Family and Friends in Dubai Ch. 04bydarthewriter©
Sunday morning, I went into my office early and spent the day clearing my desk and filing everything away. In the afternoon I window shopped in the mall and then had a light dinner with a few friends at an Italian restaurant before going home to have an early night.
Monday morning, the ever efficient Connie was waiting for me with a steaming hot cup of Pakistani tea (Chai) in my office. Not the weak stuff the Brits like or that awful iced stuff Americans pass off as tea. Good strong, milky sweet tea that kicks your butt into action. Coffee has never really been my beverage of choice in the morning but I am rambling here.
Connie and I quickly went over things I wanted doing; things she needed to tell me while she got my signatures on things that needed signing.
"Please Send Rauf in" I asked as she got up to leave my office.
I sat back and thought about what I was going to say to Rauf, but before he came in, Connie interrupted my thoughts by buzzing me with a call.
"Karachi on line one" She announced.
I felt a dark, dreadful cloud come and hover over me. Only my parents and my technology illiterate brother Faisel phoned me on my landlines from Karachi. Faisel still found a cell phone a challenge while my parents flatly refused to own one.
I recalled the 'chat' I had with my mother when I tried to get her to at least acknowledge that the 21st century had started and get a cell phone.
"Why would I want a cell phone when I am always home cooking and cleaning?" My mother had said and I could just imagine the violins playing in the background as she moaned this. Then she had added "You father is too busy to chat on cell phones too. (So much for Papa having a mind of his own) They are such stupid things why not invent something useful?"
Ammi never came up with any 'useful' things that needed inventing though.
Generation Gap? How about a yawning chasm between dimensions gap?
But back to the call;
"Hello?" I said picking up the phone fearing what I might hear. Talking to my parents had gone from being slightly awkward to something close to having my teeth pulled without anesthetic, since the marriage flags had gone up. They were still fluttering in the breeze and would remain hoisted until I was either 'wed or dead' which is very much the same thing really.
"Fahad?" Faisel asked in his usual relaxed way.
Now the guy has a good voice. I could imagine anyone but him using it to seduce girls. Faisel though, I just couldn't see it happening in my life time. He was simply too docile to make the effort.
"Salaam Faisel Bhai" (Peace my brother Fahad) I answered before asking the standard "How are you and the family doing?"
Pleasantries quickly over I asked "What's up?" wondering if this was what Zainab had warned me about.
"We are arriving on Saturday in Dubai, Inshallah! Is that ok?" He asked matter-of -factly.
Now what the heck am I supposed to say to that?
'No Faisel it isn't 'ok' so fuck off?' for instance; Tempting; but not really 'do-able'. So I just groaned internally and asked "who is coming?'
"Me, Naila, Ammi, Rida and the kids" He answered and I am sure I heard him yawn.
"What about Zainab?" I asked finally thinking I had delayed asking long enough to make it sound casual.
"No Zainab," He replied "her passport is still held up. She may come later if Ammi agrees"
Yes. I guessed Ammi would figure in this somewhere. Oh well, Hot little Zainab will just have to cum later after all.
My three bedroom rented flat was spacious enough. Ammi, Rida and Rida's baby in one room; Faisel, Naila and their kids in the guest room; and me in mine, that was the plan anyway. Well that was my plan anyway.
Space was not the issue but furniture was. The two guest rooms were bare. Not even a naked light bulb in them. Being a bachelor I had never had the need to furnish them I guess. Most of my guests were female and spent the night in my bed with me. Furnished flats for rent? Well that idea never appealed to me.
Ammi had always warned me about the bad luck and perils that leaving a room totally bare could lead to. Some ancient folklore she had grown up hearing about wandering spirits and the ghosts of the sinful dead, on the look out for somewhere to reside. 'Just put a chair or side table in it or some lonely spirit will come and live in It.' she had warned me repeatedly. I never listened but now with the imminent arrival of the gang from Karachi, I decided that she might just have had a point about.
Connie came to the rescue when I told her my dilemma and by Tuesday night, both spare rooms were fitted out with lampshades, curtains, beds, bed linen, pillows and even hangers in the fitted wardrobes. Something I would never have thought of. You really do need a woman's touch at times.
"If you don't like it, just tell me and I will change it "Connie told me as she handed the keys to my apartment back to me, along with the invoices for the fittings and furnishings etc.
