Party Preparations and a Party!

After driving around for a bit just enjoying the daytime sun, Aisha and I headed to a mall. We needed to get ready for the party tonight, I would be making a big announcement and I had a few ideas for how to make it a fun evening.

First we had to get a new outfit for Aisha, she was free now to wear what she wanted and as we discussed it we found an adult shop to find the perfect costume. After taking it into the changing room Aisha came out in the light pink lace one piece lingerie, sparkling bow tie and bunny ears. She was fucking hot and would surely turn some heads. The store clerk helping us out complimented how she looked and asked if I wanted it packaged up. I told her that we would take it, not to bother wrapping it up and that I would be right back. I quickly shuffled over to another store to pickup a long coat that Aisha could wear over her bunny outfit. As I paid, the clerk couldn’t help but smile and slowly shake her head.

“You two have fun now.”

“Oh we will, don’t worry about that.”

Her look for the evening would be completed with a trip to the beautician, a quick explanation of the sinners and saints party we were attending lead to some over the top prostitute level make up and hair accessories. I had to say that Aisha was enjoying herself, just playing with her look and by god she looked hot.

I decided to keep my look a little more conservative to keep the contrast between us but managed to squeeze in a catholic clerical collar instead of a regular tie for a little fun. The sight between us was absurd but the evening was going to change not just our lives but those of the entire Zaman family too.

With our looks completed we stood together to knock on the door of Salim’s parents house, when the door opened, Aisha took her cot and handed it to the servant. The immediate look of shock on his face was a truly a sight to behold. I told him that Salim was expecting us and to fetch him. The servant left in a hurry and a minute later Salim was at the door, his face was sullen and he had no more fight left in him when it came to my presence.

“Please Salim, we’d like to join you for dinner and to celebrate your mother’s birthday.”

“Yes, of course, how could I deny a seat to Allah’s messenger.”

Salim turned and less us through the hallway and out to the dining area where the guests had gathered. As we entered the room, one by one the eyes of everyone in attendance turned and were glued to Aisha. They all knew her but had never seen her like this, some prayed, some turned their heads away but quickly a silence fell over the room. Salim’s father, Rashid, looked directly at her, his nostrils flaring, steam apparently almost ready to explode from his ears.

“What do you think you’re doing here….whore, after what you have done to my son, you have the gall to show up here, dressed like that.”

Aisha could do nothing but smile, “Your son, is pathetic, I am free from his control, from his domineering nature and free from you.”

“Well, I never, who do you think you are to speak to me like that or to talk about my son, a good and faithful Muslim li...”. It was at this moment that his head turned to see me, with a look of divine exultation comes over his face as his mouth stops working for a second. Everyone else in the room also looks to me with varying degrees of awe.

“The angels and the spirit descend therein by permission of their lord for every matter. Have you word from Allah?” Rashid’s head was bowed as if in in prayer while addressing me.

“Yes he has, but that can wait for later, you will however treat my gorgeous guest with more respect.” I squeezed Aisha’s ass for emphasis to which she turned to me smiled and leant up for a kiss.

“Yes of course, any guest of a messenger of Allah is an honoured guest in out household.”

Rashid took a few steps closer and took Aisha’s hand to kiss it, leaning over I whispered in his ear. “I have taken your son’s wife from him, I have fucked her in front of him, I plan on fucking her again and also fucking your daughter and there is nothing that you can do about it.” Rashid’s face was red with a mixture of anger and religious devotion, his mind was twisted between the egregious things that I was saying and being in the presence of someone he felt had a divine aura.

Standing up again, “Please come, sit, dinner is to be served momentarily.”

Aisha and I made our way to the dining table, my hand never leaving her ass, a fine ass it is too. The butlers had brought out trays of food to serve to the table and the two dozen or so people seated around it.

When the butlers finished serving the table we took our seats. Aisha and I sat next to each other with her looking completely out of place amongst the evening gowns and suits worn by the rest of the guests. The affect that it was having on Salim's family was worth the price of admission though even if they did hang on my every word, they hated it. I turned to Salim's sister who had her head buried in her cell phone.

"Jazmin, I think the guests, especially the guest of honour would like a show while we eat."

"What do you mean, a show?"

"Well, as much as you have your head buried in your phone ignoring your mother, I think that masturbating on the dining table will be fine."

Jazmin blushed with a look of confusion on her face and a little fear as well which was echoed by several people sitting around the table.

"Have you never played with your pussy before Jazmin?"

"I don't know what you think I get up to but no, it's not a proper thing for a child of Allah to do."

"It is by my mandate that this is what you must do, just get up onto the table and do what feels natural."

