When Nabilah Met Zeke Ch. 01

"Its okay Zeke, come on in," she said extending her hands out to him, inviting him in. He took her hand and entered, his touch sent a shiver down her spine. This was the 2nd time that she had done such an unholy thing let another man touch her.

He was looking at that plump rear end of hers, but as soon as she started turning her head he averted his gaze elsewhere. His reactions were still sharp, considering he hadn't properly trained in years. Still when he stood outside of her home it had familiar feeling to it, like he'd seen it before. That's when it hit him, it was on one of the files of a known terrorist. A man, who had ties to multiple criminal cells around the globe. He stood at the door and processed this all, before taking a hold of her hands and walking inside.

It was like some kind of miracle his as old and new mission had come together. The one he had been trained and created for would help him stop this cell and take Nabilah.

"This is a lovely home you have Nabilah, a lovely home for a beautiful woman. But you must've worked very hard to have a place like this, to have all these wonderful things in here."

She blushed again as he called her beautiful.

"Oh you really must stop, I am honestly not beautiful. But thank you, its nice that someone has noticed all the hard work I put in to make this place look good," she smiled with appreciation.

"You are though Nabilah, I'm just speaking the truth." He returned the smile, as she gave him a tour of the house.

She gave him a full tour of the house, the 6 bedrooms including hers, the multiple bathrooms, the humongous living room and kitchen. The only room she was unable to show him was the basement/office of her husbands.

Which he kept under lock and key, had a finger print mechanism. He was very serious about keeping his clients financial records etc. secured. She never understood why he kept such information at home. She never really questioned it all that much, nor did she care what he did in there.

Zeke took note of the heavily protected door to the basement, acknowledging to himself that this is where her husband probably did his arms deals.

She led him to what would be his room for the next 2 weeks. It was the furthest away from her room. She informed him that the shower in his room was currently not working, that he could use any of the other ones in the house.

She also showed him the wardrobe, it had clothes inside of it. Which she had delivered on express so it would arrive in the morning. She had guessed his size. Was not sure but hoped everything would fit. She left the room letting him get acclimatise to it, telling him that they could eat out for lunch or get some take away it was his choice.

He then entered his room and took a look around, noting what she said about the shower being out and that he could use any shower in the home. He'd make sure to use the one closest to her in the future, before entering the wardrobe which had bundles of clothes inside.

As she left the room he quickly followed her, to ask her a question. "Out of curiosity, do you have a gym and a spare razor anywhere? It's been some time since I've used one, and I'd like to get back into a more lean and clean shaven condition." He hated the fact, that he put on weight and wanted to be rid of it quickly. That, and he wanted to shave his thick beard off as well.

"Yes we do have gym, it downstairs, next to the living room. Yes we do have razors, you really want to get rid of the beard? That's a shame it really suits you," she blurted out the last bit without meaning to. She told him that she would bring some razors up in a bit.

"Ahhhhh, right thank you very much." He bowed his head slightly, before walking one of the bathrooms, and examined himself in the mirror. Maybe he'd keep it after all. He exited, and walked into the gym downstairs he walked slowly behind her watching her almost skip down the stairs.

She headed downstairs with a spring in her step. It felt nice to have someone in the house. She did get lonely from time to time.

Which is why she wanted to have kids, her friends had joked and told her to get a pet. She would have except she was pretty much allergic to all animals, and gold fish weren't exactly great company.

Her mind drifted off to the comments he made about her being beautiful and how that was the truth. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy. He said it every time he had seen her, she could sense that he meant it. It had been years since her husband had called her beautiful.

Zeke spent the next 4-5 hours running on a treadmill, and lifting up weights in excess 350 kilos. Before finally repenting and stopping, to take a long gulp of water. Sighing to himself as he looked around the gym. "Damn I needed that." He then headed out of the gym, and made his way towards the shower nearest to her bedroom. He had been so busy working out, his senses so focused on just working out that he had failed to notice her presence or her running upstairs when he had exited the gym.

