Hijab Stories

Amina Begum, sixty-eight, widowed, adjusted her hijab and opened the door. “You're late with rent again?” Ravi asked quietly. “Pension hasn’t come through yet." He stepped inside and locked the door. “You say that almost every other month.” She didn't deny. He roughly squeezed her tits over her blouse, making her shiver. He turned her around, leaned her against the wall, lifted her saree. The hijab stayed pinned as he fuc...

Prologue Shagufta groaned as she sat up in bed, her body aching from the lack of sleep. It had been another long night of taking care of her three children, all under the age of eight. She had been married for ten years now, and life seemed to have taken a toll on her. Once a young and vibrant girl, Shagufta was now a tired and worn-out housewife. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her disheveled appea...

Worried about Zahra telling my wife what had happened I quickly zipped up and ran back to the kitchen. Zahra was standing there, with a slight smile on her full lips as she talked to my wife about the cooking. 'So why is it so hard?' She said, pointedly staring at me. I realised the outline of my hard cock was still pushing against my trousers and turned away red-faced. My wife was too busy staring at her potatoes, wonder...

My wife and I have a reasonable sex life. She doesn't have much of an appetite and only likes a few positions but she's certainly very attractive. To fulfil my needs I occasionally masturbate and think about my many fetishes. Recently I have been fantasising more and more about women wearing the hijab. There have been a number of porn movies made with women dressed in a hijab and I live in an area with plenty of hijabi wo...