Hesitantly, Jazmin moved herself onto the table moving some serving trays until she had positioned her self in the centre of the rather large dining table. She sat upright, knees bent, legs apart and dress spread apart. She looked to her father who had averted his eyes, then her eyes darted to her brother and mother who had done the same.

"Don't look at them, you have been given your command. Also If your daughter, or sister is putting on a show for us, the least you can do is indulge her and watch it. This isn't easy for her, but it is her duty."

The eyes of Jazmin's family are now glued to her every move and they watch as her dress crept up her legs revealing more and more of her smooth, tanned legs for the table to see. Inch by inch it was excruciatingly slow which as it turned out just made it hotter, I held Aisha's hand in mine and glanced at her where I could see her eyes transfixed on her ex-sister in law revealing herself to the entire family. When the dress had finally made the entire journey and we could all see the bright white panties that Jazmin was wearing she closed her eyes in solemn prayer.

"O My Lord! Expand my chest for me, and ease my task for me, and loose the knot from my heart so that I may understand these troubles."

Jazmin's hand began to slowly touch herself through the fabric of her underwear as she gently masturbated herself to the small audience. Her fingers were circling around her mound tentatively and with an awkwardness of someone who had never touched themselves sexually. Jazmin's father tried not to look, but when he turned the other way all he saw was Aisha's eyes transfixed in her schoolgirl outfit and my hand on her thigh rubbing to the same pace that Jazmin had taken up. Both sights sickened him.

"So Rashid, I expect that you care to protect your daughter's sex life and control your wife's. You probably demand it when you want it and not much for her pleasure? Answer me truthfully."

I took a few bites of the meal as were the other guests at the table while Jazmin's fingers explored inside her panties, making contact with the folds of her womanhood. A few small moans had escaped her lips as she explored and soon the wet sounds of her fingering herself filling the air.

"Well yes of course, as is written in the Quran. A wife's place is to serve her husband and be available to his needs. Your women are tilth for you so go to your tilth when you like and do good beforehand for yourselves"

"Interesting, so what do you think of the display that your daughter is putting on for your wife now?"

Jazmin's eyes were closed and some moans were escaping her lips. I really don't think that she had ever done this before and it was intriguing to watch how she figured out what worked and what didn't.

"It is not something that I would normally allow but as it comes from your mouth, it is as Allah's will."

"Allow? It is not your place to determine how, when or with who your daughter is sexual. She is not your property, She is a fucking hot piece of ass and deserves all the dick pounding, pussy licking, ass fucking and just plain debauchery that she wants."

Rashid's head bows as if defeated.

"If it is Allah's will, then so shall it be"

Through all of this conversation and as we all continued to eat our meals, Jazmin's moans were getting louder with one hand finger fucking her pussy while the other cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples through the top of her outfit. I could tell that she was getting close to orgasm but I had other plans for her.

"Jazmin, stop."

Her head snapped up for is rapturous position as her hands stopped moving and she looked at me pleadingly like she was just on the brink of orgasm but couldn't put it into words.

"It wouldn't be too nice if you didn't give a little to the birthday girl as well now would it?"

Now it was Uzma's turn to look scared and confused as her eyes darted between me and her lewdly seated daughter.

"Yes, Jazmin, it's time that you showed your mother just how much you appreciate and love her. I want you to hop down off the table and swap places with your mother."

Jazmin did as I had commanded smoothing down her dress were it had crumpled and I took Uzma by the hand to help her sit up on the table in front of the chair she had been sitting in. Jazmin took a seat and then they both looked at me awaiting further divine command. Both Rashid and Jazmin's brother Faisal tried to bury their heads into their food muttering under their breath.

“Ok Jazmin, you've probably got your mother all worked up now with that lovely, erotic display you were putting on. Perhaps you should help her out?” Nodding towards her mother now sitting up in front of her on the dining table.

Rashid, Faisal and Jazmin looked at me with despair and I could tell that Jazmin wasn’t sure what was expected of her, but knew that she had to participate in some way as it was his divine will. So reaching out she pushed up her mother's dress until it showed her more conservative underwear and then with a quick glance back to me she placed one finger on her mother's mound. The look on her face was one of disgust and it delighted me to no end. Using it like she had on herself she made small circles gently teasing her own mother's pussy.

"Jazmin, I don't think your finger on the outside of her panties is going to be enough, I want you to use your mouth to pleasure her."

The disgust in her face and that of her family, including Uzma was palpable as she looked at me pleadingly, watching this religiously devoted family looking on as Jazmin was being commanded to commit **** with her own mother. As disgusted as she was, her faith in the divine message overcame him as she pulled her mother's underwear off, tossing them aside and lowered her head to her mother's hairy pussy, sticking out her tongue and licking. Her technique wasn't very good but it was entertaining to watch.