She did not mean it, she told herself. She wasn't spying. She wasn't staring. She wasn't admiring his sweat covered black body. Not that's not what she was doing she told herself. As she spied on him working out. She had intended to ask him if he had decided on lunch but she forgot all of that.

She stood there for almost an hour watching him workout like a beast. The gym had barely been used over the past 2 years. Well not by her husband anyway she used it to do cardio and yoga.

He was relentless, like he was punishing himself. She stood there and she felt a warm sensation between her legs. She had not had this kind of feeling in awhile. It caused her to race upstairs and sit on the prayer mat and repent, asking Allah to forgive her. As she had such lewd thoughts about another man, an infidel and a nigger.

Zeke meanwhile grabbed a towel and entered the shower room, not even thinking to lock the door. As he lifted his sweat covered top, and pulled his cargo pants down to his ankles. Revealing his thick veiny length to the cool air, as he entered the shower and switched it on. Letting the cool water cascade down his body and into the drain.

The water flowed down from the shower head, as he grabbed some hair care products and rinsed his hair out with it. White streaks flowed down his hairy body, through his thick pubic hair as well. Before he slowly began rinsing it out, grabbing a hold of his thick length he gently began to clean that off filth that built up as well. He was harder than he had been the previous night, being so close to her, being in the same house as her made him want her even more, as he continued stroking his monster cock. He wanted to cum but was unable to, because he knew he would be at it for hours. As he stood there thinking about how kind hearted she had been to him, how kind she was and the monster that he was. He had a mission to accomplish, but he was going to save her from him too. No matter what. He reminded himself that owning her was his mission too.

He then exited the shower after turning it off, grabbing the towel he had laid out. Gently drying himself all over with it, before wrapping it around his lower body. Covering up his manhood, as he then exited and headed back to his room. He sensed that he was being watched but as he looked around the room he did not see anyone. He brushed it off as his paranoia and training going in to overdrive.

Nabilah was about to head in to the shower her self. She liked using the shower in the 3rd bedroom. It was much more spacious. As she approached the bathroom she saw the door was open slightly. That the shower was turned on.

She decided to turn around head back out the room. But her body was not listening to her brain as it moved of its own accords to bathroom door. She peeked inside she had to stifle a loud scream at the sight in front of her. Zeke fully naked, his black body seemed shine and glisten with the water on it. What almost made her scream out loud was the thing he was stroking.

She stood in disbelief at the sight, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her but it wasn't she was staring at the biggest she had ever seen. It was unlike her husbands which was much smaller about 4 inch's, circumcised. Zekes was not, it was uncut. It was thick too. The only word that she could use to describe it was "monstrous". She was hypnotised by it. She could feel her pussy becoming increasingly moist , her mouth salivating.

She was pulled out of her trance when she heard the shower turn off she hid in the walk in wardrobe peeked through the gap as Zeke emerged like an black Adonis, his huge cock swinging between his legs. It looked like it was a third leg. He wrapped the towel around him and left.

She hurried in to the shower and closed the door. His thick masculine musk still hung in the air. She stripped down quickly and started fingering herself desperately and hard until she squirted all over the shower. She turned it on and as the water cascaded down her thick busty body she cried shamefully for committing such sin. She felt disgusted as a question kept popping up in her head.

"How big was it??!!"

Zeke meanwhile headed back to his room, and threw the towel to the floor. As he entered the wardrobe, picking out skin tight clothing. His button up white shirt, clinging to his figure. As was his boxers and jeans, he stood in front of the mirror admiring himself in the mirror. His beard looking much better, and much cleaner. He was glad he didn't get rid of it, he slowly left his room and began to search for Nabilah. He was ready to choose his food.

As he searched the house, he called out to her over and over again. Where the hell was she, his ears picked up a faint moan he then went to the bathroom he was just in and noticed the door was shut. "She must be in here." He then knocked on the bathroom door, and stood outside of it. "Nabilah, are you ok in there?"

