Muslim Amira comes of age

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Muslim Amira comes of ageMy name is Amira and I’m an eighteen year old Muslim girl, living in the north of England.As the mathematicians among you may have worked out, I was born in 2001 so throughout my lifetime I have encountered quite a lot of prejudice and expectations growing up as a Muslim girl, not least of which has come from my own community. There are so many expectations of what I am supposed to be as a Muslim girl, and what I’m never supposed to be.I have three brothers, and despite having consistently achieved better grades than they ever have throughout school, my parents didn’t make much secret that their ambition for me was to marry well and be good wife. It has been quite stifling for me when, let’s just say my ambitions for myself haven’t quite coincided with theirs. On the positive side, I have learnt how to be a great cook!I guess there is no polite way to say this, but from a very early age I always had a very high sex drive. I didn’t really know what it was for a long time, this constant urge to touch myself in certain places, to think about certain things, I didn’t connect it to sex, I didn’t really know much about sex. I now realise that I was masturbating since before I started school. I thought it was just ‘playing with dolls’, ‘helping myself get to sleep’, ‘stopping myself being bored’, it wasn’t until puberty, and a few discussions with other girls at school, that I realised there was a name for it and it was connected to sex.I started wearing Hijab as soon as I had my first period when I was ten, my Mother decided that this was the point at which I should start covering my hair.It is also clear to me now that part of this disconnect was that when I did touch myself ‘down there’, when I thought of anyone, I thought of girls. In the very conservative environment that was my family, sex was something between a boy and a girl, specifically a man and a wife. I never did think of that, boys were kinda gross, well my brothers and my Dad and my cousins were. But my female cousins, my Aunties and my friends at school, that was always where I was comfortable. As I got a little older pop stars too began to arouse my interest. I remember being seven and hearing the Katy Perry song ‘I Kissed a Girl’ and being fascinated and reassured by it. Could it be that I….no surely not, not a Muslim girl, we didn’t do that.Over the next few years I swung back and forth between denial, interest, obsessive masturbation and panic. The feelings wouldn’t go away. I threw myself into my studies and was doing really well at school. I excelled with my Arabic classes at the Mosque, despite the Imam making several attempts to touch me where he shouldn’t. But when I was sixteen and started talking to my parents about University, it became pretty clear that wasn’t on their agenda for me.I was pretty upset for a while, especially as my older brother was already there and my dumb younger brother was already being lined up and money set aside for him. There were a few rows, but I wasn’t so desperate to go that I would risk everything, my relationship with my family, to study. But where I did really put my foot down was, I wanted to drive. I thought that maybe, just maybe, this might provide me with a little bit of freedom. I insisted, they resisted, but relented and so the moment I turned s*******n, they paid for some lessons and within three months, I had taken my test and passed. I was a natural!I didn’t have enough money for my own car, but my parents had two and I was allowed to use the smaller one at weekends, as long as I behaved and, as far as they knew, I behaved. In a way, I did behave, I didn’t drink, I didn’t smoke, I studied hard and I was a virgin, I was the good Muslim daughter they wanted. But the out of control sex drive I’d had since c***dhood hadn’t gone away, it had got stronger and by s*******n I knew what I was and what I wanted. I had long since discovered internet porn (my parents bought me a smartphone for my thirteenth birthday) and it was girls, girls, girls. Escort White girls, brown girls, young girls, tall girls, blue eyed blonde girls, dark skinned Muslim girls. At school we always laughed that boys were ‘fap, fap, fap’, I laughed along, then went home, locked the bathroom door and was ‘fap, fap, fap’ myself. I needed to cum at least once a day and usually more. I shocked myself when I squirted for the first time. Despite my extensive porn viewing, I hadn’t realised then that this was possible, I thought I had had a horrible accident. But, needless to say, further porn research showed me I wasn’t alone!But there was no way I was ‘coming out’, I needed to be more certain, more confident, more independent before I could even think about that. But I needed to try and I had a solution.In the next town along from where I lived there was a street that was known as a ‘red light’ area. It was notorious, it made the news now and again when girls were attacked or local residents protested. I’d done my research. I was always fascinated. There were girls there who you could pay for sex? It helped fuel my daily masturbation sessions over the years. It was my motivation for wanting to learn how to drive. It seemed like the solution to my needs. Girls who you could pay for sex and nobody needed to ever know? Perfect, no? I knew I had to do it.Despite my research I