"Oh by the way" She added "Unless your family live on microwave popcorn, macaroni cheese and Pepsi, I would do some shopping if I were you." She paused giving me a hard look before she added "I also assume they aren't drinkers so I would drink or dump the beer in your fridge along with the Johnny Walker, in the Cupboard".
She had obviously checked my kitchen cupboards and been unimpressed. I made a puppy-dog face of helplessness which brought the desired result from Connie.
"Okay' she said with a reproving look "Leave it to me. Just tell me what NOT to buy. Any allergies or major dislikes?" The woman was a treasure, and I valued her more by the minute.
Being a Pakistani girl and from Karachi like me, there was not much I needed to tell her. The spices, meats, fish, vegetables etc needed in a Pakistani's Halal Kitchen were well known to her. As for dislikes and allergies, I honestly knew of none, apart from my dislike of family invasions? Not much she could do about that. ++++
Time flew by and I soon found myself standing in the arrivals area at Dubai airport Saturday afternoon looking out for the 'horde' within the crowd that was my family.
There they were. I quickly looked them over as we walked towards each other. The way you did when you meet family or friends after a period apart.
Ammi looked well but the strain of travel was clear to see on her face though. She clutched her handbag tightly defying any would be thief to 'make-a-move'.
Should I tell 'Dirty Ammi' that Dubai is 'safe'? NO. Why spoil her fun?
I embraced my mother, brother little nephew and niece and then greeted Naila and Rida with a smile and a slight bow accompanied by the obligatory Salaams. My South Asian etiquette on display as Ammi was around. She was armed with a handbag and would not hesitate to use it to knock some manners into me if needed.
My apartment was minutely inspected by my mother the moment she got through the door. Only when every room had been seen, every cupboard looked into, wardrobe opened and the bathrooms inspected did she sit down and release her handbag.
"Naila, make some tea. The airline tea was awful' she ordered able to tell Naila which cupboards held what in the kitchen. "Oh and wipe the counters down before you wash the cups. Fahad was always rather casual about these things". Sounds bad? Heck no! That was a gold star off my mother. It's hard to explain. You have to have been raised by her I guess. If she had said nothing and simply sat clutching her handbag I would have been in massive trouble.
As we sat drinking tea, using the new tea set Connie had purchased, Ammi filled me in on everything. The others just let her ramble on. Years of experience had taught us the wisdom of silence.
My life was then taken over and I soon found myself ferrying everyone but Ammi and Rida's sleeping baby, to the nearest mall. The biggest Mall was scheduled for a 'whole' day of 'fun'. Gulp! My bank account would be soon bleeding wads of cash obviously.
Faisel found the food court and the kids found the play area with ease. Inbuilt radar I guess.
Naila had been very correct, since we met. She stayed close to Rida and the children and only when Rida decided to 'raid' a well known children's clothing store did I finally find myself standing alone with Naila watching her children run around like deranged monkeys in the play area.
She had put on weight. It looked good on her. Her fitted shalwar kameez did her figure justice and did more then hint at the goodies they covered. 'Faisel not doing his duty' I remembered Zainab telling me. What was wrong with him? She was a head turner.
"So Fahad Bhai, did you miss me?" She asked smiling sweetly as she gave me a side ways glance.
"A lot" I lied I could see the trap she was about to spring easily enough but walked into it just the same.
"Bullshit!" She retorted adding "You had your fun and that was it really, right? Typical of men. They lose interest so soon after then have had you." Her face displayed pure venom as she spoke.
She was being bitchy and maybe because I was annoyed at them turning up, I acted bitchy too and said "I didn't hear you complaining."
A short uncomfortable silence followed.
Then I felt that I needed to make a peace gesture or the stay was going to be awkward and even more painful then it already was likely to be. Besides Zainab had warned me that lack of sex was driving Naila up the wall. Poor girl was probably itching for a good hard Lund up her hungry choot. Where had my brain been? This hot, ex-lover was going to be staying, with me was reason to be nice. I must admit that Naila had been an outstanding lay and now I knew she was 'deprived' things could get very interesting. What type of a host was I if I didn't see to her every need? Memory told me that Naila was a fantastic ride. Eager; co-operative and inventive too, Women like Naila, well you would be a fool to piss them off and lose the chance to screw them.
