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Title: The Shudra Faujdar's Eed Visit
Author: Moolla Nizamoollah Najm Asaf-Jah "Hazrat Shudralingayyat"
Code: shudra, shudra-lund, pandoo (cuckold), begum (femdom), bibi (wife), pa-bosi
(foot-licking)
Category: Mughal, Shudra
Source: Oudhi Persian folk-tale
Date of Composition : at least 19th century AD
Status: Prep.

I meekly waited outside the bath door. My Bibi was just finishing her milk bath. Finally, the door
opened and I had the honour of setting eyes on the naked form of my Bibi.

As provocative as Ghasiti's Iranic beauty is, as glamourous as her gorgeous Oudhi face is, no aspect
of her is more sublimely defined, as perfectly structured, or as purely erotic as her Musulmani Qoon.
It is a womanly qoon of expansive curvaciousness, a full-blooming sumptuous rump, perfect in its
baby-like smoothness and lush volume. It is a Gumbad that turns heads wherever she goes, for her tight
shalwars and churidaars only serve to heighten her curves and enhance the width of her hips.

She is Ghasiti Shah-banu, the *Nawab-banu* of Bengalistan, one of the largest and wealthiest subahs
(provinces) of the Timurid Caliphate of Hindustan, the last and sole legitimate remnant of the Islamic
world-caliphate of Timur the Great. And I am her husband, the Shah of Bengalistan, Nawazish Shah
(king). Reporting directly to the Teymooree Khalifah in Delhi, the very shadow of Allah on Earth, I
was fortunate enough to be obtain my position by marrying the daughter of the Shah of Bengalistan. I
humbly waited upon my dominating wife, holding her kohl eye-liner.

"So, Solla (ass-hole), what do you think ? Do you think your Shudra Huzoor (Shudra master) will like
this ?" Ghasiti asked, her voice husky with sarcasm.

My Bibi shifted her weight onto one heel and then the other in a taunting pose. Her fabulous,
perfect black-haired Irani (Aryan) Qoosi mound was at the center of action. Before I could answer, my
Bibi started to turn slowly before me, intentionally pausing as her voluptuous ass-cheeks confronted
my admiring face. She knew full well the hypnotic effect Her magnificent rump held over me. I thanked
Allah for giving me that heavenly moment as Ghasiti Begum allowed me to savour the bulbuous beauty of
her expansive white Aryan Gumbad, a substantial pair of faultless cheeks, separated by that holy, deep
crack.

Standing motionless, Ghasiti drank deeply from her sherbet and talked to me in a slow sarcastic
voice.

"I know how you would like to press those oolloo (faggot) lips against my holy Gumbad, you
kota-zubb (short-cock)," she said sarcastically. Bending slightly, she intentionally pushed her lush
white buttocks outwards, her precious anal crack opening.

"I know how you would like to chuso up and down my crack, you dumb oolloo choosak (faggot sucker)."
she hissed with pure disdain.

Loving the sight being so proudly presented to me, I gasped in pleasure. Begum started to wave her
juicy bottom slowly from side to side, teasing me to no end.

"Take a good look, Nawaz. Look where Qoolee Sahib will be poking that huge black Shudra Nara (cock)
of his tonight," she moaned [-]. "Take a good, long look," She repeated, as her sideways motions
morphed into slow circular gyrations. It was a feast for my eyes, viewing the lush contours of superb
baby-smooth Oudhi flesh gyrating just a short distance from my face. How I yearned to sink my face
between her wonderful ivory-complexioned buttocks.

"I will grant you the privilege of bosoing my Gumbad and chusoing my Qoon only after you chuso your
Shudra Huzoor's big Kala Zubb like a nice Safed Qoonee Bacha," She explained.

Ghasiti resumed Her upright posture and turned while sipping Her sherbet. Her gorgeous eyes
focussed on me with a look filled with pure contempt. Gazing up at Her beautiful face, my eyes began
to fall gradually down past Her proud, pert breasts, down to Her perfect Qoosi.

"Yes, take a good, long look at this too, little man," chided the Begum, lightly running her red
fingernails through the black curls of Her womanhood.

"Look at the place where Qoolee will be shoving his huge black Shudra Lund. Look where you can never
enter again with your pathetic short Aryan zubb," she taunted. "You know what? My little
oolloo-husband, I love what I make him do to you."

Suddenly looking at the sand-clock, she then snapped, "Oolloo! Because of you I have become late.
He will be here very soon. Now, sit at the side of the room." Stepping away from me, she started to
put on her clothes.

Kneeling beside her, I watched Ghasiti Begum wear her erotic tight-fitting shalwar and her kameez.
Then she put on her make-up, fastidiously arranging the diadem on Her forehead, and putting on her
lip-stick. My *bibi* sat at her make-up table, putting the last touches on her face, glowing as she
looked down at me, dressed in a transparent shalwar kameez.

Just as Ghasiti was about to put on her bracelets, a knock on the front door was audible. A heavy
expectancy flooded the atmosphere of the room, while the look which appeared on my Bibi's face was one
of contained excitement, like an eager hostess about to greet Her most important guest. The
scandalous decadence of the whole situation, the pure depravity of what my marriage had become,
cascaded over me with a nauseating numbness.

