Family and Friends Ch. 07bydarthewriter©
As the bedroom door closed behind Bashir and Samia; I looked around the room, as Huma sat on the sofa smiling at me.
There was an ornate wooden coffee table with three silver trays and a lighter on it, set between a sofa set that which was fronted by a Plasma TV.
Before our arrival, the girls and agent had been watching some cheesy sit-com filled with canned laughter, implausible situations and characters that made 'Charlie Brown' look like a rocket scientist. South Asian mass entertainment at its 'best' or 'worst' depending on your IQ level; I could almost cry.
Huma patted the sofa cushion next to her and said, in an indescribably beautiful voice, "Sit down; don't be shy; sorry, I didn't catch your name?"
"Fahad" I said noting that her neck line of her kamiz plunged enticingly low to almost reveal her nipples.
The voice was melodious with an almost hypnotic affect on me. She smelled nice and looked nicer as I sat down.
My eyes had already taken in the tight, thin cotton fabric of the peach colored mini shalwar kamiz suit she wore. The plunging bust line and tiny, almost bikini like white bra and panties she wore were barely concealed by her clothing. Her clothing left almost nothing to the imagination.
Her kamiz side slits were higher then the waist band of her shalwars, and the string that held her pussy in a thong or bikini panty, was as clearly visible, as a white chalk mark on a school black board. But like I said, she and Samia were both fair skinned; much fairer them me.
She smiled and leaned forward, the thin fabric covering her back, showing that her bra was in fact, a string bikini of some kind. A simple tug at the bow would release her tits.
Samia had been dressed in the same provocative way which made me wondered how they had worked up the courage to walk dressed like that, through the hotel lobby.
They must have given every man seeing them a hard-on and outraged jealous wives and girlfriends seeing them. Deeply 'conservative', 'hypocritical', whatever word you choose, I imagined a near riot if they walked down any street in Karachi dressed that way. We are just not ready for it, in our 'sex-is-wrong-for-you-but-right-for-me' cultural mind set.
She picked something up, from one of three silver trays I saw on the coffee table.
"Want to share this with me?" She asked sweetly holding a joint in her hand,
"Why not?" I replied reaching out to pour two scotch-on-the-rocks from the second silver tray, into two out of four, cut glass drinking glasses. 'Black label' whisky I noted, not local scotch.
I held her drink out for her until she had lit the joint and taken a deep drag on it.
She smiled and handed me the joint after taking the scotch from my hand.
"Business or pleasure?" She asked moving close to me and taking the joint off me for another drag, as I had finished sampling, what can say was some really fine hashish.
"Sorry?" I said as I took the joint back for another drag.
"Karachi, here for business or...." She paused as her hand stroked the bump growing in my slacks "Pleasure"
We eyed each other with lust clearly pouring from my heart and signaling my evil intent through my eyes.
As I sucked on the joint and sipped my whisky, Huma stood and striped before me, she had done this before, Tease a man with tit and ass as you strip.
She revealed a perfectly shaped and proportioned body, with small firm tits, slim waist, wide enough hips, firm buttocks and a shaved perfectly molded pussy. Hollywood and Bollywood would eat her up as a sex symbol. Heck! Any man or woman for that matter would eat her up.
Her underwear, it turned out, was just a flimsy bikini which must have looked great wet on a beach or poolside.
She sat astride me on my lap unbuttoning my shirt. Once in a while she would sip some scotch or take a drag as she expertly removed my shirt and licked my nipples,
Then she took the now empty glass from me, dragged the last puff out of the joint, extinguished it and said "Now for some fun"
I lifted my butt off the sofa at the right moment, my one and only contribution to her stripping me, as she knelt in front of me and unbuckled, unzipped and tugged my trousers and damp briefs off. My shoes and socks were the first things she had removed.
Then she examined my prick carefully. By this I mean, it was almost a medical examination, of the hard shaft, piss slit and balls.
"Nice Lund" She smiled "Keep it neat and clean and shave your pubes, I see. Good man. I hate bushy, sweaty cocks"
She handed me her drink after sipping it and as I drank she reached into the third silver tray and held out two boxes of condoms.
"Any preferences?" She asked with a seductive smile,
I shrugged and said "Nope"
Moments later, having sheathed me in a condom of her choice, she stood astride me, as I inched my hips and ass to the sofa edge, and taking hold of my cock in her soft hands, she ran the sheathed prick tip along the wet slit of her choot.
