Islamabad Stories

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Farrokh Khan of Islamabad

by Samuelx on Jul 3, 2018
Interracial Love

"Mister, I don't approve of your relationship with my daughter Anisha," said Farrokh Khan, and the curvaceous Pakistani Muslim matriarch looked at Benjamin Hanover haughtily. The tall, dark and handsome young Afro-Caribbean student stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully, wondering how to best answer such a harsh statement. Smiling like the Devil himself, Benj...

Thank You

by nahk1 on Sep 17, 2017
Loving Wives

After a long time, thanks to the marriage of Zia's younger brother, all the friends were gathered in Lahore. In the busy life of grown ups such occasions are the only source of getting together, a must attended reunion. There was only laughter and memories to recall and tease each other. Gossip, fooling, roaring laughter, and what not; the grey whiskers seem...

Mata Hairy Ch. 1

by belab on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Even though the cold war is over I still am attached to the special groups for covert intelligence. Since my mother immigrated from Iran and I have Iranian and other Middle Eastern connections I have been attached to the Middle East section. The boss called me that I needed to fly to Baghdad and recover some important papers regarding the latest arms build u...

Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 04

by haramakhrama on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

PART IV -- THE WEASEL Naseem was gone from my life and although it was pleasing to savour my victory, I had paid a real high price for it. Though Naseem had not made his case for reinstatement or responded in any way that I was aware of, I was not sure that this status quo would remain. For all I knew, his cohorts supposedly had a video record of my rape, a...

Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 01

by haramakhrama on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I needed the job really bad, so bad that if I could not have it I would have contemplated suicide, rather than returning to my parents' home in horrid Abbotabad. Islamabad may not have been the most cosmopolitan and happening of cities, but it was Paris compared to the awful village like town my folks called home. And the position, though not all that well p...

Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 07

by haramakhrama on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH -- PART VII -- THE CAREER END "Oye randi, idhar bhi toh kabhi apnay jalway zahir kyun nahin kar deyti? (Yo whore, why do you not let us see your assets sometimes too?)," the words rang through my mind as I completed the long trek from the main gate, via the administration building and finally to the new office block. As if things...

Payal ki Jhankar Ch. 12

by mughalpunjabi on Sep 26, 2017
Loving Wives

I "Your gracious presence is requested at the wedding of Pervaiz Haqnawaz, eminent son of Chaudhry Haqnawaz Kakar and Parveen Haqnawaz, to Nida Shahnawaz, beloved daughter of late Shahnawaz Kakar and Payal Shahnawaz." The gold brocaded page size card said everything that Payal could not ever see happening in her life or that of her daughter, Nida. Yet her...

Marium Aasan Telecom Bitch Ch. 05

by haramakhrama on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Couplings

MARYUM AASAN, TELECOM BITCH – PART V – THE FOREIGNERS I had come very close to being fired and, with my probationary period extended indefinitely, any further indiscretion would see me back at the mercy of my parents. It was critical that for the near future, I delivered on work above and beyond the call of duty. Rather than my usual 5-6 pm exit, I started...

Ayisha's Escapades Pt. 02

by Navelgazer15 on Jul 17, 2018
Erotic Couplings

This is a sequel to my first story Ayisha's Escapades Part 1, https://www.literotica.com/s/ayishas-escapades-pt-01. Ayisha is a Punjabi Pakistani Housewife on a sabbatical exploring her sexuality like never before. She's married to Hassan, rich and handsome, with a past 'history' of homosexuality. She measures 32C-25-35. This series aims to illustrate her es...

Ayesha of Tim Horton's

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...