Hearing his deep booming voice on the other side of the door made her go weak in the knees. She felt the heat between her legs return. What was it about him that made her react like this. She had never been attracted to black men. But Zeke was something else entirely.

"I'm okay, Zeke, just in the shower, I'll be down soon ordered some pizza's and fries," she replied as she tried to keep her voice steady. Her hands wandered to her tits and cunt, she started playing with herself again whilst he was just behind the door.

He said okay and left, or she thought he had. Whilst she brought herself to another climax. Once again she was ashamed for being so sinful.

He was about to leave when he heard her moaning out, he stood by the doorway and listened. She was toying with herself, teasing herself. Was it because of him?

She turned the water off and She wrapped her body with a towel, she quickly raced out of the shower she did not want to be seen like this by Zeke. That would be the ultimate sin. In her rush she had left her wet panties behind.

As soon as he heard the door unlock he quickly bolted into the same room she had gone in previously, once she was out of sight he went into the bathroom.

That's when he noticed her panties on the floor, he picked them up and felt just how wet they were. Making sure she wasn't returning, he took a long sniff of them and the smell was intoxicating. It took all his willpower not to get arouse by the scent. He placed her panties into his pocket, and quickly threw them into his room, before heading towards the dining room to wait for her, and their food.

Nabilah sat in front of the bedside mirror and applied make up. She had not done this in awhile. She then wore a red abaya, one she had bought for special occasions.

She looked and dressed like she was about to go out for lunch when in reality she was planning to stay and eat with Zeke. Just thinking about him made her feel light headed. Before getting dressed she had cried her eyes out in shame whilst in praying. But these thoughts would not leaver her mind.

She made her way to the dining table, as she walked in she saw Zeke's eyes scanning her body, it was brief so brief that she passed it off as her mind was playing tricks on her.

The food must have arrived whilst she was praying and getting dressed as he had the pizza's and fries ready to eat.

As they sat down ate, they talked, he made her laugh so much. He was witty and charming. She had not laughed like this in so long.

"Thanks for making me laugh so much. Its nice to have some company. I wanted to ask you something, and I hope you don't mind but how did you end up on the streets?" she asked.

He had set up everything for her once the food arrived, she had paid for it over the phone fortunately for him, so he didn't have to go and find some money. Once she arrived and sat down, they got to talking. He was at ease around her, and was happily chatting away and making her laugh. She had a beautiful laugh, he could listen to it all day. Then when she asked the question, he took a zip of his drink and took a deep breath before talking.

"That's...that's not an easy subject for me, but since you've been so kind to me beautiful I feel I owe you that much." He took a deep breath in once more, and exhaled.

"My former colleague, my best friend framed me for something I didn't do. Just so he could climb the corporate ladder, and be rid of me. He said that I hacked into company property, and siphoned millions into an offshore account. Yet there was no proof, and they took his word for it over mine. Mainly because, his daddy was the boss, they said if I didn't leave then they would get the police involved, a black man with a criminal record would never get hired, but the joke was on me because they had told all the top firms not to hire me...soon I was in debt and lost everything."

"Oh...Zeke I'm so sorry," she replied as she fought hard to fight back the tears. She reached out for his hands.

When he felt her hands upon his, he couldn't help but smile at her. As he gently squeezed her hands back in return, his eyes locked onto hers as he began to notice little signs that she may just be falling for him little by little. Her cheeks flushed red from his comment, her teeth nipping at her lip. He'd been trained to see little signs like that, and now he could see she was finding him more and more irresistible, and he knew it must've been tearing her up inside.

"You don't need to apologise beautiful, unfortunately society is going back into the dark ages of Martin Luther King. Whereby, people like me will get racially abused by small children now. I appreciate the offer, but are you sure your husband will be ok with you getting me to work for him?"