As I watched, she slowly inserted the hard throbbing tip and shaft of my cock slowly into her fuck hole. It was a pleasure simply just to watch he impale herself on me. The hot wet heat of her cunt just added to the reality of it all. This wasn't a movie; this chick was shafting herself with my prick.
Finally with a sigh from her and a moan of pure pleasure from me, she sat on me with my cock firmly shoved in the wet oven of her hole.
She somehow managed to reach back and get another joint and the lighter.
She squirmed her ass on me, her pussy squeezing my shaft with the expertise gained from many sexual encounters, I am sure.
We took turns on the joint. Alternately taking long deep drags and sipping on the whisky I still had in my hand,
After the second joint was done, Huma drained the last of the scotch from my glass and smiling mischievously said "Pleasure it is then"
Her hands were on my neck and shoulders as she began to ride me. Lifting her choot up to the very tip of my manhood before slamming down hard swallowing my shaft with ease.
I sucked her nipples, squeezed her breasts and dug my fingers into the firm flesh of her butt.
"Hey!" She protested "Not too rough, Ok?"
I slapped her butt and nodded "Whatever you say lady" I said my head feeling high.
This downward humping of her ass soon was met by an upward series of thrusts from my groin. We had a great tempo going and despite the central air-conditioning, we were both sweating.
I moved her onto her back on the sofa and took firm hold of her ass and hips, holding on tight I began to really fuck her hard and deep.
I got harder and faster with each thrust; her body absorbing my pounding with ease.
I looked at her swollen choot (pussy) bald and fat. I had never seen a choot like it. It actually seemed to sucking my shaft not just fucking it.
I hate condoms, but as a rule, I use them anyway. The pleasure, you feel may be lessened, but that gives you a bit more staying power and heck, we all know what's out there, Better to seal it and play safe.
Huma though was busy, her soft warm fingers were teasing my balls as they slapped against her ass with each entry and she was staring deeply into my eyes whispering 'fuck me hard!" over and over again.
Her hypnotic voice adding to the erotic pleasure I was feeling in my head.
I came with a grunt of animal pleasure, my balls shooting their cargo uselessly into the condom reservoir tip. (Sorry my little spunk-a-troopers, no womb waiting).
I sat up after a few minutes and soon felt Huma hand me another scotch on the rocks and then disappear from view.
A few minutes later. She was back. She knelt in front pf me, removed my filled condom expertly and used some sort of baby wipe and tissue to clean my cock and balls up,
"We should really shower but from the sounds coming from the bedroom, Samia is getting a good fucking off Bashir sahib".
Huma sat on my lap, her ass reminding me of our recent pleasures, and shared my scotch sipping very little as we chatted.
"So, what would you like to do next?" She asked "I took charge last time; but as long as we use a condom and there is no violence, I am open to suggestions".
"Let me rest a bit and think it over" I said my hand running along the inner thigh of her open legs.
"You're the boss" She said cheerfully sipping from my glass.
Maybe half an hour past, before the door opened and Bashir naked and still erect came out into the lounge area and said "Come on Huma, your turn. Get that cute ass of yours in here fast".
Excusing herself Huma stood up and walked seductively into the bedroom behind Bashir.
I watched her ass move, as she walked, with a deep sense of lustful appreciation.
Ten minutes later Samia emerged, hair wet from a shower, but completely naked,
Unlike Huma, Samia's choot had a neatly trimmed bush covering it and slightly fuller breasts.
She sat down close beside me on the sofa and exhaled deeply.
"Bashir is so demanding!" She commented with a smile "always wants a long cock suck before doing it".
She picked up a joint and lit it. Taking one or two drags before putting it to Fahad's lips.
Fahad allowed himself to drink in the beauty of her body as she sat back and lay her head back on the sofa and took slow deep drags on the joint.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed "This is damned grade 'A' shit. Bashir has some great source"
She noticed Fahad's gaze on the bush between her legs and spread her thighs a bit wider running her fingers through the clipped pubic hair.
"Doesn't turn you off I hope" She said handing him the joint "Many of my gentlemen friends like a little brush. What about you?"
"Looks good" I admitted, adding my fingers to hers as they stroked her pussy "I don't like a wild jungle though".
My reawakened prick was already up and hard and Samia leaned in close "Want to fuck me?"
I nodded dumbly with my mouth half open. Well it was a stupid question right?
She stood up and put her hands on her hips asking softly, "how do you want me?"