didn’t really know what to expect from that first visit. The road in question was a quiet industrial estate just outside of the town centre. There were warehouses, empty car parks, it was all pretty grim. I figured after dark would be the time to go and since it was autumn, I didn’t have to wait too late. I turned into the road and there were a couple of lorries parked up, but not much else. I drove slowly, trying to spot anything, anyone. Perhaps I had got it al wrong, perhaps it was myth about what went on along here. But then I spotted a girl. She was standing by herself, smoking. Was she a whore or just some girl? As I got closer I slowed down even more, she took a step forward, she saw me and stepped back again. I could tell a Hijabi Muslim girl wasn’t what she was expecting and she probably thought I was lost or some sort of protester. I carried on driving. A moment later ahead of me I spotted a second girl making her way out of one of the car parks, she was pulling down her skirt as she walked. I looked across at her and that familiar wave of lust rushed through me, there was no doubting what she was and that I was in the right place. I carried on driving, but squeezed my pelvic floor muscles, wow I was close to orgasm just by being here, among it all. As I approached the end of the road I saw a third whore, also standing, smoking and ignoring me, once she saw who was behind the wheel. I reached the end of the road, turned left and as soon as I could I pulled over.I realised how fast I was breathing and tried to calm myself. I was so close. Finally. So close to cunt, so close to what I had ached for. So close to being with a girl rather than my dolls, my fingers, my pillows, my toothbrush. I took my hand off the wheel, hitched up my Jilbab, and put my hands into my jeans, then into my panties and yes I was wet. That was normal, but this was something else. My panties were sticking to my lips. The moment my finger brushed my clit my whole body shook. I had waited s*******n years for a girl and I wasn’t going to wait a minute more.I left my jeans undone and my Jilbab hitched up. I checked my mirrors, indicated and did a U-turn, then an immediate right, back onto whore street, this time coming back along the opposite side of the road. I saw two girls together this time, chatting to each other laughing and smoking. They looked young, they were white, no doubt Eastern European and very skinny. I would say my type, but right now they were all my type. I slowed down, they looked up and ignored me. Clearly none of the whores realised what I was, what I wanted, I wasn’t what they expected and they couldn’t understand Escort Bayan it. On this second pass I saw one further girl on this side of the road. She was darker skinned, possibly South Asian which gave me another ripple of arousal, although I didn’t see her close up. I reached the end of the road again and this time did an immediate U-turn and began my third run.The first girl I passed approached the kerb this time, she must have noticed the same car passing again, these girls are professionals after all. I pulled to a halt and she lent in as I lowered the window on the passenger side. “Are you lost?” she said in a very sexy voice. “No, I’m not lost” I glanced down at my open jeans and exposed panties. “I’m sorry, I don’t do girls” she said and stepped away.I was embarrassed and pulled the car away slowly. What the actual fuck?! Don’t tell me they don’t do girls, this was the one way I thought I could escape and achieve and now it’s not possible. I rarely curse, except when I orgasm, but I slammed my hand on the wheel, “Fuck, fuck, fuck” I exclaimed, but then gathered myself, perhaps it is just her.I barely had time to calm myself as within 30 seconds I was almost upon the next girl. I stopped next to her and she too bent down as I lowered the window. She looked inside, smiled and asked, “Are you looking for business?” I stuttered and could hardly speak, but managed to force out a “Yes”. “Twenty” she said, I didn’t even take in what she said, I clumsily leant over and grabbed at the handle to open the door. She got in.She was white, blonde, blue eyes, probably about my age, maybe younger. Although we certainly weren’t dressed the same. She was in a tiny short skirt, heels, boob tube covering her waif like breasts and lots of make up on. I was almost having a panic attack, gasping for breath.“I don’t often see girls along here” she said to me. I couldn’t even reply I was just in a total state of panic. I just passed her a twenty note. “Take a left into the next car park” she said, all matter of fact. I pressed the accelerator and the car jumped forward. We both moved in our seats. “It’s ok, calm down” she said and reached across and put her hand on my leg, “Take a breath”. Then she looked down and noticed my jeans were unbuttoned, “Started without me?” she laughed.I managed to get the car in gear and move slowly forward, I turned into the car park, as instructed. “Over into the far corner” my whore said. My whore, fuck I loved saying that in my mind, “My whore, my whore, my whore”.It was dark in the far corner, clearly she knew the right places to go, of course she did!“So what do you want?” I was still speechless, stuttering, “I…I…”. “Come on girl you have to tell me I can’t guess”.“My name is Amira” I said, I have no idea why I told her my name, but that was what came out.“Ok Amira, I’m Jessica, what do you want?”