Make sure you're not just licking like a cat, you've really got to get in there and generate some friction to get your mother to cum. The next 10 minutes had the dining room filled with the sounds of Jazmin's oral ministrations and most of the table had finished their meals. Aisha was still watching intently and looked over to me with a mischievous grin undoing the belt and zipper on my pants to fish out my cock. With us both enjoying the view of Jazmin's head between her mother's thighs and the looks of their family looking on with religious conflict strewn across their face Aisha's hand gently pumped my rapidly hardening cock. Uzma was beginning to feel the pleasure of the situation and was humping her daughter's face, slowly at first but increasing in intensity as time went on.

"So Rashid."

His head snapped to look at me seemingly relieved to be rid of the sight in front of him.

"Yes. The tribulation you put me through is great but I remain strong and devoted to Allah."

"Very good, yes, yes. There is some things I need for you to do."

"Yes, anything for a messenger of Him."

Rashid's eyes were laser focused on mine, I assume blocking out anything else within his vision.

"As you have been told, Salim will be divorcing Aisha, she has moved on and is no longer subservient to your son. Firstly from the way you have treated your son and his wife over the years, a suitable divorce settlement will include this house and a 40% stake in your company."

"What, that is preposterous. Salim never wanted any monetary help from me and I admired him for it."

"That doesn't matter for it is the will of Allah that you have wronged his marriage from the start for taking no as an answer. Aisha deserved a much better life that the pitiful, sexless, subservient and frankly shitty life she had before."

Aisha's stroking had gotten faster as Uzma's moans became louder, Jazmin had been going at it for over twenty minutes now, her lack of experience licking pussy showing but eventually coming around.

"If it is His will then it shall be so. Where are we to stay when in the city?"

"Well, from now on you will share the house that was formerly Salim and Aisha's marital dwelling with Salim and Faisal."

"That house is so small though."

"Well that will be your problem, you will still be able to run your company but not have the need for a staff either so your expenses will also be lessened and you will be able to spend a lot more time with your family."

"Secondly our guest of honour here tonight Uzma whose cunt is currently being rather amateurishly licked by your 'pure' daughter will hold dominion over the household. She will be in charge of you and your sons, the finances, religious teachings, everything."

Uzma looked to be on the verge of orgasm but upon hearing her name was trying to listen to the conversation we were having around the pleasure she was experiencing.

"Thirdly, neither you, nor Salim, nor Faisal will ever engage in sex with women or provide self pleasure again."

Both Rashid and Faisal looked defeated, their shoulders slumped and bodies all but limp as they contemplated what this all meant for their lives.

"Now Uzma, I hope you know what this means for you?"

She could barely respond as her breathing had gotten more ragged as moans of pleasure escaped her lips uncontrollably. Aisha's hand had reached such a rapid pace that I too was on the verge of cumming.

"I...uhh...oh..yeah...FUCK...this..domin..yun...ooohh..Jazmin...ahh....control...what is this."

With that I could see Uzma hitting her orgasm and from the look on her face this was the first one that she had ever had. Her eyes rolled back and she held her breath while a grunt **** its way out. Once her orgasm had subsided, she continued to spasm on the table still holding Jasmin between her legs with heavy breaths still escaping her lips. When she let her go Jazmin slumped back exhausted from having to perform cunnilingus for near a half hour, the shine of her mother's pussy juice and smeared across her lips. It was truly a sight to behold for sure.

Looking over to Uzma I told her with my most authoritative voice that I could muster while my dick was on the edge of climaxing.

"Rashid will no longer come to you to tilth, however you are to be free to do whatever you want. Bring home people you meet and want to fuck, whether they are friends, fellow Muslims, Christians, whites, blacks, women, his family, your family, just go fucking wild. All the while, make sure that Rashid knows of this, make sure that he and your sons are made to watch so that they know their place in the household and your place above them."

I knew that I was close to cumming and had one last request to make of Jazmin.

"Jazmin, get over here and get your lips around my cock right now. I'm about to cum and I need you to finish me off and take it all."

Without thinking Jazmin crawled over to where I was sitting, Aisha removed her hand and Jazmin clamped her mouth down over my cock. Aisha looked into my eyes and started kissing me. The dual sensations competed throughout the pleasure centres of my brain and in only a few seconds I was releasing a big load of cum directly into Jazmin's mouth. Aisha wasted no time breaking our kiss and grabbing the poor girl's head bringing it to her own and planting their lips together. The sight of my new bride to be and the young teen internet star sharing my cum through a kiss was one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. Jazmin's face was a mix of pure religious ecstasy and a realisation that her life had changed forever.