"He is already here! Solla, Ass-hole! *Suwar ka baccha*, Son of a pig! You have made me late. Go and
let him in." She snapped.

Her words were very harsh, for She had become extremely restless and vexed over the last few weeks.
this always happened when her Shudra Yaar was away for a long period [@]. She eagerly had been eagerly
awaiting him for so long, missing his magnificent Dravidian Lund [/]. My small pink Aryan erection had
no chance of satisfying her. and as the days grew, she became more and more restless, more and more
frustrated. I tried to quench her flames with my small ivory Muslim shaft, but I could in no way hope
to quench her thirst fully [+]. That remarkable fact only a long black Shudra shaft could achieve. In
fact, I was extremely relieved whenever Qoolee Sahib came, for he satisfied her and she henpecked me
less.

Qoolee Sahib had not visited us for at least six fortnights. Usually he came at least once a week
and sometimes he would even stay for days on end. Once we had gone on pilgrimage to the shrine of a
Ghazi at Moradabad for two forthnights. He and my Bibi occupied the bed while I, the cuckold husband,
slept on the floor at their feet. During this entire period, his magnificent Shudra Nara had scarcely
left her tight Musulmani Qoosi. But that had been a long time ago. Lately, the Faujdar had been out of
the country, on campaigns in distant regions, directing the strong Shudra soldiers who defended the
Timurid Caliphate and our Subah. But last night he had sent a sealed letter via a messenger, giving me
instructions on how to prepare my Bibi and myself for him.

I walked across the courtyard to the large doorway. I slowly opened the door, the teak door,
exquisitely carved in the Rajputana style of Raja Jai Singh, carefully hiding myself behind it,
peeping about its edge. I saw that it was indeed Him, as expected. His demon-like black face inspired
fear in me whenever I saw him [%]. His Jharkhand nose was thick at the root, its great width exceeding
its length. His jaw protruded like a gorilla, buck-toothed and with with thick everted lips. His
Dravidian skin was rough and was of a deep black complexion, the result of centuries of outdoor work.
He had the rough features of the Shudra castes of the Sunderban mangrove jungles and the Rajmahal hills
of Jharkhand. The sight of a Shudra man was always highly intimidating for me, as for most Aryan,
especially Muslim, men. However, this beast of a man was far more fearsome, for he was exceedingly
strong and equally ugly. His black achoot (Untouchable) chest was bare, and covered in muscles, His
awesome physical strength was the result of evolution over thousands of years as his ancestors worked
under extremely hard labour as the Shudra caste. In short, he was as the *Shaytan* of the Quran, the
very devil incarnate. He was the great warrior, the faujdar (general) of the army of the Timurid
province of Bengal, having risen from the rank of lowly soldier. This was my wife's Shudra Yar
(lover).

Humbly bowing and respectfully salaaming him, I bade him to enter. He nodded slighly in response,
barely recognizing my greeting. Opening the door, I bowed and bade him to enter, in the traditional
Timurid style. Such was the immense intimidation I felt from his glinting eyes that I sheepishly
averted my gaze away from Him. He entered and I guided him to a marble chair wrought in the style of
Shah Jehan, and inlaid with precious Kashmir sapphires, reserved for our more esteemed and
aristocratic guests. He sat down.

The *Qala Faujdar*, the Black General, sat on the marble carved chair. He nodded and I went to the
bedroom where my wife the Queen, Ghasiti Begum, the *Nawab-Banu* of Murshidabad, was waiting.

"Huzoor Qoolee Sahib has arrived and awaits you, Begum," I told her, kneeling at her feet.

Seated at her make-up table, she was putting the last touches on her face. Glowing as she looked
down at me, dressed in a tight-fitting erotic shalwar kameez, she ordered,

"*Solla* (Ass-hole), then you may put my anklets on me, Nawaz," she told me briskly while lifting
one high arched, naked qadam (foot). Picking up one of her pearl-studded anklets, I slowly placed it
onto her lovely ivory-complexioned qadam. I bent to place a kiss on her big toe and inhaled the musky
scent of her lovely qadam.

My *begum* wore only the finest jewellery and it was my responsibility to care for all of it.

Lifting up one of her elaborately designed black Moradabadi sandals, I placed the shoe onto her
right qadam. I could never stop to marvel at Begum's outstanding choice of shoes. Begum only wore the
finest footwear and it was also my duty to take care of it all.

Then She lifted Her other foot. I slipped a golden anklet on her left foot, again bending to place a
kiss on her big toe. Next, I slipped the other Moradabadi sandal onto her left foot.

Rising, my Bibi stood in front of the mirror. She stood before me in all her voluptuous
glory, her body reflected in the mirror. She wore a slightly transparent kameez beneath which she
wore a tight-fitting shalwar. The tight blue shalwar tightly hug her full-shaped legs, but reached
only up to her upper thighs. Each shalwar leg-piece was tied up by a trouser-string at the upper
thigh. Her heavy hips and her hairy Qoosi was thus bare. This was the style of the shalwar kameez
introduced by Nur Jehan, and soon became the rage of all the ladies of the Mughal State. Her long and
luminous black hair flowed down her back. Her large and succulent breasts were somewhat visible
through the kameez, having grown rounder and fuller in excitement. Her large brown nipples were stiff
and jutting from her pink Irani flesh.