"Come on Naila. Don't be mad. You know how I feel about you. But you are my sister-in-law and so we have to be careful and settle for less then we want" I said turning on the charm. Paraphrasing Zainab sounded really good.
She looked at me and asked in a serious little voice "Really? I am not just another vacation 'time-pass-quickie'?"
"No Jaan!" I answered putting as much sincerity as I could into it. "Never".
Naila gave me a very loving look after that and even flirted as much as she dared in public with me as we watched the children play.
My flat was smaller then the 'mansion' I had bought back home but I knew that when a choot is juicy-hot, its owner will find a way to cool it. Like a hard cock, a hot pussy has no conscience. ++++ The next few days settled into a routine. Ammi insisting on doing the cooking, cleaning and baby sitting while complaining about it and Rida, Naila and Faisel shopped. I went to the office and apart from going home to a full house, things were ok.
One evening when I got home I was informed that the whole gang was going out to some Mall. I declined the offer to join them. While I was showering, the family went out. I came out of my room to a thankfully quiet flat. I wasn't too concerned about where they had gone and considered going out but opted to enjoy the silence and peace I had at home.
I was just sprawled over the sofa watching TV when the front door opened and in came Naila loaded down with shopping bags.
"Hi!" I said getting up to help her and wandering where the rest of the family were.
"I decided to come home and spend some quality time with you" She said with a wink "I told everyone I was feeling unwell".
Like I said earlier, a horny choot will find a way.
I took her into my arms and embraced her tightly as my mouth went to her mouth and kissed her. After a deep passionate kiss that took her breath away. I took her bottom lip gently between my teeth and licked it with the tip of my tongue.
She sighed deeply, her body relaxed in my arms. This was going to be easy.
Naila quickly took the lead, reaching a hand down the front of my Bermuda shorts (no briefs) to grab my hard cock and squeeze it painfully.
"Hey!" I complained "That hurts!" She had long nails and a strong grip.
She laughed then cooed "poor baby", as she started stroking and pulling on my Lund.
"Umm" she said with a smile as her thumb teased the piss slit of my Lund, smearing the leaking pre-cum over the mushroom head topping it. Ah. If it could speak, what tales it would tell. But again I digress.
"Nice and juicy" She cooed moving me backwards to the sofa "hasn't been out recently judging by the stuff leaking from it" she added
Obviously I was not going to mention Cory or Sita to Naila. Bad move to mention other women to the woman with your dick in her grasp. Ball crushers are painful.
"Not since you babe" I lied letting her tug my Bermudas down and pushed me down onto the sofa.
"Don't move" She commanded reaching under the shirt-tail of her Kameez to ease her Shalwar and panties down and off.
She tossed both garments on to the sofa beside me and lifted the front shirt tail to show me her shaved fuck box, as her fingers rubbed her slit slowly. I could see her finger getting wet and felt my balls tighten as my cock got even stiffer.
"You like?" She asked leaning forward and passing her pussy juiced fingers under my nose.
"I like" I replied my nostrils flaring as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I reached for her hips and pulled her to me. Fuck me! She smelled horny and only a fool turns down a chance to fuck with damned good reason. Just then, I could think of NO good reason to refuse her offer.
A slipped down slightly as she came astride me, then used one hand to hold my cock as I ran the head of it along her wet pussy gash. She was dripping pussy juice. The fingering she had given herself seemed to have been solely for my erotic pleasure. I would slip into her with ease.
I wanted to tease her slit a bit more with my prick head. Ease my stiff man meat into her little by little and hear her plead and beg for me to 'do it'.
Naila was in no mood for games though and as soon as the head of my cock was under her hole, she sat down on it engulfing in three up and down humps groaning in pleasure and maybe a little discomfort as she sheathed me in her prick scabbard.
My hand was trapped between her deliciously wet, hot shaved choot and my own shaved groin. As she raised her ass to start riding me, I pulled my hand out and grabbed her hips. It was going to be a wild ride and I wanted to have some control over it.
Naila was wild. Her ass rose and fell on my cock at an almost unbelievable pace. If someone had told me that a woman could ride a man so fast I wouldn't have believed them. Naila was unreal!
She pressed her hands on my chest, grabbing the t-shirt I wore in her sweating palms and she closed her eyes with her head thrown back as her open mouth panted for air.
