Family and Friends in Dubai Ch. 06bydarthewriter©
Things that go bump....
I stood on the pitch, in my stainless white cricket kit, bat in hand and looked around me at the fielders waiting to catch me out. They, like me were dressed in immaculate white kit. The contrast of whites against the lush green grass was very pleasing to the eye.
I noted their positions and took my stance at the wicket watching the bowler take his step up and trying to guess what type of ball he would bowl at me, using the positions of the fielders as markers.
The air was cool and a little damp against my face as the wind ruffled my hair playfully and I prepared to strike the ball coming my way...
Then I woke up.
(I would appreciate an interpretation of this dream)
By the time I joined the family in the kitchen, the kids were all in bed and any dinner plans had been taken care of with a fast food burger and fries on the way home.
Naila looked nervous but not as much as I expected. Perhaps Ammi's little chat had been more effective then I thought.
Ammi sat at the kitchen breakfast table looking clam and very collected. She had showered and changed her cloths and looked as she always did. The perfect, Desi Mother tending to her brood.
No one quizzed Naila about her feeling unwell and Ammi, true to her word treated Naila as she always did. Somewhere between grudging acceptance and contempt.
The classic mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship. The fact that both of them had been screwed by me wasn't affecting the situation, it seemed.
Rida turned to me and smiled in that nasty way she always smiled when she was about to question anyone.
"So?" Rida asked me as cups of Tea and Pakora (Sliced onions, peppers and just about anything really, coated in a spiced gram flour batter and deep fried) were placed by Ammi and Naila on the table.
"So what?" I asked selecting a flattish potato filled Pakora and dipping it in some Tomato ketch-up and eating it.
"So who is the woman who furnished your home and stocked your kitchen?" She asked.
I looked at her puzzled at how she knew.
"Oh come on Fahad. No man could do this," She said waving a hand around "It has a definite woman's touch".
"Don't be sexist" I said with a smile recovering my usual composure "I could be very talented or slightly gay"
"You Gay? VERY Unlikely." Rida said looking at me hard. I was beginning to think that my past had not been as well hidden as I thought it had been."
"Come on Fahad. Tell me. I would like to meet her" Rida insisted.
"So would I" Naila put in, handing Faisel a cup of tea. Her mouth smiled and her words sounded light but there was pure jealousy flashing in her eyes. Naila obviously didn't like to share and Ammi had earlier given her permission to play with my cock all she wanted.
"Is it Sita?" Ammi asked. Stirring her tea and frowning at Faisel as he finished his third Pakora in a row.
How did she know about Sita?
My question was immediately answered when Ammi continued "Some woman called Sita phoned today asking for you." Moving the platter of Pakoras out of Faisel's reach
"Sita?" Faisel asked reaching across the table for yet another Pakora, Ammi hadn't moved it far enough obviously. "Is she Indian?"
"Sri Lankan actually" I answered and continued feeling it was better to keep my mystery house decorator as the main focus of the conversation. I didn't want the jealousy building in Naila to explode into some sort of tantrum that would be hard to handle, better to clear the air. Tantrums and arguments lead to things that's should remain unsaid being said in my experience.
"My PA, Connie did the furnishing and stocked the cupboards and fridge when I told her you were coming".
"That nice young lady who answers your office phone?" Ammi asked with a warm smile of recognition. Ammi obviously liked Connie. Connie had that affect on mothers I guess.
"I hope so" I answered "Otherwise I have another female member of staff I don't know about.
I tried in vain to read Ammi's face for any hint that the idea Sita or Connie being involved with me was upsetting her.
Nothing! The woman should take up poker I decided. She gives nothing away. What a contrast this cool-as-a cucumber woman was with the hot to trot and very passionate vixen she had become in my bed.
Rida was about to strike. I could see the glint in her eyes and that evil little twist of her mouth that always came before some remark.
"Before you ask, she is from Karachi; she is single, in her late twenties and Very Catholic" I offered hoping to cut her off at the pass so to speak but Rida was on a mission and would not let me deflect her from being the typical controlling, nosey Appa (big sister) many of us endure growing up.
"Well, she could convert' Rida teased disappointingly. I had expected something more cutting from her.