"Begum is truly beautiful," I mumbled. "Begum truly looks ready."

"Yes," she answered. "I love being his Zali (bitch). I am ready." I held the exquisitely carved
Malabari teak darwaza (door) for her and walked dutifully behind her as she went to her Shudra Yaar. I
was tremendously excited.

Qoolee Sahib was initially discovered by one of the Musulman Begums of the court. She forced her
husband to give him rapid promotions, and soon he was adorning the court. Qoolee Sahib soon joined
the Timurid Lashkar. Being one of the few Shudra men at the court of Murshidabad, he was eagerly
sought out by the Mughal begums. Soon, Qoolee Sahib's reputation for Zubb (penis) size had spread
throughout the court, making him extremely popular amongst the court begums (ladies), and made him the
envy of the nawabs, sultans and shahs of the court [$]. Soon, he had seduced most of the ladies of the
court [*]. The nawabs and begs of the court had a severe case of penis inferiority complex whenever
they saw Qoolee Sahib.

Ghasiti had no doubt heard about Qoolee's assets from the other begums of the court. Qoollee and
Ghasiti first became lovers at an Eed mehfil (party). That night at the mehfil, four other begums were
courting Qoolee Sahib. But when Shah-Banu Ghasiti Begum approached him, he decided to go for the
Queen. While Ghasiti Begum was not the Shahanshah Banu (Empress) of the Timurid Caliphate, yet she was
a Shah-Banu (Queen), for she was the Shah-Banu of Bengal. Nobody dared question him because of his
extreme physical strength.

I hoped that Ghasiti would be discreet, but she took him to the hostess' bedroom and bokked (sexed)
him there itself. Some of the court guests glanced at each other and smirked behind their sherbet
glasses. Of course there was nothing I could do. Everybody was intimidated by the Shudras, and nobody
would dare to challenge Qoolee Sahib taking any begum. Moreover, my Bibi was the daughter of the Nizam
of Dacca, ruler of the eastern part of the Timurid Empire. While my family was also of ashrafi (noble)
Musulman stock, and just as powerful as hers, yet both our families were far away. For the court, she
was the Shah-Banu (queen), the premier Sultana.

That first fateful night, Ghasiti told me later that he was not able to insert his huge Dravidian
Zubb fully into her tight white vagina. In fact, he had to wear a towel at the bottom to prevent from
paining her. As time went by, however, she said he was able to insert more and more of his Kala
mammoth trunk into her. At the same time, she was getting looser and losser as he was gradually
stretching her out. Meanwhile, my small Aryan penis managed to provide less and less friction inside
my bibis fuddi, leading to a continues decrease in her pleasure. Finally, once he was able to fully
insert his majestic Shudra Zubb inside her precious Muslim Fuddi, he had stretched her out fully, and
she could not even feel me any more, and my Doodool was unable to provide her any satisfaction. His
huge black Dravidian Zubb had by then stretched out her Qoos, spoiling it for the Doodools of Aryan
men, and above all ruining it for my own short pink Oudhi Muslim Zubb. It was painfully clear: I had
lost the sexual competition for my Bibi to the superior Shudra male.

That was when she cut me off from her Fuddi altogether, and only allowed her Shudra man's Nara inside
her precious love hole. She did not let me into her vagina because she said that she had been
stretched out too much. Thereafter, she only let me bok her foot if I behaved well, and let me enjoy
her Qoon (anus) if I was very good. Of course, that did not mean that only I had access to her lovely
Qoon - her Shudra Yaar could use it whenever he wanted too.

From that evening to date the Faujdar had been my Bibi's yaar and that fact has changed our lives.
My Bibi utilized his masculinity to bring me to heel as her naukar and ghulam. My whole life came to
be structured around obedience to her. She immediately reduced me to her naukar, gradually increasing
her dominance till I was reduced to her ghulam. Furthermore, she forced me to worship her qadams
(feet) and sweaty Qoon with my mouth. Our *Begum-Ghulam* relationship, thus started, was initially
secret, but she made it known after a while.

Ghasiti stood before her Yaar, her breasts heaving. She said nothing as his eyes drank her in.

Meekly standing beside her, I bowed. "My Bibi is ready for you, Huzoor," I told the Shudra Faujar.
This was usually how they wanted it, for me to present Ghasiti Begum to him like that. Especially
since I had helped her to dress up for him. His eyes inspected her, running over her curvy body as she
stood, her chin proudly lifted, not looking at him.

That I called him "Huzoor" (master) was no game. He was my superior as much as my Bibi was my
superior. Instinctively, I knew that I belonged at their feet, their obedient and willing ghulam. As I
submitted, I felt that incredible feeling of rightness. I was where I belonged. I was in my place.

I saw Ghasiti extend her slender arms towards her Yaar's neck, a look of absolute tenderness glazing
Her large almond eyes, a look of longing, a look of such happiness, undiluted glee at His fearsome
appearance. It was the look of Love.

She was truly in love with this masculine Shudra man. "I love you so much," she said as they embraced.
My Begum's sweet words, delivered in her sweet voice, felt like a dagger through my heart. Yet Ghasiti
Begum's words were delivered from the bottom of Her heart, a soulful declaration with that
unmistakable look of bliss radiating from Her Aryan eyes.

