Aisha

About me ❤️💚🤍

Name: Aisha

Age: 42

Body: 5ft2 36DD 38 44

Location: Bolton England

Relationship: married

Role: submissive

Religion: Muslim

Nationality: Pakistani

Kinks: roleplay, sex comics, sex stories, hijab porn,gangabang,smegma, fat and chubby guys, ugly men, creeps, husbands funeral, Jav porn, bondage, BDSM,raceplay, humiliation, forced play, stalking, faith play, sons bully,age play, wedding day, older men, racist slurs, forced into sin,forced on my prayer mat,forced by family, forced to rim, forced to worship balls, forced to eat bacon, forced control

Limits: poo, blood, gore, animals, tasks, calls, pics

Please don’t ask for pics. Send me porn to chat. I would love to see your imagination.

Intro ❤️

I’ve been married 22 years in an arranged marriage. Im a mom of 2, my son is 17 and my daughter is 18. My husbands isn’t kinky at all and he has no idea about my kinky side. We haven’t had sex in 10 years as he has Multiple sclerosis and his 3 inch cock can’t get an erection no more. I’m addicted to porn and sex stories and Im addicted to edging. I’ve never cheated on my husband. My hubby is an overweight and an angry person. As we are first cousins it’s complicated to divorce him.

I grew up super strict Naqshbandi, my dad was super religious, so almost everything fun was haram. No music, no dating, always niqab and abaya in public. Never went out alone, men and women always separate. All-girls Muslim school Quran, prayers, learning to be modest and perfect. I’ve done a Alima course which is a Islamic teacher course which my father made me do

my family has zero idea about my dark side. I’m a secret porn addict. It’s been my private escape for a long time especially with no fun at home. I hide it completely, when everyone’s asleep, always careful. Nobody knows, not my husband, not my kids, not my strict family. It started as curiosity, now it’s this thing I crave and feel guilty about, but it fills the loneliness in ways nothing else does.

In my culture and our strict Islamic upbringing, mixing with men is forbidden for a big reason to protect modesty, prevent fitnah (temptation and trouble), and stop things from leading to bigger sins like cheating or zina. It’s like keeping fire away from dry wood so nothing burns out of control. The separation between men and women is key because even small glances or talks can spark feelings that grow into something wrong. And the consequences? Huge. Cheating or any kind of affair doesn’t just hurt the marriage it destroys family honor, brings shame on the whole family name, and can lead to total disgrace or worse in some communities. Family values, pride, and honor are everything here. Everything we do reflects on the family, so women especially have to stay pure and modest to keep that honor intact. One slip, even just rumors, and the family pride gets ruined forever. That’s why the rules are so strict it’s all about guarding the family’s reputation and avoiding that kind of pain or scandal.

Being in the Naqshbandi sect probably plays a part in why my husband lost interest in me too. The Naqshbandi way is all about deep spiritual focus lots of dhikr, muraqaba (meditation on God), and turning away from worldly attachments to get closer to Allah. It’s Sufi, so the emphasis on inner purity and detaching from desires can make someone see physical things, even in marriage, as distractions. My husband throws himself into his religious duties, prayers, and leading the community, and that spiritual intensity seems to have made him stitch up his own desires he’s become distant and uninterested in intimacy, like the focus on the soul over the body just shut that part of him down. It leaves me feeling invisible and unwanted

I’ve only ever had sex with my husband which lasted literally less than 5 mins. I didn’t even feel his tiny cock. He’s never made me cum. He doesn’t even allow oral sex as he’s says it’s unclean. Before I was married I randomly met a few guys which I will never forgot. Especially the one at the glory hole.

My husband is fat, lazy, moody and quick to anger, especially when his Multiple Sclerosis and diabetes medication make him feel worse. His body is weak and tired all the time. His cock is tiny and pathetic only 3 inches and it barely gets hard before going soft again. We haven’t had real sex in over ten years. To get pregnant with both our kids we had to go to a fertility clinic he came in a cup and they used a syringe because he couldn’t even do that part himself.

He has never seen me fully naked. He has never made me orgasm. He thinks lingerie is Western trash and blowjobs are dirty and forbidden. He controls every part of my life making me cover up completely, forbidding me from talking to any men, even opening the door to the postman.

He thinks I’m his pure, pious Sufi wife who only needs prayer and modesty.

In reality, he’s a weak, flabby, useless husband who trapped me in a cold, sexless marriage.

I’m stuck here because divorce would bring shame on the entire family.

And he has no idea how much I secretly hate him for the life he’s given me.

I’m into humiliation, being called names and forced corruption chats with porn. I can only cum to porn

If you want to chat send me your age, race,religion, kinks and what your into..