She smiled and winked at Naila who smiled too. Obviously the idea of a boss/secretary affair popped into their sad little minds, I could almost read it in their faces
"Rida, don't even go there. She is a devout Catholic and a great PA, You start matchmaking and she will leave. There is a line of firms and companies waiting to hire her. Yes, she is that good." I said firmly. With Rida, you never knew when the joking ended.
"Is anyone going to make more Pakoras?" Faisel asked finishing the last one on the platter.
"NO" was Ammi's firm answer, and all conversation at the table thankfully died.
After a very uneasy sleep, filled with erotic and often uneasy dreams in which my mother featured along with Naila, I was glad to leave the flat before anyone else was up.
Naila, Rida and Ammi turned up at my office in the afternoon. Obviously to see Connie because they had fucking no reason to see me.
Connie showed them around and I could tell by Ammi's body language that Connie was a smash hit with her.
Naila looked less impressed but then again jealousy and suspicion were swimming around in her mind.
"Such a nice girl" Ammi announced as she sat down on the sofa in my office after Connie had served us tea and left.
"You could do well to marry her, Fahad" Ammi added nodding in agreement with herself. I was confused by this. She wants me to marry but wanted to fuck me? Was Ammi actually on something or schizophrenic?
I smiled and noticed Rida smile coyly at Naila.
"Go on Fahad! I bet she is still a virgin' Rida blurted out and started laughing with her head in her hands.
"Rida!" Ammi said in shock, as I nearly dropped my tea cup.
"How can you be sure?" Naila said bitchily. Looking at me hard. "Secretaries are infamous for sleeping around".
'You would know about sleeping around you little slut' was almost on the tip of my tongue but I stopped the words tumbling out just in time. "Enough!" I said annoyed with them "You both need to grow up"
"Yes. Leave the poor girl alone" Ammi said fixing a firm look on both of them.
Then she took a surprisingly vicious swipe at Rida and Naila by adding "YOU two were not blushing virgins on your wedding nights were you? Ask me. I know."
The look on Rida's face was priceless. The color drained from it and her mouth went slack. Naila seemed to sink back into her seat. She must have recalled being caught with my cock lodged up her rear and feared provoking Ammi to say it.
Rida had been poked before her marriage? 'Well. Well.' I thought "the skeletons are tumbling out now'. Had Tariq managed to get her into the back seat of his car one afternoon or had she sneaked him into the house?
I could appreciate the idea of Fighter pilot Tariq, lifting Rida's legs for a good poke, a little R&R before taking to the air to defend the motherland. Maybe Rida had seen it as her patriotic duty to give Tariq a ride before he went into harms way.
Maybe it hadn't been Tariq at all. Maybe Rida had been deflowered by someone else. The point was who did it. Who popped her cherry?
Ammi smiled viciously as Rida and Naila squirmed. "Not bothering with the denials girls? Very wise." Ammi added firmly "You wouldn't want me to name names, would you?"
I would have loved Ammi to elaborate but she didn't and the other ladies sat deathly silent as I sipped my tea.
Zainab nearly fell out of her chair when I told her via web cam later that evening.
"What!" She gasped "Ammi actually said that? Cool Ammi! I need to notch her up a few places on my chart"
"Chart?" I asked Wondering if some weird graph was pinned to her bedroom wall out of sight.
"Forget it" Zainab said and then smiled as she shook her head slowly. "So our 'Little-miss-perfect', Rida, was dropping her panties before marriage" She said "I would never have believed it."
I shrugged and said "Ammi may have just been being bitchy. Maybe Rida didn't as you say 'drop her panties' before marriage" I knew that Naila had.
Zainab shook her head slowly and said "Poor Fahad Bhai. You really don't get it do you? Ammi could put the Secret Service to shame where gathering intelligence is concerned. If she said it, she knew it for a fact. Rida's cherry had been plucked before Tariq got into her panties on their wedding night"
"I wonder who 'did' her first?" Zainab asked seriously. "Fuck I hope that mother-fucker Sleaze ball didn't actually get it. I would love to think he was second not first with Rida"
Zainab had issues with Tariq and to honest so did I. I didn't like the way he treated Rida much and resented his cheap flirting with Zainab.
A few weeks before and I would have doubted what Zainab said about Ammi's abilities. Now though, I had to agree that Ammi was indeed an intelligence agency to be reckoned with. I just had to wonder how much she knew about Zainab and me.