Both were savouring this moment. After a moment, the Faujdar reached out and started running his
hands over her body, across her breasts and stomach. His strong black hands ran around her back,
feeling her Gumbad (buttocks), running his hands over her full cheeks, kneading and hefting them. He
was enjoying this adoring woman.

Yet, strangely, in spite of my humiliation, I was incredibly aroused. I do not believe that my Zubb
had ever been harder. The sight of my lovely fair Muslim Bibi in a black Shudra man's arms, her
delicate body fondled and explored by his rough black hands, aroused me as nothing else could. It was
as if my own short Aryan Doodool was trying to compete with the large black Shudra Zubb, and was
attempting to become as large and as hard as possible. Sometimes, when I made love to Ghasiti's qoon,
or when I was masturbating, I would picture my Bibi with her white Aryan Muslim legs wrapped around
her strong black Shudra lover. At other times, I would imagine that I was a Shudra man, and that it was
MY big black Dravidian Zubb up inside Ghasiti's Qoos. Meanwhile, she moved into his arms and clung to
him, her body responding to the caresses of his hands. Their lips were glued together in a long,
passionate kiss. I fell to my knees between them.

Slowly, I crawled to the side, ignored by them. Qoolee Sahib was down to shalwars. I watched as my
Bibi reached into Faujdar Qoolee Sahib's shalwars and drew out his flaccid black Shudra Zubb. In a few
heart-pounding moments, Ghasiti had Qoolee's thick, long Dravidian prick right in front of Her wide
eyes.

"Oh, mehboob!" my Bibi moaned, savouring the truly monstrous Sunderbani Lund and equally impressive
testicles.

The long Dravidian Zubb hung down between His legs like a fat cucumber, flaccid and circumcised. The
Lund hung down, thickly veined and powerful looking in its heavy girth. His Gunis (testicles), the
size of tomatoes, hung heavily, suspended by His long, pendulous scrotom.

The sight of His enormous black Shudra penis never failed to impress and intimidate me. It always
knocked out whatever little manhood I had left after seeing his fearsome black body. I always felt
like half a man in front of his Lund, no matter how angry I was when he was not around. Its sheer size
never failed to amaze me, and it had mesmerized my Bibi from the first night itself.

In fact, the Shudra Faujdar had the largest Zubb by far that I had ever seen. Of course, the Shudra
average is well above the Aryan, the Aryan Zubb having shrunk in the cold climates of the northern
lands of Iran, and the Shudra Zubb becoming enlarged in the warm Dravidian lands. But Qoolee's Zubb was
well above even the handsome Shudra average. In fact, it belonged to the largest class of Shudra Lunds,
the category which is generally denominated "Telinga" or "Teloogoo", named after the famed caste of
Telugu warriors in the Timurid armies who were known for their brute strength and their incredible
penis size. Zubbs of the Telugu size simply do not exist amongst the Aryan races. It was the kind of
Zubb the begums call "Gondwana Black Snake" or "Sunderban Black Snake". The first time I had seen it,
I wondered if it was real. Even when flaccid it was still twice as large as my own Aryan Doodool when
fully erect. I have seen many naked men in the Islamic bath houses, and have never seen an Aryan man
with a zubb even half his size. In fact, it was a full one foot long when erect, a fearsome black
cannon. Looking at the Shudra's enormous Zubb, I could hardly blame Ghasiti for preferring this man to
me. His superior Dravidian Zubb outclassed my inferior Aryan one like a mahal outclassed a garh, like
a bull outclassed a rabbit. With fantastic Zubbs like these, it was no wonder that the Shudras were so
successful in salting away our women. I wonderd how come some of our women had intercourse with us at
all.

Moreover, his Zubb was circumcised, for Qoolee was a Nau-Muslim (new Muslim). Due to their skin
color, the newly converted Shudras did not merge into the mainstream Perso-Arabic Muslim society, but
remained aloof as Shudra Muslims or Nau-Muslims. Like most women, my Bibi of course preferred
circumcised men, knowing that their erections lasted longer on account of the decreased sensitivity.
In fact, my Bibi belonged to that category of Muslim women who refused to have intercourse with
uncircumcised men. However, in case of Shudra men she made an exception, their large size and immense
physical strength partly offsetting the disadvantage of being uncircumcised. But Qoolee Sahib had the
best of both worlds, combining the large Shudra penis size with the decreased sensitivity of
circumcision of an Islamic Zubb.

Wrapping her dainty fair Aryan hand around its pitch-black girth she squeezed it so that it leaped
and twitched in her hand. Under her ministration, his black bull-penis swelled into its hugeness like
a great Kala cannon, its head standing proud and ready to *bokk*.

"I love that Solla Qala Shudra Zubb. It is madar-jendeh great. Solla Buzurg hai. Asshole it is big."
she moaned.

She swore her undying devotion to Shudra men, promising once again that no Safedoo Doodool (white
prick) will ever enter her sacred Qoosi (vagina) any more. I knew that well, for I could only use her
sacred anus with my short Aryan Doodool. Then she asked him how her ghulam husband could serve him.
He said he had not washed his Zubb for so many days, and needed a Safedoo Mosie man to clean it.

