I’d put up a different confession earlier but then the sub I had chosen got nuked and that confession’s no more. This one’s different and has a lot of my favorite kinks in it.

Kahani bachon kuch aisi hai - sorry couldn’t help starting with that… Alright, a little bit of background to set context I feel would help. I’m 42 (almost), Pakistani, born and raised in Dubai. Been through a messy toxic marriage and I’d started cheating in mid to late 2019. Always been an extremely sexual being and had a pretty kinky past before my marriage, but had quit cold turkey when I did get married. The cheating initially was pretty rare and mostly random strangers I’d come across on Reddit and some other platforms until late 2021, when I dove wholeheartedly into it.

In mid to late 2022 this absolutely crazy hot bong joined our office as my Regional CEO’s PA. And when I say hot, smoke show, model level hot. I mean this girl had dabbled in some modeling back in India as well; way outta my league I thought. Thing to bear in mind, I have realized lately I’m a pretty good looker and if I groom myself and keep myself fit I’m a solid 8-8.5. But at that time, the mental space I was in due to my toxic marriage was I never considered myself anything above a 6. This girl on the other hand a fucking 11. So basically never thought I’d have a shot at her, plus except for a brief flirtation with a married colleague a couple of years before that, I’d made a conscious choice never to fuck around at work.

I’m by definition in real life one of the more courteous gentlemanly types, so standard interactions, pleasant smiles, light flirty banter, that was there but nothing more. Then one evening at an office families event, where I normally wouldn’t have interacted and was only there because the event was visible with our global CEO, both of us had a little too much to drink, she started asking me about my family, wife et al, and I left things hanging about how much of a mess it was, things led to us ending up making out near the women’s bathroom. Mind you I can read desi women’s signals pretty well when they’re looking to get naughty and this girl was giving them all. Light touches, eyes slightly closed when chatting, hair adjustments, glances towards my chest again and then back into my eyes (she’s kind of short and I’m exactly a full 182 cm tall). That summer ended up being hot as fuck. My now ex but still wife at that time traveled back to Pakistan with our child for the vacations and I had a lot of time on my hands. I’ve always loved being called Daddy, and this girl was my first regular fuckbuddy who would call me that. And when I said regular, I mean literally almost every other day. Naughty messages on texts, WhatsApp videos from the office bathroom, making out in my car in the basement (I literally used to park in B4 where it was darker and more discreet than in B2 where our allocated spaces were), to fucking at her place whenever her roommate wasn’t there. She was in an LDR I found out but her guy and she were being not exclusive when apart.

This continued well into late 2022, until I found out she was banging the boss as well. Thats when I started taking a step back. Not because I was expecting exclusivity or anything but the boss was the boss. And that wasn’t a risk I wanted to take. She was kind of put off initially but she probably thought that things were risky for me and didn’t push. We would flirt around though and I was hungry for her and have a session here and there with intensity for sure but with nowhere near the regularity that we had been having.

This brings us to Ramadan 2023 & some major life changes. By Feb of 2023, I’d made up my mind that this tenuous marriage that I was trying to make work, wasn’t gonna work. I’d stayed in for my daughter’s sake despite undergoing all sorts of abuse and even knowing about my ex wife’s fucking around way before I ever stepped out on our relationship, and realized that this toxicity we had, this was way worse for my child than growing up with divorced parents. (Yeah I know enough with the bs and justifications get to the good parts you say and I agree but some context was necessary); during Ramadan last year (2023), one particular day while feeling extra horny, I put this post up on a Dubai related adult sub about how Ramadan and fasting was driving me up the walls. How I wanted to be eating someone out right at iftar time as my breaking of the fast. And this one girl reached out to me. And absolute smoke show looks wise, but mentally as we chatted and got to know each other, we started falling for each other. I’d been fucked over by life so many times especially over the course of our marriage, that I’d built these great big walls around me and had honestly never expected that I’d ever fall for someone. I’d have fun, play the field, maybe even form special attachments and care for people but not fall fall. Hope that makes sense. But yeh bandi kuch aisi thi ke all those walls, those defenses, everything sab fell. We’d talk in the phone for hours during work times, late in the nights, exchange stories of our encounters and lifetimes; naughty texts, etc. To understand the effect this girl had on me you need to read about the Thunderbolt from Mario Puzo’s The Godfather. Ek aisi bhook ek aisi hawas that’s not just about feelings but about having someone, where the world stops, and only the two of you exist in that moment in time. And she felt the same. She was the first to bring up falling and we kept falling and flying.

Mind you we hadn’t met yet, just the phone, WhatsApp, Reddit, etc. But we kept going deeper down that rabbit hole. Only one problem, which actually wasn’t a problem initially either; this person I was in love she had other partners. All casual, none with the same intensity of feelings that the two of us had for each other.