I held onto her firm ass and dug my fingers into them as she moaned, groaned and panted. I watched her breasts imprisoned by her sweaty Kameez and bra and longed to ravage them with my hands and mouth. Naila's pace made that option impossible. She was determined to cum and was rapidly riding to that target.
Her passion and energy was contagious. I abandoned any hope of control and joined her in the lust filled dash for climax.
I felt her choot tighten, my balls and stomach already dripping with her cunt juice were deluged with another wave of choot juice.
An idiotic jingle from Karachi went through my mind' Ghoont Ghoont main Juice" (Juice in every sip) A fruit juice advert. I paraphrased it to "Choot Choot main Juice" (Juice in every cunt). Amazing what pops into your head at the strangest of times. (Ok so it isn't an exact quote but there are copy right laws you know).
Naila stiffened and then shuddered as this happened her hands almost tearing my T-shirt from my body as she came.
I felt my balls tightened and squeezed my eyes shut as the 'munni' (spunk) was deposited. (Pun intended)
She looked at me wide eyed as the first blast hit her womb and then to my utter disbelief she came again!
Faisel definitely was NOT taking care of this woman. She was on a hair trigger where orgasms were concerned. What a fool he was.
I held her hips tight as she and I enjoyed the glory of our climax.
After the last spurts of cum had filled her and her own pussy quake had passed, she got off me and clutching a hand to her spunk leaking choot sat down on the sofa beside me. She took her discarded shalwar and panties and pressed them to her overflowing cunt.
Smiling and panting she said "We don't want any stains on the cushions for Ammi to find"
We caught our breath as the laughter of a TV sitcom filled the room. I hadn't noticed that before. Naturally my mind had been elsewhere.
"I haven't come like that in so long" She panted. "I needed that so badly"
I looked at the wall clock and licked my lips as I said "Come on Naila. We have some time still. (I hoped). Get that ass of yours into my bed NOW!"
Naila was soon naked (I insisted) and on her back under me (also naked) as I slammed by prick into her sloppy choot and squeezed and sucked her tits. She had gotten me so damned hot and I wasn't sure why. Was it the incest angle or her bottled-up lust and sexual frustration?
I humped her to her total and very vocal approval.
"Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" she panted "Chaudo mujhe! (Fuck me) Harder! Faster!"
I wrapped my arms around her and thrust into her slicked up cunt enjoying the heat of her pussy and relishing the sound of her moans, groans and pants filling the air.
"Wait! Wait!" she said suddenly, pushing at my shoulders "don't come yet! Get off me"
My head was swimming with lust and my Lund really didn't like the idea of withdrawal but I obeyed her.
As I knelt between her parted legs and looked at her she quickly scooted up onto her hands and knees and bending down in front of me took hold of my cock and deep throated it. The head hit her tonsils as I gasped at the sight, feel and sound of her swallowing my pussy juiced/man cum covered cock in her mouth.
Taking hold of the back of her head, I face fucked her, giving her just enough time and space to breath.
Her hands and fingers toyed with me. One hand holding the base of my shaft restricting the amount of cock meat I could shove into her mouth while the other worked on my balls and the sensitive skin between my legs that ran my balls to my anus.
I felt the seed build in my balls. I knew that the wildness of the sex with Naila was playing havoc with my self control. A few more deep sucks and licks from her tongue and I would spill my second load down her thirsty throat.
Did I want to do that? As sweat trickled down our bodies, I summoned up what self control I had left and told her exactly what I wanted "Your gaand. I want your ass"
Naila didn't hesitate. Didn't protest and didn't pause to even think about what I was saying. She just released me and quickly turned away from me, lying face down on the bed, her head resting sideways on the mattress she parted her buttocks and offered me a clear shot at her anus.
I leaned forward and spat a generous glob of spit at the hole I had enjoyed so many times before.
Then putting the tip of my cock at the entrance to her rear end, I took hole of her hips and eased myself forward.
She gasped as I entered her gaand but made no attempt to dislodge me.
Despite the lube on my man meat (cum) and the spittle I had spat at her butt hole, entrance was proving too difficult for my impatient cock. Easing back out of her asshole, I hopped off the bed ad dashed to the bathroom there I garbed the first thing that seemed likely to ease my butt poking, a bottle of shampoo.