"You are at the right place. My oolloo (faggot) husband knows how to chuso Shudra Zubbs very well,"
she whispered, and then kissed him deeply on his rough mouth. Pulling her coral-red mouth off her
Shudra Yaar's thick black lips, my Bibi-Begum (wife-madam) turned to me. Ghasiti's hand grasped his
penis once again. She looked down at me, a cruel smile on her lovely face. Then she snapped her
fingers and hissed, "Nawaz! Come here and chuso your Huzoor's (master's) Zubb. Make him ready for me!
Now!"

As I crawled on my knees to the embracing couple, my mind leapt back to the first time my Bibi had
made me chuso her Shudra Yar (lover). It was more than two saal (years) back, and Ghasiti had forced me
to give him numerous promotions in the army. I was intensely jealous of her Shudra Yaar. Rumours had
started, and the court nobles and general public were taunting me vigorously about my wife's open
infidelity, calling me a cuckold and wittol in numerous jokes. Stung by these humiliations, I became
more jealous and objected to her sleeping with Qoolee Sahib, and we had a few arguments. The next time
he came, she forced me to chuso his big black Dravidian Zubb to break my spirit. At first, I tried to
oppose him and assert my manliness in front of my Bibi, but it was to no avail. My pale pink nawabi
Aryan body was no match for his strong black Shudra warrior-body. He broke me in well, and beat me
badly that night. Being forced to chuso another man's Lund, especially in front of your own Bibi, is a
very humbling experience. It was intensely humiliating. My Begum knew that being forced to become a
lund-choos destroys a man's masculinity, assertiveness and aggressiveness. I became docile, tractable
and submissive after that day. Also, I became more accepting of him taking my Bibi after that. She
made me meditate on his Lingam, saying that the Black Stone at the Kaaba was the large Kala Lingam of
the Dravidian God Shiva. This act of fellatio then became part of the general routine, and gradually
my Bibi conditioned me to consider it an honour to chuso him.

Further, since that day she has insisted that I call his stupendous organ by the respectful Dravidian
word of "Lingam", just as she did. She insisted that his organ was too large to be called by such
Farsi words as zubb, lund, alif, qir, jard or doodool. Such words were only to be used to refer to the
short fair penises of Aryan men. And only a purely Dravidian word should be used to refer to the
Faujdar's Shudra organ, she reasoned.

Ghasiti Begum's delicate fair Aryan hand grasped his oversized Shudra Zubb. Looking down at me, a
lovely predator-like smile appeared on her lovely face. "My cuckold husband," she cooed as her
wonderful hand caressed my cheek. Smirking devilishly down at me, she said, "Recite your prayers, for
this is the Black Stone of Mecca." Quietly I recited my prayers in Arabic. Then she grabbed my hair
with her first and pushed my face towards his groin. "Bos my Yaar's Qala Shudra Lingam! Do it, you
Haramzada (Bastard)!" she ordered.

With my face being pushed towards the mammoth Dravidian organ, I obeyed and placed my lips on the
qinaaf (glans) of the Faujdar's black Lingam. Reverently, I kissed the hanging giant qinaaf on the
ghaz (slit), not daring to touch it with my hands as I knew from experience what the consequences
would be. Running my zaban (tongue) from the glans to the root, where my Bibi held the shaft, my lips
could feel his hot flesh.

Lewdly she encouraged him to dominate and beat me as I chusoed him. He slapped me after I had just
started, and he told me to do it better. She laughed. This was an act of her dominance.

I glanced up at my Bibi's face. She was obviously mesmerized by the sight of her fair Oudhi Muslim
husband sucking her lover's large black Shudra Lingam (penis). One of her hands was inside her shalwar,
fingering her sacred Qoos. My Bibi said that he became much harder than usual after I chatoed him.

Finally, I finished, and sat back on my knees.

"Have you lost your manners, O son of a pig ? Suwar ka baccha ? You Safed Haramzada, have you lost
your manners ? You Oolloo you ! Thank your Huzoor for allowing you the privilege of preparing him for
your Bibi!" Begum ordered.

"Thank you for allowing me to chato your Holy Lingam, o Huzur." I mumbled as she turned around. My
Bibi's smile instantly returned when she turned Her attention back to Qoollee Sahib, who enjoyed the
outburst as much as she did.

Then she pulled up her kameez and showed me her buttocks. "Now, you have been a good boy by licking
my Yaar's Buzurg Qala Shudra-Lingam (big black Shudra cock). So now, you may lick my Sola (ass-hole)."
Presented with the sight of her silky smooth white Oudhi buttocks, and granted her permission I began
to kiss them and lick them. My licking gradually centered on her precious Sola (anus) and I darted my
zaban all over it.

The first time I kissed my wife's Qoos was illuminating. Of course I would not have performed that
degrading act in a normal situation. However, she was well aware that the intimidating effect a Shudra
man would have on a Muslim man, so she ordered me to perform this task in the presence of her Shudra
Yar. There was no chance of me resisting then, and I submitted to her will in front of her dominant
Shudra yaar. Since then, she conditioned me to consider it a privilege to lick her sacred Gand (anus),
and later she would only let me do this after I had chusoed her Shudra Yar's Lingam.

