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Please read these before | | proceeding below. | |_____________________________________________| ---------------------------------------------------- | No Copyright: I, the creator of this work, hereby | | release it into the public domain. This applies | | worldwide. Further, I grant any entity the right | | to use this work for any purpose, without any | | conditions. Distribute Freely. | |___________________________________________________| Humbled at Tahir's Mehfil by Ghulam Shamsher Osmani Bangalistani "Ardha-Shudra-Linga" A few fortnights back a turning point came in the relationship I had with my Bibi, Zeba. Jagirdar Tahir, one of the foremost zamindars (land-owners) of our region in the Subah (province) of Bangal of the Teymooree (Timurid) Khalifat (Caliphate), decided to host a mehfil (party) for the Navab-e-Bangal, Nawazish Shah and his foremost courtiers. Only a few of the local associates of Zamindar Tahir were invited, and it was a privilege that I, an ordinary accountant, was asked to attend, along with my Bibi. Zeba and I arrived, to find that most of the other guests belonged to the court of Bangal. One of the guests was a large, massively muscled and fearsome Kala (black-skinned) Shudra man. Unlike the other Ashrafi (noble) guests, who all wore kameez on their upper bodies, this savage Dravidian male had his upper body totally bare. He was surrounded by a group of fair-skinned Ashrafi Begums, who were clearly very interested in him. My stomach churned when I saw some of the Begums admiringly touch the large Kala (black) muscles on his chest and his arms. I quickly took my Bibi to the other side of the room and sat with her. After we had enjoyed a few sherbets, Zamindar Tahir came over to us and asked Zeba, "Zeba Begum, why you sitting alone over here ? Why you not joining the other Begums over there ? Zeba was surprised by his question, and, looking at me, did not reply. "Just see the way our Begums are going after that Shudra Aadmi, Qoollee Sahib," he said, and then left. Zeba looked at me again, and I did not konw what to say. We continued to drink sherbet and eat the mutton biryani. Then I saw Zamindar Tahir go over and bring Qoollee Sahib over to us. "See, Nizam-ood-Deen, this is Qoollee Sahib, the General of Nawazish Shah's army," said Tahir. I salaamed the Shudra man. Then he introduced him to my Bibi Zeba. "Qoollee Sahib is very successful in the battle-field, as well as in the bedroom," he said lecherously. The he left. With that Qoollee Sahib started talking to my Bibi. I was angry at this completely strange Shudra man acting this way with my Bibi. Fully of jealousy, I walked towards him to remonstrate. "If you think you are so much of a man, then why don't you fight him ?" asked one Begum loudly. Then I asked one of the Navabs to help. "Help you ? Against a Shudra Goonda ? Even if he was bokking (copulating) my Bibi, I would not dare stop him. And for your Bibi ? Never !" replied the Navab. "You are either a very brave, or a very stupid Aadmi. Whenever Qoollee takes one of our Navabi Aurats (duchesses), none of us Navabs (dukes) ever dared object," said another. With that Qoollee grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty room. There, Qoollee smacked me hard across the face with the back of his hand, causing me to lose my balance. "Now, you let me bokk (copulate) your Bibi," he growled, as he pulled me up again by my kameez. Zeba stood by him, her eyes shining. "Yes, mehboob," she said to Qoollee. "Show him who is the real man. Hit him again for me, Qoollee, I want you to hurt him." Qoollee responded by giving me a blow to the stomach which knocked the wind out of me, and caused me to drop to the floor. "Ya Allah! You are so strong," my Bibi gasped. "It makes me garm to see you beating my Showhar !" As I lay on my side, trying to get my breath, I felt Zeba's foot on my shoulder, pushing me back. Then I felt her foot go onto my face. "That is what you get if you try to come between me and my Aadmi," she informed me, pressing her foot into my mouth. Then he hauled me to my feet, and took me back to the main room. I was sat down onto a divan. I watched in shame as Zeba was taken by Qoollee who had kissed her, and led her to another room upstairs. I could only imagine what was happening in that room. "I was worried he was going to take my Bibi," said Farhan, one of my colleagues. "She was really admiring all his Kala muscles. Good that he took your instead !" "Your Bibi won't be interested in your Kotak Safed Zubb (short white cock) any more after today," laughed one Begum cruelly. "I would not like to be you right now," said another Navab. "I have seen his Lund. It is one qadam (foot) long. No Aurat who has been with him will be interested in any Safedoo again." All these taunts made me more feel more dejected. Curious and jealous, I went upstairs and looked into the room. There I saw one of the Navabs looking in, along with another Begum, while he was stroking his genitals through his pyjamas. "Hey, Nizam-ood-Deen! Your Bibi won't be interested in us Safedoos (fair men) after this," he said. I looked in and was shocked to see my nangi Bibi, her white thighs spread wide, and Qoollee rapidly pounding away. Her dainty white feet were firmly locked around his strong black rump, and her toes were curled upwards as he thrust in and out of her. He pulled almost all the way out on each powerful Dravidian stroke. As I saw his huge Kala Shudra Nara go in and out of my Bibi's Safedi Qoosi (white vagina), I felt like such a foolish qarnu (cuckold) and was totally emasculated. "You should get used to using your hand much more. Your Bibi won't want your Kotak Safed Zubb (short white penis) after today any more," said the Begum. Feeling like an idiot, I slowly went downstairs. j Qoollee came down some time later. Finally, Zeba came back and we went home. Ever since, she has become much more dominant with me. And the Navabs and Begums of the court of Bengal were right. My Bibi has since been addicted to Shudra men. She needs a Shudra-Lund once a fortnight. Aryan Lunds like mine just cannot provide her any satisfaction any more. The End