"Oh it won't be a problem at all," she smiled back at him. Her husband would not refuse her request he never did. Despite him being the bread winner, and the man of the house he had very little control over. Every passing year he had less control over her and she had been able manipulate him to do things more. He wasn't much of a man anymore, he did not have that dominant personality.

They continued eating and laughing whilst she still had her hands on he, gently squeezed it and caressed.

After eating they both washed up the plates and cutlery. She felt him brush up against him once or twice. But she passed it off as an accident, it was brief but she definitely felt something hard like a pole, brush up against her. Surely his cock isn't hard she thought. That's when she saw how tight his pants were, a visible bulge in his pants. It hid absolutely nothing. She felt a little light headed looking at it.

He intentionally brushed himself up against her, making it seem like a simple accident. His cock was straining against his jeans, the contact with her abaya covered ass made it even harder.

Poor man, she must have been the closest he got to a woman since he had been on the streets. She felt excited that she was the cause of it, but she brushed that thought away it wasn't her specifically just being around a woman, any woman must have done this to him. Strangely the voice that used to chastised was quiet, almost dormant.

"So Zeke is there a special lady in your life or was there?" she asked genuinely curious. And if he did how did she take that thing in his pants. She thought to herself.

He sat down once the bulk of the washing up was done, and then she asked him her question.

He smiled up at her, before answering simply. "No, no woman in my life. Nor was there ever one in my life, I lived a quiet life up until I was made homeless. Even on the streets, I found that no woman intrigued me at all. Well, the only one that intrigued me now is you. After you saved me from living on the streets of course." He said smiling.

The way he smiled and looked at her when he said he found her intriguing sent a shiver down her spine all the way to her cunt. He had a hungry look in his eyes like he wanted to devour her.

"Oh please stop with the false compliments, I'm ugly there is nothing intriguing about me. And I'm sure you'll definitely a get someone, a big and strong man like you definitely will." she said as she approached him at the table. Her body once again without meaning to reacted on its own and caressed his biceps.

She blushed immediately and turned around. Not realising that she was giving him a nice view of her round Pakistani ass.

"They're not false compliments beautiful, they're genuine compliments. You're very attractive, your husband is a very lucky man." His eyes averted to her rear end as soon as she turned around, what he wouldn't give to grab a hold of it and pound her cunt.

He shook his head of those thoughts for the moment, as he then stood up from the table and took a hold of her hands. "I'm going to take a small nap, try and catch up on the sleep that I didn't get the last few nights. I will speak to you when I wake beautiful." He gave her a warm smile, before releasing her hands and walked back to his room for his nap.

She had been holding her breath the entire time. The way he had walked up to her she was sure he was about bend her over and...but instead he took her hands in his, called her beautiful, she could see it in his eyes that he meant every word. But her mind kept going back to how he had walked up to her, felt her juices flowing a little.

She stood there almost half an hour before deciding to go and check on him. To see if he had fallen asleep and if he was comfortable. As she approached the door it was slightly ajar.

She popped her head in to see and ask if he was okay but the words got stuck in her mouth. Instead she said nothing as she watched him naked, with her discarded panties wrapped around his monster cock stroking it. She was mesmerised, shocked and in awe of it.

She heard him moan a name over and over again. It took her a bit but she realised he was saying her name as continued stroking his cock. She could feel her juices seeping through her clothes as she watched in stunned silence.

His moans only grew louder and louder, almost as if he wanted her to him say her name. Little did he know she was watching him the whole time, as he stroked his cock harder and faster. Her panties firmly wrapped around his thick shaft, as he soon came onto her panties moaning out loud and proud as he did so. It had been so long since he had cum. Her discarded panties were completely soaked. He was surprised at how quickly he had cummed. He normally would last for much longer. But ever since he had met Nabilah he had been on edge, until just now when he couldn't hold back any longer.

Breathing heavy with exhaustion, he laid back onto the bed and found himself sleeping soundly soon after. Her panties covered in his thick fertile cum, and still wrapped around his still hard cock. Even in his dreams he thought about her, muttering her name under his breath back in reality.