Suddenly my Begum-Bibi pushed me away, thrusting her marvellous buttocks into my face. Then she
walked over to the diwan and stripped off her shalwar kameez. Lying back, she spread her white legs,
exposing her glistening wet Musulmani Qoosi. Sensuously she moved her hands down to her Aryani Qoosi
and pulled the lips apart, inviting the Faujdar, her face a mask of lust. Seeing her like that, the
Shudra drew himself from my mouth and wnet to her. I could see her staring at his large Shudra Zubb,
hard and went from the chusoing I had just given it. The glans was coal-black, engorged withe the
blood of this stallion of a man.

Expertly, the Shudra Faujdar went between her legs, which opened wider for him. Kneeling between
them, he then positioned his organ at the opening of her sacred Qoosi. She then made me guide his
Lingam to her garm Qoos. With her naked feet propped on either side of his head, he nudged the tip of
his incredibly long Shudra Lingam between her pink Aryan Qoosi lips. On my knees beside them, I took
out my own, much smaller, fair Aryan Muslim Zubb and lightly began to stroke myself.

This was what I lived for now. This exquisite moment when I could see this bull-man take my Bibi. In
fact, I could ONLY obtain an erection thinking about a Shudra man with a Muslim woman. And I could only
have an orgasm seeing Qoolee's big black Shudra Lingam bok (fuck) my Begum's white Muslim Qoos
(vagina).

As the Faujdar ran his Lingam up and down the thick lips of Ghasiti's Qoosi, I could she was becoming
more and more garm. Expertly he played within the thick folds of her qoosi lips, teasing her with that
large, black Zubb, entering her a little and then pulling out. Then he re-entered her again, moving
only slowly. After enjoying this for a while, he then started to rythmically pump in and out of her.

Both of them moaned in unison at the moment when his great testicle sack touched my Bibi's bottom.
It was an exquisite moment, one my Bibi and I had anticipated for the last few fortnights. We would
lay in bed, idly talking and making love, chatting about the Shudra Faujdar and what he would do with
her. A few days back, she asked me how much I liked seeing her bokk her Shudra Yaar. I told her that it
was intensely humiliating for me.

"Don't lie, you Safedoo Haramzada (white bastard). I know how hard your little fair Doodool becomes
after I have been with my Shudra Yaar! Don't lie, I know you like it very much, seeing me with him,"
she scolded me. I thought she had never noticed, but it was true - my own short pink Aryan Doodool
became harder than ever the few days after she had been with her Shudra Yaar.

Several times Ghasiti would reach a climax as she spoke of the exquisite feeling of that moment when
the Faujdar first sank his Dravidian Lingam in all the way, and how he would bokk her with that huge
Teloogoo of his as she ould feel his heavy hairy Gunis (testicles) slamming against her Jufta. While
it was intensely humbling for me to hear her describe this, yet it excited me no end. Strangely, it
was even more exciting when the real thing was happening.

Then I caught Ghasiti looking at me from the bed.

My Bibi beckoned me to come to her. I knew what she wanted. We would kiss while the Faujdar started
to bokk her. It was a kiss in which I delivered up my soul to my Bibi as another man, a superior Shudra
man, entered her, a kiss in which I felt my love for her as at no other time. As the Faujdar pumped in
and out of her, we continued to kiss.

"Now, start your Qadam-Bos (foot-sucking) on me," she said. She told me she loved to have me chuso
her toes and lick her feet while the Shudra man bokked her with his superior Dravidian Lingam.

His strokes were extremely powerful, his Zubb ramming into her like a cannon. And with each strong
stroke his long Shudra Lingam came almost out of her, the head of his zubb exposed so that she was
receiving the entire length of his enormous Zubb. Ghasiti lay back swooning, swept away in the waves
of lust and sex. I continued to suck her toes as this happened. Her foot in my face, I masturbated my
short Doodool as he ganod her.

Suddenly, Ghasiti Begum kicked my face away from her foot. "Bos your Huzoor's Qoon so that he can
shoot his thukm (sperm) inside of me!" she shouted.

This was a sign that she wanted him to ejaculate inside of her. Somehow, my Bibi had made the
brilliant discovery that the feeling of a fair Nawabi Muslim man licking his anus, together with a
tight Aryan Muslim vagina around his Zubb, made the Shudra Faujdar ejaculate soon.

Bowing in humility I moved away, going to my knees behind the Faujdar. From that vangate point I
watched as the muscular Shudra hips pounded in and out of my Bibi's groin with long, slow thrusts. From
this awesome point I could not just see his giant Shudra shaft go all the way in and out of my Bibi's
Qoosi, but I could also see his heavy low-hanging Dravidian testicles slapping against her Muslim
jufta (perinaeum). My Begum said that this was also a major reason why she preferred Shudra males, for
she enjoyed the feeling of having their larger testicles slapping against her buttocks.

Moving my face up to the Faujdar's muscular black gumbad (buttocks) I rubbed my fair Aryan hands on
his Shudra buttock-cheeks and admired them. Truly, it was an honour for me to worship the gumbad of
this Shudra Faujdar. Full of humility I bossed (kissed) his firm Dravidian buttocks. It required skill
to move my head in time with his stroking my Bibi. I can tell that the taste and smell of the Shudra
man's Gumbad was totally different from that of my Bibi. Whereas my Bibi's Gumbad was very feminine
and graceful, the Shudra man's was rough and masculine.