She slowly turned around and bent forward, revealing her cunt slit and butt crack to my lust filled eyes
Maybe it was the booze or the joints that made me do it, but I reached out and pulled her by the hips backwards so I could lick and thrust my tongue at her anus.
She let me enjoy butt licking and anus kissing for a few moments, reaching her hand down to stroke my cock,
"Ok then. Butt hole it is" She said moving away towards a chair on which an overnight bag sat.
"You get my ass but I have terms and conditions" she said taking something from the bag and walking back to me.
She picked up a condom and handed it to me "Put it on and lube it up with this"
She uncapped a tube of 'KY jelly', squeezed a generous amount on my now sheathed cock and as I stood dumbly unsure what to do, she lubed my sheathed cock up,
She the knelt on the sofa, her elbows on the back of it as she bent and stuck her butt out at me wiggling it provocatively.
"Should I lube my hole up or do you want to?" She asked reaching one hand back to pull her buttocks apart.
"Why KY?" I asked squirting some on my fingers and rubbing it over her butt hole.
"Vaseline punctures condoms and I have no desi ghee in my bag" She said with a small chuckle.
"Ummmm!" She said adding "That's the way, oil my butt hole with your fingers, and really lube me up for you"
After ten minutes of finger fucking her ass with my KY jellied fingers, I moved close to her butt, aimed my cock at her oily hole and eased in slowly.
"Easy!" She moaned "That isn't a 2 inch 'kiddie' cock you've got. Let me enjoy the butt fuck too".
I eased in even slower, pulled slightly back and eased forward again. I soon was able to sink my full cock into her back hole without protest from her. Her ass squeezed my cock hard, milking it, as it slowly worked in and out of her anus.
I was drenched in sweat. Cold rivulets traced their way down my body. The sweat on my back seemed to be channeled to the clenched dent of my butt crack.
I increased my pace. My earlier Cum with Huma had taken the edge off me and the drugs and booze had also dampened the urge to shoot.
Still 'fucking' has a purpose, and that is to pleasure the seed from a man's balls.
The pressure built up and so did my pace until as Samia sobbed either in pleasure or in pain, I was pistoning in and out of her as fast as her butt would let me. Lubed or not, the friction was building and I felt my balls ache to cum and finally, with a final savage thrust into her and a surprised grunt from her, I threw my head back and came.
After the last shots of spunk had left my balls, I gently eased my cock out of her abused ass and walked into the bedroom en-route to the bathroom room.
I saw Huma on her side with Bashir on his side behind her, lifting one of her legs up as he slammed his cock into her pussy from behind.
My chest was heaving and my head was spinning as I sat down on the toilet and pissed into the condom finally forced to use my hand to push it all expanded with semen and piss off my cock.
I then stood up and got into the shower cubicle and hit the cold tap, full blast.
The sudden gush of cold water hit me like a punch in the chest but it was just want I needed. I gasped and leaned forward in the shower allowing the cold water to wash over my head and back.
Then I turned on the hot tap, adjusted the temperature and scrubbed myself from head to toe, with special attention on my cock and balls until I was satisfied I was clean, I even used soap on my hair. Ignoring the complimentary shampoo sachet beside the soap dish.
I felt a hand on my back and turned to see Samia smiling at me.
"Want to wash me too?" She asked seductively.
We soaped and washed each other, Samia really working on her ass hole and cunt as I watched and soaped her tits up.
"Lube' was her only comment as she stuck two fingers in her butt hole and worked them in and out.
"Hey!" Huma said stepping into the cubicle with us "What about washing me too".
I did. Enjoying the feel of two women soaping and washing me as I soaped and washed Huma. I left her choot alone. I was not eager to feel Bashir's seed with my finger tips although he had probably used a condom.
The girls dried themselves and wrapped themselves in towels while I put on a hotel bathrobe,
As we past out of the bathroom and through the bedroom, I noted that Bashir, naked on his back, fast asleep on the bed. Despite his size, his tool was not much bigger then mine I guessed even though it was now limp.
We sat on the sofa, a girl either side of me sharing whisky and a joint and we flicked channels to the Arabic; South Asian and Western pop music on 'Melody music'.
Arabic is not my strong point, even though I work in Dubai but tit, ass and pussy is hot in any language and melody channel seemed to picked the sexiest videos available
We sat their watching various shades of singers jump, slouch or simulate sex through dance and waited for Bashir.