One particular Ramadan afternoon right towards the end of the month she was telling me about her plans for the evening with someone else, it was the first time I actually felt jealous in this type context. I had been avoiding that bong hottie at the office once I’d started falling for this girl but in a moment of weakness and frustration reached out and she asked me to come over. Now this was one of the last odd nights of Ramadan, one of the nights when it is suspected the first revelation of the Quran came down. So despite all my proclivities and activities I normally would go for the late night prayers. The ex was out with her friends for an iftar party, and once I was done with mine at home, I dropped my daughter off at my brother’s and headed over to the hottie’s. I was dressed in a black salwar kameez in prep for the night prayers.

What followed was an intense couple of hours of absolute passion. Clothes torn off. Fucking in the kitchen. Eating her out on her balcony. And anal. Oh fuck the anal. She wasn’t inexperienced in anal and we’d tried once before but while not large I’m decently thick and it pained quite a bit the last time we tried but this time she wanted it. Literally demanded it when I was eating her out. And god that tight sweet bong butthole of hers, the jealous passion in me, the hotness of this girl, her attitude (later when we chatted after I’d left the company, and she knew about my subsequent heartbreak, she mentioned how she suspected I was into someone else and how that jealousy drove her), fuck that made the anal so much hotter. And this wasn’t the sweet soft kind of anal, this was the pushed head down into the bed, animalistic railing that had her cumming again, this was cuss words and sweat, kisses and cries and grunts and moans. This was her cunt literally dripping onto her bed as I railed her tight little butthole. This was me grabbing her hair and pulling her face to mine to kiss and her nails grabbing my chest to get a grip and drawing blood. This was my knees crashing around me as I kept pounding (having cum three times previously), we just kept going. This was finally collapsing in a heap as we nearly came together (her for the third time in that round, I think… and me literally too goddamn weak to even move). We lay there for about an hour or maybe a little less warm in the afterglow, stealing kisses, giving excited high fives about how fucking good it was, me complaining about how I wouldn’t be able to stand up without collapsing, her saying how she probably wouldn’t be able to sit on her chair at work the next day.

I finally managed to drag myself off the bed to take a shower to clean myself for the night prayers around 10-10.15 pm. We’d literally been going at it like animals since I got to her place just after 8pm. And halfway through the shower she walks rather sashays in… having taken off the tee she’d put on while we were cuddling and kissing in bed. Those tight natural firm perfectly sized breasts of hers in full glory. Into the shower pushes me to the wall and then this girl takes control. And in a way that I didn’t think possible as she starts sucking me off, she starts telling me all about how the only thought on my mind during the night prayers would be of this horny hot sanskari slut sucking Daddy’s cock. We’d played around with the interfaith kink previously but just barely dabbled in it. I wasn’t her first circumcised cock either but I felt that actually indulging in it could probably be a dealbreaker given that we worked together and all that. I’d been with a couple of really freaky females earlier who were into this kink (one of them, a barely out of university girl way back in 2010 who had actually worn her mom’s mangalsutra and sindoor for me during a couple of our fuck sessions), but nothing had prepared me for what this hot bong colleague of mine was about to do to me. She literally worshipped my cock and would slow down as I got to the edge keep talking about how she’d want me to fuck her in the mosque between prayers. How she’d sneak into the mosque in an abaya and have nothing on underneath and want me to take her bareback. How she’d be the only sanskari slut who could worship Daddy’s cock. So many many things. I was already spent after that round of anal and the way she was taking me to the edge and slowing down with her lips and hands in the shower on her knees, man just reminiscing and writing about it has made me as hard as a fucking rock. H-I-ndu Muslim. India Pakistan. Kya nahi bolaa uss din uss ne. And she kept vacillating between being dominant and being submissive, literally talking to me about owning my cock one minute and then calling me Daddy and how she was my good little sanskari chinaal, randi. I don’t know if it was because I was already so spent or because this girl had such mastery over what she was doing but this blowjob lasted nearly 20 minutes. And when I did cum, I literally collapsed to the shower floor seeing stars and her on top of me. And the way she swallowed it all, even now I can see how she looked at me as she showed such a thick load which I swear I wasn’t expecting and I haven’t yet seen again since then - 7-8 spurts of thick loaded baby batter and her holding it all in her mouth; I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before or after. I told a recent friend of mine her head game was like top 3 in all the women I’ve been with and she was a little jealous of who was number 1 - well this Bong was that and still is for me to this day.

Me kissing her and tasting my cum on her, her naked body curved into mine on her bathroom floor; the shower still on. And me fingering her and then eating her again since Daddy believes in reciprocation. That probably was one of the hottest sexual encounters I’ve had, and the best blowjob for sure. And needless to say I spent the entire night prayers with a complete hard on and some precum.

We did hook up a few times after that but then I left the organization earlier this year and I believe she’s actually found someone she’s serious about and who seems to be good to her.

So that ladies and gentlemen, was the story of my best soul shattering blowjob, my hottest interfaith encounter and some of my favorite kinks all coming together in a few crazy hours of passion and sex.