Spreading his buttock-cheeks, I then kissed his Jufta (ass-crack). Kissing around his Qoon (anus), I
moved closer and closer until finally I had planted my lips directly on his Dravidian anus and kissed
it repeatedly. I kissed my Huzoor's black Sola (ass-hole) while he bokked (sexed) my Bibi. A trick
was required in order to kiss his Qoon as he pumped by Begum. Each time he would pull out, his buttock
cheeks would naturally part, thereby exposing his holy Shudra anus. It was at this time that I could
respectfully kiss his Qoon (anus). I can assure every man that kissing your Bibi's Shudra Yaar's Qoon
while he bokks (sexes) your Bibi is very humbling, and the first time it will be an excruciating
torture.

After kissing it repeatedly, I started to lick it. Each time he thrust out, my zaban swirled around
his Qoon. Then I started running my zaban up and down his Jufta (the length of his crack). This was
not just a slight running up and down - my zaban was firmly pressed against his Jufta (crack) as it
travelled, cleaning up his precious oil and sweat which had accumulated over the last few fortnights
in his abnusi Jufta (ebony crack). I groveled behind the Faujdar as he bokked my beautiful Ghasiti
Begum. I was eager to do a good job. For, if he was satisfied with my work, my Bibi would let me chuso
her Qoosi as he bokked (sexed) her.

Then he pulled almost all the way out, and held his buttock still. I knew what this meant. With my
mouth firmly glued around his holy anal ring, I sucked deeply and slowly pushed in my zaban (tongue).
It slipped inside his Shudra anus and I had the privilege of savouring his rectal oils now. Feeling
invigourated, it felt like I was ingesting and imbibing his superior masculinity. Then he started to
pump. Now I had to move my face in unison with his buttocks, my zaban embedded inside his anus. The
best method to achieve this objective was to suck firmly at the anal crack, the suction helping to
prevent my face from being detached from his anus.

After a while, Ghasiti asked him if I had done a good job. Qoolee replied that I indeed had.

Eagerly, I moved beneath his jufta so that my lips could have the honour of licking her sacred
Muslim Qoosi. The Faujdar began to bokk into her hard. I licked her Qoosi lips as Qoolee Sahib's large
Kala Zubb slid in and out of her female core. As I licked, my zaban also touched Qoolee's zubb and I
felt him jump at the first touch. My lips were partly against his black Shudra Lingam and partly on
Ghasiti's fair Qoosi. My tongue slid over the meeting place of Shudra Lingam and Aryan Qoosi. I settled
down to a regular rhythm, matching theirs as my zaban licked over the Shudra Lund and then over to
Ghasiti's Aryan Qoosi. The Shudra man began pounding against my Bibi, bokking her hard, thrusting his
groins into her. Ghasiti was moaning and crying out loudly. Then she began sobbing, her heavy breath
coming in great long signs in time with the stroking of his huge black Dravidian Lund. As they both
neared orgasm, I struggled to maintain contact.

Suddenly I could sense that the Faujdar was about to climax.

The Faujdar let out a huge moan and pressed his body firmly against Ghasiti's, so that he was in her
right up to his gunis (testicles). Finally Qoolee Sahib let out a loud groan and I felt his eggs
contract as he sent his thukm (thukm) deep inside Ghasiti Begum. His powerful Zubb convulsed as he
spouted his thukm deep into Ghasiti's womb. He shot into her several times. When he was done, he moved
aside.

My Bibi then told me to clean up. Finally, I was allowed to savour her full Qoosi. She only let me
put her mouth to her Qoosi after her Shudra Yar had ejaculated inside her. I can hardly describe the
intensity of my feelings at that moment. I slid my zaban inside Ghasiti's hot, wet Safedi (white)
Shalfiya (vagina) sliding against her slick surfaces, so well lubricated by my Huzoor's Thukm.

"Do a good job, otherwise I might get pregnant. Just imagine your face if I push out a little black
Shudra baby from my sweet white legs," she taunted me as I licked.

Reverently and worshipfully, I worshipped her sacred Muslim Qoosi, for I was her ghulam-husband, her
naukar-cuckold. As I kissed her sacred fount, I drank deeply from the fountain of youth. The amount
of thook the Shudra Faujdar had deposited inside my Bibi's sweet Irani Qoosi was hardly to be believed.

Of course, the deep interior of my Bibi's womb was still coated with the Faujdar's white thook. To
release this deeply planted thook, she squeezed her Qoosi muscles to push this into my mouth. I
licked and sucked and swallowed until I had consumed it all and cleansed all of her holy Qoosi.
This was something I knew I would have the privilege of doing many times that night.

Notes

[%] Shudra and Habshi men dominted all spheres of physical activity, especially the muscle sports. The
blacks dominated the police, army and sports. Richard Burton noticed this all-pervading fear of black
masculinity: "Both Hindis [his term for Mughals] and Hindoos [his term for Indo-Aryans] have a fear of
blackamoors".

