had made it through the first 2 lectures. I was lucky to be wearing my niqab as the others could not see me biting my lip. I was clinging on. I could not pay attention to anything that was said in the lectures. My third lecture was with Tom. I usually enjoyed his lectures but I did not imagine I would be paying too much attention today.
I entered my third lecture and took my usual seat at the back. As I was about to sit down I noticed an envelope on the seat. I thought someone had left it from the earlier lecture. As I was turning around to hand it in at the front I noticed that it had my name on it.
My mouth was open. It was M. How did he know where I would sit or where to find me?
I quietly sat down in my seat and secretly opened the envelope. Inside was another note like the others;
“Take off your thong and leave it under your seat.
Oh my god. I noticeably gulped. My pussy was overflowing with excitement but it was too dangerous. I was sat in the far right corner facing the front. There was a boy sitting 5 seats down from me. His name was Micky and he was one of the nerdy students that did not quite have his own group. He was really skinny and looked almost like a goth. He did not fit in with any groups. He would always try to talk to me though. It was just me and him on the back row. We were social outcasts. He had invited me out after lectures but I was always too shy. He was hot in a nerdy way.
As the lecture went on I could see Micky get more involved in the lecture.
Micky seemed to be engrossed in the lecture. This was my opportunity if I was going to go through with it. My nerves were on edge at the thought of being caught. I would not be able to live it down if I was caught dropping my thong in the lecture theatre. My thong was soaked and it would be obvious to anyone that saw it.
I was too horny to back down at this stage. I carefully shuffled in my seat and wriggled out of my thong. I kicked it behind me under the seat and left it for M. The lecture finished and the students started to clear out. I followed them out. I was nervously looking around for anyone that may have noticed me take off my thong or anyone that was going towards where I left my thong but nobody seemed to have noticed. As I left the theatre my nerves were on tenterhooks. My pussy was more exposed than ever before. The jewelry was hitting my clit with every step I took. I would need to finish early. I would not be able to sit through the afternoon lectures in my horny state. I had a light lunch and went to the next 2 lectures but I was not able to take it any more. I left at 3.00pm and headed back to my apartment. I needed to desperately fuck my pussy. My pussy was so wet that it was leaking down my leg.
As I got back to my apartment there were no packages. I quickly entered the bedroom and immediately my eyes were drawn to the centre of the bed. I saw my thong displayed neatly on my bed. I could feel my cheeks burn red. I quickly stripped and went over to my bed in just my body jewelry. My pussy was throbbing and the need to cum was desperately growing.