Family and Friends in Dubai Ch. 03bydarthewriter©
Author's note: some feedback has complained that my stories are filled with 'useless' characters, observations and needless detail. True. But I hope that readers will appreciate that a fuller picture can sometimes mean a more enjoyable read. After all, life is filled with details, etc.
To those who want me to take up other past stories and add a few more parts, I hope that one day I can do that.
The Devil's workshop.
In Dubai they are serious about traffic safety. Drive under the influence of alcohol, drugs or even your irate mother-in-law and they will throw the book, desk and office filing cabinet at you.
We foreign residents all know the score and play by the rules. Rule number one: Never piss off your host.
Since no one was fit to handle a vehicle, no one wanted to run the risk of having a Cop wave his notebook at them and ask them to stop for a sobriety test because they had wobbled gently over a lane marker.
Our host as a true believer in the Arab tradition of hospitality had paid the fares for a line of cabs that were waiting to take everyone home. So as the call to Fajr prayers filled the air at dawn, I shared a cab home with Sita and another couple of partygoers, who were too stoned to keep their eyes open.
Once home Sita who had snuggled up to me all the way home in the back seat of the cab, tagged along to my flat. As soon as the front door was closed, she walked towards the attached bathroom of my bed room, shedding cloths as she went. As a frequent guest, she knew where everything was.
At any other time with less vodka circulating through my blood stream, I would have followed her lead and stripped as I followed her into the bathroom to make love to her in the shower.
As it was, we both stepped into the shower in silence and allowed the water to wash over us before applying shampoo and soap to our own bodies and getting cleaned up. The 'drug-booze' buzz was still in my head and while I could feel every drop of water, almost as it hit and soothed my body, my mood was too mellow to put any horny plans I might have had into action. Sita seemed disinterested too as she soaped her body, rubbing soapy hands over her firm breast and firm ass, tantalizingly in easy reach.
Like I said, another time, we would have seized the moment for some 'nasty' fun.
I was out, dry and lying in bed in my boxer shorts well before Sita emerged from the bathroom.
Heck, she looked 'fine' framed naked in the bathroom doorway drying her hair with a towel. She yawned as she tossed the damp towel back into bathroom and walked over to turn out the lights and then get in bed naked, beside me.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift as wordlessly, we fell asleep.
There are few things in life better then waking up with a woman snuggled up close to you, connecting with you as if you were born that way, all entwined and cozy.
Actually, what is better though is if that woman is naked, sexy and a great lay. 'The senses', as Spiderman would say 'are tingling' and even the most exhausted of men can manage a suitable erection.
There is something so 'right' about it that martial/relationship status just doesn't figure in the scheme of things.
So when my shameless hand went 'strolling' over Sita's naked back as she lay snuggled up close to me, any guilt I might have felt was still far away in dreamland, snoring loudly.
She felt soft, smooth and cool to the touch while her black, silky hair smelled of apricots I assumed apricots based on my brand of shampoo we had shared earlier.
She nestled close to me, her breasts pressed against my chest as her groin made even closer contact with my hip.
It felt wonderful feeling her warm pussy pressed against me, the heat from her easily felt through the thin cotton cloth of my boxers.
My hand moved slowly down her spine under the sheet that covered us from the waist down, to the full curve of her wonderful ass.
Now I make no apologies for being an ass man. Some guys like breasts, others swoon over a shapely pair of legs, all fine and dandy but a firm butt sells it to me.
Sita has such a butt. It is a fucking work of art. Shapely, Firm, generous globes of flesh that seemed to call to me to be fondled, pinched, slapped and stroked. The options were limitless it seemed and my prick, hard with a 'wake-up' cock stand, seemed to nod its head in agreement.
Sita stirred as my naughty fingers teased the top of her crack. I could picture her buttocks clearly in my mind. My finger was moving over familiar territory. I had spent many happy moments, kneading, squeezing, stroking, kissing and licking Sita's buttocks. Did I leave out butt fucking her? Oops! My bad!
Like many women I had bedded, she found my handling of her posterior very erotic. But unlike many women, she didn't pretend to be embarrassed when my 'nasty' streak, lead to anal sex. in fact She loved it!
Sita had adjusted her position, so that she was now more on me but not actually 'on-top-of me'. My hand could now tease her ass with greater ease while my other hand moved to touch the side of her breast as her tits pressed on my chest.