Changing the subject I asked about her passport and whether I would get to see her anytime soon."
"Oh Fuck that!" Zainab said "if you want to take up where we left off you better get that lovely ass of yours over here"
"A family reunion in Dubai isn't what I was looking forward to." Zainab said lighting a very funny looking cigarette.
"Is that a joint?" I asked sounding a bit more 'big-brother' then I intended.
"Yep! Zain got me some" She answered. Shaking it slowly after taking a deep drag, as she said "Good shit. The best he has ever scored"
"Are you seeing Zain?" I asked the words out before I had a chance to think them.
"Are you fucking Naila?" She asked in reply. Taking another drag on the joint.
"Yes. Yes I am" I answered deciding that lies would not work with Zainab. She knew me too well.
"Good. She needs a good bang to clear the shit from her head" Zainab said but she looked away as she said it.
The rest of the chat was uncomfortable. We avoided talk of Zain and Naila and finally settled on Papa as a topic.
"Papa missing Ammi?" I asked
"If he is, he is keeping it well hidden" Zainab replied. "He is eating all the things she never lets him eat. Watching the shows she never lets him watch going and to bed when he wants"
I laughed at that "papa sure puts up with a lot" I said thinking about all the restrictions Ammi puts on him.
"Oh by the way' I said "Ammi wants me to find out if Faisel is seeing anyone on the side. Any ideas" I asked.
"Faisel Bhai having an affair?" Zainab answered "I would be surprised but you never know. Some hot begum from the store might be feeding him her Ludoos (sweat balls) I guess"
I smiled and instantly thought of Rubina aunty from the store and park. If I had been able to find a place she was willing to go to and I was willing to pay for, then that humid afternoon would have lead to a hot night of passion. Maybe Rubina was feeding him Ludoos.
Na! She would be too intimidating for Faisel. Then again, who knew for sure?
"Plans?" I asked as we prepared to log off.
"Oh I don't know." Zainab said "the usual, hang out and suck Zain off" She said with a wink.
I laughed. But you know I wouldn't put it past her.
It was still dark outside I noted, wondering what had disturbed my sleep. I was awake because something or someone had woken me.
As I came up from my sleep, I felt a hot wetness around my prick and looked down to see the top of a head bobbing up and down as someone sucked my cock. At that stage all I could say was that it was 'someone'. Frankly the surprise made me pause and think.
I sleep in boxer shorts and a T-shirt. The air-con hummed as it kept my room cool but not so cool that I needed more then a sheet. Well the 'someone' busy working on my cock had pulled the sheet off me as I lay on my back and then they had eased my cock through the fly at the front on my shorts. The 'she' whose head was bobbing up and down as they were busy sucking on the hard man meat they had freed from my shorts.
I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of them blowing me unsure who it was and frankly not too bothered. The pleasure she was giving me was my only concern.
She replaced her mouth with a soft hand around my cock as she dived between my legs to suck on balls through the fabric of my shorts.
I stroked the hair on the bobbing head, encouraging them as the delicious pleasure they were giving me raced from my cock to all points of my body.
All this time we hadn't said a word to each other simply concentrated on what each was doing. She was giving pleasure, while I was receiving pleasure. Sometimes being selfish comes so naturally to you that you don't stop to realize that the other party 'needs' some pleasure in return.
I was in that 'selfish' mood now and when she returned to sucking on my Lund, I took hold of her head and started to slowly face fuck her. She didn't object, pull away or tug my hands away but she did hold the base of my cock with both hands, placing a limit on how much man meat I could shove down (or rather up) her throat.
I began to hump my hips up as my ass clenched tightly and my cock used her mouth like a choot. She sucked harder and bathed my cock with yet more saliva as I gently humped her mouth.
After several wonderful minutes of this I felt her pull away from me and use her hands to release my grip of her head.
I sighed and whispered "what's wrong?"
Without replying, she came to the side of the bed and got onto it, facing away from me, her ass pointed at my face. The bed sagged slightly as she adjusted herself.
I made a move to raise myself on my elbow but was soon pressed down by her getting astride my chest, her naked cunt and ass inches from my face as she bent over my groin and resumed sucking on my cock.
"Well,' I sighed "If that is all you have to say."
I eased her back until my mouth could easily lick at the hairless choot obviously being offered to me. Who was I to refuse to please her as she had pleased and was still pleasing me?