I feel so sinful in these leggings 🍑😈

My fat ass looks so thick . I know men are staring at it imagining what it would feel like to grab, slap, and spread my sinful Muslim cheeks. I’m supposed to be a modest, covered wife who only shows herself to her husband… but here I am, letting my big, round ass be on display like a total slut.

In bed having sinful fantasies about my house being broken into by my sons friends 👿

It’s late at night during Ramadan. My husband is at the mosque for prayers, my daughter is asleep, and my son is in his room playing games. The house is quiet. I’m in my prayer room in my full black abaya and niqab, finishing my late-night prayers on my mat.

I hear soft footsteps.

Before I can react, two of my son’s friends (the same boys who come over for prayers and call me “Aunty” politely in front of my husband) let themselves in through the back door. They have a copied key. They walk straight into my prayer room with evil smiles and hold up their phones they hundreds of secret photos and videos of me changing, in my lingerie, even in the shower.

“If you scream or make a sound, these go to the mosque group, your husband, your daughter’s fiancé’s family, and every boy in the neighbourhood. Your entire family’s honour will be destroyed forever.”

I’m frozen in terror, tears falling under my niqab. These are boys my son trusts… and now they’re here to ruin me.

They start slow and cruel.

They make me strip down to the sinful red lace lingerie they forced me to wear under my abaya. Then they tie my hands behind my back with my own hijab and make me kneel on my prayer mat. For the next two hours they slowly invade every part of my body and faith while my son is just down the hall.

They grope my heavy tits and fat ass over the lace, slap them, call me “fat pig hijabi,” “satanic Muslim whore,” “Aunty the secret anal slut.” They rub their young cocks and balls all over my niqab-covered face, then force me to worship their cocks and balls sliding my tongue deep all over

They make me hold my Quran open while they edge me for hours over my red lace panties, never letting me cum. They rub bacon on my lips and force me to eat pig meat while they finger me, laughing as I choke and sob on my prayer mat.

They write filthy words on my body with marker “Satan’s anal slut,” “Paki pig ass,” “Quran whore” then make me pray in the lingerie with the words hidden under my abaya when I get dressed again.

The whole time they whisper how much they love destroying their friend’s innocent mum the pious Aunty who prays five times a day. They make me hold the Quran open as they stick 2 Cocks in my mouth and slowly out my fat mouth telling me that Muslim moms don’t have fat lips like this

When they finally finish, they cum deep inside my panties, pull them up tight, and send me back to bed like nothing happened. That night I lie next to my sleeping husband with my son’s friends’ cum soaking my panties and the taste of pig meat and young cock still in my mouth.

My family has no idea.

My husband still thinks I’m his pure, pious wife.

My son has no idea his own friends just used his mum like a whore on her prayer mat.

I was born with extra fat lips… and they feel so sinful.

They’re full, soft, and naturally pouty the kind that don’t belong on a modest Muslim wife. In public I have to cover them completely with my niqab. No man outside my family has ever seen them. I walk around with my fat lips sealed behind black fabric, trying to be pure and respectable.

But I can’t stop thinking about how they were made for infidel cocks.

I fantasise about older white men slowly forcing their thick, infidel cocks between my sinful lips as I’m on my prayer mat , slowly stretching them wide while they call me a “fat-lipped Paki Muslim whore” and “Quran-defiling cock sucker.” The contrast between my hidden, pious face and my mouth being used like a cheap slut makes me so wet and ashamed.

I blush under the niqab every time I catch someone staring, wondering if they suspect what a dirty little secret these fat lips are hiding.

Touching my fat sinful lips while I should be reciting Quran 💋

These full, pouty lips are supposed to be pure the same lips I use to read the holy book every single day. But all I can think about is how they were made for something filthy. I fantasise about being on my knees on my prayer mat, Quran open right in front of me, while a man slowly forces his cock between my lips. He makes me suck him slowly, gagging and drooling all over the pages while he calls me his Quran whore and fat-lipped Muslim slut

The humiliation of mixing something so sacred with something so dirty makes me throb with shame

My husband is too busy reading the Quran, thinking his wife is being the perfect modest Muslim mommy.

But look at me… hair out, tongue out, feeling like such a sinful mommy. 😜

I’m getting bad thoughts again. I keep imagining being tormented and humiliated while he’s busy with his holy book forced onto my prayer mat in my abaya, someone slapping my big paki tits, calling me a fat sinful mommy pig until I’m moaning like a needy little bitch right under his nose. All while I’m forced to take it

My tongue is out because I’m secretly craving something filthy like piss and cum

I’m supposed to be a good Muslim mommy