I sensed Sita getting warm where her cunt met my hips and heard her breathing beginning to quicken. I smiled as I continued the game of 'wake-up' sex.
Sita's hand was soon stroking my stomach and as she kissed my nipple (a definite turn-on for me) her soft gentle and very feminine hand slipped into my shorts and gently manipulated my balls.
I eased her head downwards and she made no objection, very aware of what I wanted.
Sita too wanted something and so we very soon found ourselves in the classic 69 position with Sita on top and her very lick able choot on my mouth while the tip of my very hard Lund was given a serious tongue lashing by Sita.
My legs were bent at the knees and parted as Sita worked on my cock. One hand held the shaft while the other played with my balls through the leg of my boxers. Sita hadn't bothered to try to remove them. She just adjusted them to her needs. It was strange to use the 'skills' learnt from sex in the back seat of a car in the bedroom. But I wasn't complaining.
My hands held onto her ass. My tongue lapping at her dripping slit and her hard clit enjoying the taste of her choot and the aroma of horny womanhood's special place.
I felt her juices following freely over my face; I wondered what my face looked like covered in the mixture of my spit and her cum. She had cum I was sure, a shudder and tightening of her thighs as they held my head moments earlier, had nearly caused me to suffocate, and a gush of pussy juice had been a give away..
My fingers found the 'prize' between her buttocks and probed the tight but yielding rear entrance of this Sri Lankan sex goddess. I remembered the Vaseline in my bed side table and was about to reach for it when Sita, came up for air, so to speak and quickly lay beside me. The bed sheet was now on the floor and Sita taking hold of me cock demanded in a very sexually charged voice that I fuck her 'now'.
I started to remove my boxers but she said "No. I like them on, just free your prick and balls and get on me".
Sita I knew was into fantasy role-play sex and I was not going to refuse to play her game whatever it was.
As I got on her, slipped between her open thighs and moved to impale her choot with my cock, she helpfully pulled her slit apart to reveal a gapping pink target.
I had no trouble entering her hot wet and very welcoming cunt. She wrapped her thighs tightly around me and sighed as I settled as deep as I could into her.
I kissed her neck and nibbled at an ear as I held her head and let my cock stretch her fully. She began to move her ass, encouraging me to start pumping her without saying a word.
Her hands were on my ass. Her fingers reaching as far as they could over my semi naked buttocks as they clenched and relaxed in time with my screwing her.
I was in no hurry to cum. So I started a steady but satisfying pace of thrust and withdrawal Feeling her juices flow and lube my cock and wet my balls.
If I played my hand well, I could get her to 'cum' without shooting my load, and then I could slip my slicked up cock down a notch and rim her ass hole until I came in it. Get her hot and wet enough and the Vaseline wouldn't be needed. I had tried it before with her and other women, it often worked out fine. The initial gasps and pleas from the woman soon replaced by moans of pleasure at my skillfulness.
Suddenly Sita dug her nails deep into my buttocks and as I yelped in shock and some pain.
She looked at me and hissed "Fuck me you mommy's boy. Fuck your big sister hard!"
I was momentarily stunned by her words but the way she was moving her ass up and down demanding I ram her left no room for doubt that she wanted me to speed up.
"Fuck me little brother!" She panted biting my shoulder as she held me tight against her breasts.
I grabbed her ass with one hand and pressed down on the top of her head as she moaned in pleasure and told me over and over to make her cum.
"Come on little brother!" she moaned passionately "I know you want me. I have seen you look at my tits and ass and spy on me when I am dressing. I see the hunger in your eyes. Don't be a pussy now. Use me the way you fantasize about using me"
It was obviously a sex role-play game that was playing out in Sita's feverish and very inventive mind.
She was being fucked by her brother. I didn't even know if she had a brother but the sheer eroticism of it was soon flooding my mind.
I imagined Sita bucking under a male Sita look-alike, on a beach in Sri Lanka. Sita's skirt up around her waist, the crotch of her panties tugged aside as her brother, with his trousers and underwear pushed down, fucked his prick into her tight shaved cunt, as she goaded him on with taunts of 'Mommy's boy'.
I imagined her fantasy brother ripping her blouse open to get at her bra covered breasts. Their fullness wobbling in the tight white lacy cup of her bra as he pounded her and ravaged them.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She panted "Screw me! Make your sister cum! Fill me with your spunk baby brother!"