I smacked the firm globes of her ass and smiled as I felt her shudder. Yeah. Like all women this one liked a little butt smack to get the juices flowing., Nothing brutal or humiliating (although I know some women like it that way) just a gentle but loud slap on the ass.
I followed the gentle slap (meant to arouse not hurt) with a stroke of the generous globes of her buttocks. My fingers pressing gently on the firm flesh as I savored the smell of soap from her freshly washed pussy and butt.
My tongue teased the slit of her choot, tasting her juices with the tip and savoring the now growing scent of hot, wet pussy. She instinctively moved away but my hands made sure she didn't move out of reach.
I moved my hands so that they could easily and firmly grip her ass but still allow my thumbs to reach to and eased her pussy folds apart.
They did this with ease and let my tongue dive between her slit to lap at the sensitive skin of her most private of places. The erect clit, nestled at the top of her slit got a good tweaking from the tip of my tongue as she squirmed and moaned above me.
My efforts caused her to moan more and more deeply as I humped my hips up and filled her mouth with my very hard man meat and to give her that extra 'jolt' I poked the tip of my teasing tongue into the wet, ready almost begging opening of her pussy.
The effect was almost immediate, she came. I felt the juice fall onto my tongue and wet my face as she sat on my face and moved her orgasming choot over my mouth.
Her grip on my cock tightened as she gasped; thankfully she didn't bite down on my cock always a risk in these situations. She just groaned moaned and then gave my prick a good hard suck as if she wanted to force me to cum too with her
We licked and savored each others sexual goodies as all of my other 69 partners and I had done before.
I went to work on lapping and suck on her choot. Sucking the cum from her pussy as my fingers dug into her buttocks and held on for dear life. She was squirming her hips around now and I wanted to hold her steady as I teased and licked her.
I have to admit that the taste of her juice was addictive. The more I got the more I wanted. I heard her moan and whimper her and then her head rested my thigh as she hands held onto my erect Lund and her body withered in pleasure.
As the she recovered from her orgasm I reached one hand down to her back and pressed it saying "suck me. Don't leave my balls loaded with nowhere to go"
She resumed sucking my cock and even pumped my shaft with her soft hand as she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. Her tongue was not as active now and her suction not as forceful as before. The effect of her orgasm was slowing her down.
I cursed silently and hump my dick up into her wet mouth. I was being selfish again.
I needed to cum and she was slipping away before I came.
I stopped teasing her slit with my tongue and instead, opted for the old dating, but highly effective fingering of her.
I stuck the index finger of my right hand into her cunt hole and pumped it for several minutes. Then I added my big finger and use both to fuck her. I felt the juice in her cunt slosh and her body heavy in time with her labored breathing as I licked the cum my fingering was producing.
I felt her shudder and she came again. Heck this woman was hot. Naila or Ammi? It could have been either one but still, after the fucking I had given both yesterday, I was surprised.
I stopped licking her juices and moved so that I could reach to hold her head as she moved her mouth up and down on my cock.
'Fuck this' I thought 'I will just have to get myself to cum since she is past doing it'
That was true the second orgasm had brought her sucking action to a stand still. She was simply bobbing her head up and down on my cock as she moaned.
She blustered and gasped as I started humping my ass off the bed and face fucking her.
Her hands still wrapped around the base of Lund stopping me from forcing the whole length down her throat.
"Suck." I hissed slapping her ass once more .In desperation, I bit into one of her buttocks nothing vicious, just a little 'chuck' (love bite) to urge her on to the finish
She whimpered and started to suck again.
By now my shorts were drenched in spit and sweat and my bed sheets were a mess but I was so close to coming that if had stopped now, I would have gone nuts.
Thankfully for both of us, she didn't stop and as her orgasm died away, she resumed pumping and sucking my cock again until with a strangled gasp of triumph, I launched a thick hot rope of spunk up into her mouth.
I can't say if she tried to swallow it and failed or just didn't bother, but the spunk was soon drooling down the shaft of my cock as it remained in her mouth. I felt the mixture on man juice and spit running down to my shorts and shivered.
She kept my Lund in her mouth until the last spurts of cum had leaked from the slit at the tip of it. Then she moved off me and lay face down on the single bed beside me.
I lay on my back panting and enjoying the post orgasmic haze buzzing in my head.