[+] Saha notes the quarrels between Nawazish and Ghasiti Begum,
"Nawazish Khan was an effeminate man and addicted to feminine joys. He
loved company of females, dancing girls, actresses. He brought many
blooming dancing girls and singers from Agra and Delhi to Murshidabad
for entertainments. As he was impotent and unable to satisfy his wife
physically, much exasperation persisted between him and his consort
Ghasiti. Often, serious quarrels took place between the two, which
came to the kowledge of several nobles of Murshidabad."
- (`Princesses, Begams and Concubines,' by Dr. B.P.Saha, Tarang
Paperbacks, Vikas Publishing House, New Delhi, 1992, p.78)

[$] As noted by Saha, it was very common for ladies of the later Timurid court of Delhi to engage in
sexual relations with low-born, mostly Shudra, men:

"The women-folk, leading an isolated life inisde the four walls of the
harem, were inquisitive of the free life outside. May were sex-hungry as
polygamy and perverse sex was quite common. Moreover, many women living
in seclusion suffered from nymphomania. These sex hungry elements
adopted fair or foul means to satisfy their passionate impulses. Being
denied of free meeting with the males, they never hesitated to stoop
low in pursuit of fulfiling their sexual lust. They got themselves
entangled with the eunuchs, low born attendants or assistants and even
with the spotty characters. Regrettably, women of high pedigree did not
mind to select horsemen, barbers, khidmutgars, etc. clandestinely, as
their physical partners." - [Saha, p.215]

[@] Ghasiti Begum, the Bibi of the Nizam of Bengal, was notorious for her sexual preference for
Shudras over her impotent fair Mughal husband.

"Unfortunately, she [Ghasiti begum] was a woman of loose character who
secretly indulged in love intrigues. This was one of the reasons of
conjugal discords. Indeed, Ghasiti secretly distributed favour to more
than one paramour. Nawazish lived at the court, perhaps he had not
visited Dacca. He appointed one of his intimate friends, Hussain Kuli
Khan to administer Dacca on his behalf. Hussain Kuli also lived at
Murshidabad, and appointed Ray Gakul Chand as his deputy and Dewan to
rule Dacca. Hussein Kuli used to meet his master frwquently for official
business. Ghasiti secretly fell in love with Hussein Kuli, which
eventually became a scandal. It also reached the ears of Nawazish and
obviously put him in perturbation. In fact, must estranged Nawazish
cautioned her more than once, but to no avail. She continued with her
secret afairs ignoring norms and family honour. Truly, the daughers of
Alivadi Khan were notorious for their shameful profilgacy and excesses
which, in fact, brought disgrace to the Nawab's family."
- [ Shah, p.79 ]

[*] Saha describes how Hussain Kuli Khan was "black, stout". His name "kuli" or "Qoolee" indicated
that he was descended from the aboriginal Qoollee or Koollee, ie. Kol tribe. Nawazish had "appointed
one of his intimate friends, Hussein Kuli, to administer Dacca on his behalf. Hussein also lived at
Murshidabad." [Saha, p.79]. This "stout black" Shudra then went on to "distributing favour to other
women", including the Nizam's wife, as Saha describes:

"Hussain Kuli Khan was a handsome and accomplished personality. he was
black, stout, having pleasant bearing. As a deputy to Nawazish, he
enjoyed virtually free access into Ghasiti's apartment. Discomfited
Ghasiti was aware of her husband's deficiency [inability to satisfy
her]. She was disgusted seeing Nawazish's wanton appetite for hanging
around dancing girls, singers and fair sex of questionable fidelity.
Soon, she discovered Hussain Kuli Khan, an interesting and admirable
man, whome she had accepted (p.80) as her paramour. Hussain Kuli
responded after a great deal of hesitation... Indeed, clandestine love
affair went on for some time unabatedly. Eventually, it reached the
ears of many nobles and grandees of Murshidabad. Yet, the infatuated
lovers without paying any heed to any social barrier continued with love
affair and romance. But, soon there was a fly in the cup of honey.
Hussain Kuli was not true to his love. As he was pretending genuine
love and attachment to Ghasiti, he was equally distributing favour to
other women. Indeed, he possessed the wondeful capacity to allure and
entice the weaker sex on the pretext of love. THe perfidious man,
therefore had eye on other beautifeis, though Ghasiti submitted to hm
implicityly. Faithlessness hurt Ghasiti's vanity and esentiment. A
strange acrimonious relationship developed. Ghasiti could identify her
rivals and the reaaons for Hussain Kulis diversion. But she could nto
take revenge on the rivlas, who were equally formidable and basking
under the Nawab's affection and largesses."
- [Saha, p.79-80]

Saha describes how the Shudra Qoolee was very popular amongst the ladies of the court:

"Around 1748 AD, in a coup organised by the disgruinlted Afghan soldiers
at Patna, Zin-ud-din Ahmad Khan, Siraj's father was killed. His wife,
Amina Begam ... was eventually brought to Murshdiabad. .. She came into
contact with Hussein Kuli, the paramour of her (p.80) elder sister
Ghasiti Begum. As already stated, Hussein Kuli knew the art of fancying
the fair sex and was a past master in love-making. He soon disovered
lustre in the young widow. Simultaneously, Hussein Kuli's eloquence and
serene countenance rekindled the widow's passion... She was determined
to pursue her impulses and submit to her lover."
- [Saha, p.82-83]

[/] The Kama-Sutra has an interesting anecdote on Dravidian penis size and swelling.

[-] The term "Shudra" is derived from the ancient Semitic and Arabic word "sudd", meaning "black".
From this stem we have the word "Sudan", abbreviated from "Bilad-us-Sudan" (Land of the Black Men).

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