“I want you to lick me. Lick my pussy, I mean my cunt” I had always hated the word ‘pussy’, I don’t know why I suddenly said it now.“I need another twenty” said Jessica. I reached into my pocket and gave her another note, I had brought a hundred I had saved, I had no idea how much this was going to cost and I didn’t want to miss out due to not having enough.“Thanks babe” she said and put the cash into her tiny handbag.Then she reached over and started pulling my jeans down. “Let’s get rid of those shall we?” she said as she swiftly pulled them to my ankles. She looked at my white panties and the wet patch in the middle. “Wow, you need this, don’t you Amira?”I just smiled and nodded. I slipped off my trainers and pulled my jeans off completely. Just in my panties and socks now from the waist down, but still with Hijab covering my hair and Jilbab covering my top half, but it was open from my belly button down.Jessica moved her hands onto my panties. “So wet” she said and I shook as I was touched there by another for the first time.“I…I…I’ve never done this” I whispered.“What Amira, never?” Jessica laughed.“Never” I said.Jessica yanked Bayan Escort down my panties fast and hard.“Well, look at that” said Jessica.I was exposed now. My virgin Muslim cunt, the small bit of hair I let grow there, all on show for this white whore who I had picked up on the street. I felt myself gaining just a little confidence now, as I saw Jessica looking and admiring what she saw. She likes it, I thought, she likes what I have between my legs.My confidence growing I asked Jessica to sit back. I turned in my seat toward her and lifted my left leg and swung it around so it was behind Jesssica’s seat and my right leg was in front of her and I faced toward the passenger side. I knew I had to spread my legs for my first time. I had always loved spreading my legs wide as I masturbated at home and in the school toilets. I loved holding my lips open as I looked in the mirror, posing like the girls posed, only they tended not to be wearing Hijab like I usually was.“Now eat me Jessica. Do it”The whore turned to face me and lowered her head. Then I felt it for the first time. The feeling of a tongue on my cunt. Oh. My. God. This was it, at long last.“Mmmm” I groaned as she licked my slit, reaching my clit, sucking just a little, then licking back down again. I reached down with my left hand and pulled my lips apart, then put my right hand on the back of Jessica’s head as she licked and sucked.Oh god, this was better than I could have dreamed. This is what I had needed since I was a little girl and here it was happening. Images flashed through my mind. All the teachers I had fantasied about, the times I had nearly been caught masturbating, my favourite porn pics. The pleasure started coming at me in waves, pulsing through me. Jessica was licking like a pro, well she was a pro. I could hear those noises, you know the ones, wet cunt noises, licking noises, I could even hear my own groans as if I was someone else, I was my own porn now.I couldn’t hold back.“Ffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I screamed as my orgasm hit. My body shook. My head rocked back and banged against the window. “Fuck yes, yes, yes”. “Oh my God, bitch, yes” I had no control, the words came tumbling out.Jessica slowed her pace, she didn’t stop abruptly, she swirled her tongue near my clit, she instinctively knew I wouldn’t be able to handle any more direct contact.She stopped and sat back up. I was still slumped against the door, legs apart, panting.“I think you liked that” she laughed again.“Yes” I stuttered, that inevitable feeling of shame beginning to come over me. “Did you?”Jessica giggled, “Actually, I did. I only do guys for money. Girls I do for fun too”.I was shocked. “Really?”“Really. I can prove it.” Then Jessica reached up her skirt pulled down her panties, pulled them over her heels and held them up to my face. “I got wet too, although not quite as wet as you Amira”I could see her panties were wet and could smell her too.“Can I?” I looked at her and reached for the panties.“It’s another twenty” she replied. I reached for another note, passed it to her, then grabbed the panties, put them over my face and breathed in deep. My body convulsed again as another mini orgasm washed over me. I could barely hear Jessica laughing at me, as I let the feeling cover me in ecstacy.“Sorry, time to go Amira” I clicked back into somewhere close to reality. “Drop me off where you picked me up please”.I struggled to focus on starting the car. I hadn’t even put my jeans or panties back on. I was a mess.I made it back to Jessica’s spot and pulled over. She opened the door.“Thank you. Really, thank you so much. That was the best thing that ever happened”.Jessica didn’t even reply or look back, just got out and walked off. I drove away and pulled up again a few minutes away. I searched for my panties that Jess had disgarded. They were literally soaking. I couldn’t put them back on again. I got my jeans back on, and my trainers. Then I saw Jessica’s panties on the passenger seat. Picked them up and breathed them in again, I licked where her cunt had been. I reached down and slid her panties down into my jeans, as the cotton brushed my clit I spasmed into another mini orgasm. I closed my eyes and a huge smile came over my face.I had come of age.

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