Corrupting a Hijabi

Author’s note: This story will have several routes written by a number of writers. If you would like to follow my original storyline I have planned out, check for the routes marked (ZF)

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You and Ayesha met at college. You took the same class together, and sat next to each other. When you first sat next to her, she caught your eye right away. Though It wasn't hard for her to stand out. Despite being dressed modestly, with most details about her figure shrouded in mystery behind those loose draping clothes she wore, her beauty spoke for itself.

Her all black attire of a hijab and an abaya only made her face stand out all the more for it. She had beautiful eyes, big and almond shaped, with thick black lashes framing them. Her face was sculpted like that of a greek statue, with a perfect chiseled nose and lips of a goddess that sometimes spread into the smile that graced the class on few occasions. Almost all the guys in our class were swept away speechless in front of her. She was perfection personified, from another realm entirely. She was captivating in a way you had never seen before. Almost immediately you knew you had to have her.

On the second day of class, you managed to talk to her and break her icy aura. And by the end of the semester you two were dating. All the guys envied you. You got to hit it off with the hottest girl on campus. You got to taste that sweet forbidden fruit and see the sexy body below that draping abaya. They couldn’t be more wrong.

Because of her religious upbringing, you never got beyond first base. She was still wary and hesitant to try anything, even though you could see in her eyes that she wanted to as much as you did.

Even convincing her to simply make out with you took most of the day, and after that she would always stay quiet and look guiltily at the floor. The last time you made out she said that she couldn't do it again, and that was the end of your last hope. But at least you still had her. She was still your precious girlfriend and nobody could take that away

That was in December. She went back to see her family during the break, and when she came back, the ice was back. When you greeted her hello in class, excited to see her again she barely even acknowledged you.

And then she started to avoid you completely.

It broke your heart. After all the struggling and the pains it took to win her over, it was like you meant nothing to her. The three blissful months you spent with her haunted you for the next half year, invading your every waking moment. You would see glimpses of her smile flash across your mind throughout the day. You’d hear the echo of her laughter around every corner, but she was never there when you turned.

Three months of romance was all it took for your every waking moment to be wrapped in my obsession of Ayesha. Your love for her started to deform into something ugly and deformed. Love turned to hate and hate turned to lust.

You spent the next half year fantasizing about her. You masturbated every night picturing her under her clothes, wearing sexy lingerie. You imagined defiling her, abusing her, turning her into slut begging you for your cock. Every night you came into tissues, picturing her under your cock instead.

But worst of all, you knew that no matter how imaginative you were you could never know what her nude body really looked like under her clothes. She had never shown you and you would never see it again.

On a night just like that, when your hand was wrapped around your cock and your eyes closed picturing her scent, you heard the doorbell ring. You rushed to the door not having enough time to wash off, quickly pulled your sweatpants on and opened the door.

And there she was. Ayesha, in all her majestic beauty, dressed immaculately in her clean black clothes. At your front door. Her eyes timid and unable to face you.