The bed was shaking violently and I hoped the neighbors didn't have their ears pressed to the wall listening to Sita yell out "Fuck me harder brother! Make your big sister cum." That would take some explaining later if they were listening.
I saw the fantasy incest scene in my mind. Sita almost crying with pleasure (as she was now) as her 'brother' delivered thrust after thrust into her pussy. Just as I was. Ram. Withdraw. Ram again etc.
It was an image that blew my mind and before I knew It, I blew my load spitting a torrent of thick cum, spunk, cock juice, cream (whatever you want to call it) into Sita's cunt.
I felt each throb of cum erupt from my balls and pulse along my shaft into her furnace of a cunt. I was shaking with the effort and pleasure of sex, as 'Fantasy Sita' arched her back and 'fantasy brother' filled her with his spunk, in my minds eye.
We lay panting and wallowing in the joyful haze of post orgasm. Then we separated and lay side by side of the bed slowly coming back down to earth.
We showered and dressed before sitting side by side at the breakfast bar in my kitchen and having something to eat.
"So Sita, your fantasy is to be fucked by your brother?" I asked as we enjoyed a simple meal of Macaroni cheese.
Sita giggled before saying "One of my fantasies, yes. Incest is the forbidden fruit. Don't tell me you have NEVER fantasized about sex with a relative. Someone as damned horny as you MUST have dreamed about it at least once in your life"
'If only you knew' I thought as I put my hands up in mock surrender and nodded with a smile.
Sita and I chatted and flirted a while, her hand slipping to my groin to rub my cock as she told me "I was so fucking horny before the party. Lucky for me, you were there after that 'kid' (her date) soaked his briefs with a premature ejaculation. You really give my pussy a good work out"
After a smooch and a lot more fondling of my 'recreation equipment' she knelt down in front of me as I sat on the simple wooden stool in the kitchen and gave me a long and very wonderful blow job.
I came in her mouth, panting and shaking with pleasure as she swallowed every drop of man juice with relish.
She left late Friday night, thanking me for a wonderful time and teasing me by saying that she would like to play an incest sex role game again real soon.
"Maybe next time you can be 'daddy'" She said "or maybe I'll be 'mother', sonny boy".
The woman's mind was a deep dark well of sexual possibilities. Lucky me!
Saturday, my slumbering guilt awoke in a bad mood. Feeling I needed an excuse to delay chatting with Zainab, I took some time to give my flat a good spring clean
It turned up a few empty bottles of alcohol, empty cigarette packets and a pair of ladies panties under the bed. Not the stuff I drink or smoke and my dates usually leave with their underwear at least tucked in their purses if not on.
I wondered whose panties they were and fantasized about how they went from being 'worn' to under my bed.
I had a pretty good fantasy going about that particular question but soon moved on.
An empty pack of condoms behind the bedside table again, not the brand I usually used, made it clear that in my absence the designated key holder, namely Rauf my employee, had utilized my flat for fun when he was actually only supposed to check for mail, leaking pipes or the usual things that empty homes tend to have happen to them.
I hoped my landlord wasn't waiting to talk to me and decided to give Rauf a good ball busting on Monday.
Well, I could understand his 'need', however using his boss's bed to screw his pick-ups was not something I could let slide.
What next? The staff having an office Gang bang in the middle of a sales pitch?
As interesting as that sounded to my devil's work shop of a mind, it was not really the way to run a respectable business in Dubai. Maybe in some porn flick it was ok but this after all was the real world. Besides. Ms. Conception would never allow it.
After putting it off while I wrestled with feelings of guilt; I chatted with Zainab on web-cam. (Isn't technology great by the way?).
A long session of 'flirt' and 'counter-flirt' was interrupted by Ammi (my mum) coming in and bitching about Rida (my sister) and my continued 'un-natural' bachelor status. I would guess that all Asian mothers regard a 'child's' (we always remain children in their eyes) being single as some sort of satanic plot against their GOD given right to have and spoil grand children.
"YOU saw all those beautiful girls while you were here. YOU dragged me all over the country to see them and then YOU didn't choose a single one". Ammi ranted, her re-writing of history truly remarkable.
I wanted to say that I was the 'dragged one' and she and Rida the 'draggers', but that might provoke her to act out the age old South Asian melodrama on old age, parenthood and grand children. Been to that show already. Frankly, I did myself a big favor and let her 'editing' of facts slide.
"Why don't you lock the damn door when we are on the net?" I asked Zainab a little annoyed when Ammi had finally gone off to torment someone else. I heard her clearly screaming at someone about dirty dishes in the back ground.
"The wicked-witch-of-the-east (Zainab's pet name for Ammi) removed my door's lock" Zainab replied with a shrug.
"Why?" I teased "have you been surfing porn sites and sneaking boys into your room".
"Fuck yaar!" Zainab snorted "I wish! Frankly my fingers are getting tired and I was never fond of carrots or cucumbers"
I laughed out loud at that. My little ex-virgin sister had a wickedly horny sense of humor.
"There is always Lesbianism" I teased. "Surely Ammi wouldn't object to female guests in your room"
"Yeah but all the nice lesbians are taken" She replied "You forget, Ammi wasn't born yesterday. Remember what I told you about the things that went on in Ammi's house when she was growing up? Wouldn't surprise me if some 'experimentation' took place there. Besides as you know, I like men."
"Seeing anyone?" I asked without thinking as I recovered from another bout of laughing.
Now that was not really a question I should have asked when the lines in my relationship with Zainab were as confused and blurred as they had become. Yes. I had 'blurred' them so I can't bitch about it now.
"Zain still hangs out with me. Ammi goes ballistic but what the fuck. 'Girls just wanna have fun', right bro?" Zainab told me lighting a cigarette and taking a drag on it.
"What about Alia?" I asked remembering Zainab's rather chaloo (slut) friend and her tales of her sex life.
"Oh Alia is fine. She is doing 'it' so often she can't sit down properly." Zainab said with a smile "She loves to fuck, I can tell you. Not too particular about whom she screws either. I am actually surprised that a man whore like you never put her up against a wall and 'did' her."
Well, I admit that I had considered it but never got the chance really. Yes. I am shameless.
Ammi was screaming for Beena in the back ground and Zainab mumbled "that woman is on something I am telling you Bhai, either that or Papa needs to give her a solid fuck to calm her down".
I smiled at Zainab's statement and had to agree with it just a little. Why does it always seem slightly hard to believe that our parents ever had sex? Human nature I guess.
"As for Samia, Nassar and Daud" she continued "they are still tight with me and we hang out quite a lot. Like I said, more then Ammi likes but nothing pleases Ammi."
I nodded in agreement with her and said "True. Very true".
"Zain still thinks and acts like I'm his girl." She said shrugging her shoulders "I use the 'dumb fuck' for transport, parties and to pass the time."
I wanted to ask what 'pass the time' meant. Kissing? Screwing? Chess? But I bit my tongue and waited for Zainab to speak. Ask no questions, be told no lies.
Still an image of Zain, his thin tall frame and greasy long hair damp with sweat, as he lay on top of Zainab's heaving naked body popped into my mind. Better not to go there with questions. My mind was beating me up enough without possible verbal confirmation. Besides, Zainab might smirk and tease me with statements like 'oh 'this' and 'that' but mostly THAT'.
"How was your long weekend?" She asked "I guess you've been partying, flirting, and sleeping around as per usual?"
Now I have had girlfriends before and I have never let that stop me from having a quickie or a one night stand. 'Exclusivity' was never my big point as Naila, Beena and Sita could testify.
I have however always managed to keep all the balls in the air, satisfy my partners, girlfriends and above all myself, without feelings of remorse, so far. So why was I feeling 'uncomfortable' now?
Was it because she was putting me on the spot, something no one had done before?
"Sure" I replied with a smile opting to brazen it out "You know me. I am a real man-whore-slut".
"Yes Bhai jaan" She replied adding with a smirk and a wink of her eye," I know you very well indeed. Some would say TOO well, you sister fucker."
That little remark swooped in like a cruise missile, in clear view and with plenty of warning but Boy! It hit home, hard.
As I blushed and struggled for a witty retort, Zainab looked to her side at her bedroom door and then leaned in close to look into the web cam.
"Thought I should warn you and give you a chance to change the cum stained bed sheets," Zainab said, "Faisel and Naila are planning to visit you sometime soon. Hopefully I will be coming with them if Ammi doesn't go ape shit again".
Ammi it seems had already made a fuss over the passport application and announced to Zainab that acting like a rundi (whore) in one country was bad enough. Starting a world tour was out of the question.