Zamzama is the 'Rodeo Drive' of Karachi. Everything from Foreign and local designer labels to homemade lemonade can be found there. Every type of food, as long as it is Halal (kosher) is on offer with a hefty price tag attached.
Trendy coffee shops and small 'one-of-a-kind' boutiques sit squeezed into its narrow lanes. Parking your car is a nightmare so it is just as well that the clientele of the area all seem to have drivers.
Enough of the background, for fellow Karachittes in the up town areas, here is my prediction; in ten years time. Zamzama is going to look and feel like Borhi Bazaar. So enjoy it while you can.
This story is true. Only the names etc, etc,
I had just hopped off a mini bus, (they never actually stop just slow down), in front of the apartment building where my friend was renting a one bedroom flat.
I will call him 'Imran', although that is not his name. Like me he was in a lousy job with a lot of spare time on his hands.
Imran worked in a local estate agent so he usually got a temporary place to stay pretty cheap. He was a guy who made a good salesman. He could talk you into anything and often did.
He had been at this particular address for a week or so. It was easy enough to find as the apartment building, had a large well known restaurant on the ground floor.
As I was walking along the pavement, jammed with parked cars, towards the entrance of the apartment building, I saw a rickshaw (three wheel two stroke engine taxi) idling beside two young women. Nothing abnormal in that, it was 5 pm on a sunny May afternoon, and a rickshaw is a noisy but effective way to get around the city's market areas.
I was just about to turn into the doorway when I saw one of the women pull her kamiz (long shirt) up over her head and off. She was about ten paces from me and I saw that she was in her late teens or early twenties, with heavy make up and a trendy hairstyle. I also saw her black bra against her lightly tanned skin.
The other woman was paying the rickshaw driver off but the guy was obviously staring at her companion as she pulled a long t-shirt on and then removed her shalwars (baggy trousers) pulling a pair of faded blue jeans on in there place.
Neither woman seemed concerned that I was watching along with a few other men and the rickshaw driver. A car did a screech as its driver turned to look at the 'show'.
Changed and unfrazzled by the commotion she had caused, the woman looked at me and the other men as if we were dirt.
The rickshaw driver was still waiting but for what, I don't know as he had been paid and was not arguing or bargaining with either woman. Was he hoping for an offer of something 'else'?
I watched the women walk a short distance and enter another apartment building. I then continued on my own way up to see Imran.
We were sitting sipping cokes and chatting and I brought up what I had witnessed a little while before.
He smiled and nodded knowingly.
"Yup" he said "I have seen those 'bitches' before. Call girls, there are a couple of horny businessmen with a love nest in that building."
"Really? That makes sense I guess, but why were they almost naked on the street dressing when they can change in the businessmen's flat?" I asked
Imran shrugged and said "Beats me yaar. I just know the guys who rent the flat, actually arranged the lease for them. Stinking rich and old enough to be the fathers of those two bitches" We talked for a while, mostly about work and pussy. It was about 7 pm by now and suddenly Imran picked his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hi! Imran here on 4th Zamzama lane...yeah that's the one. I see you are in the area and if you are free, got any plans tonight? Well my friend would really like to meet you...yeah... Oh yaar we're old friends...., almost neighbors and we have done good business before... Come on....Great!"
He closed the cell connection and winked at me.
"Go and wash your face and hands and brush your hair, we got company coming" He said standing up and walking into the bedroom.
He came out as the door bell rang wearing only a pair of shorts and a vest. Confused, I watched him check the spy hole in the door and then as he gave me a broad smile, he opened the door.
"As Salaam walikum ladies' He said allowing the two women I had seen earlier in the street to enter.
They giggled and smiled as he kissed their hands and introduced me 'This is my friend who wanted to meet you so badly, I mean you have him Cumming in his pants thinking about you." He said locking the door.
They came in and sat down on the sofa beside me. They were in t-shirts and jeans and smelled of too much perfume.
Ok, so my cock is now hard as an iron rod, and I am sweating with nerves. I am also unsure what the deal is and look up at Imran who winks and says "Coke ok for you ladies?"
They both say 'yes fine' almost at the same time and then burst out giggling, and talking like school girls on a field trip, sneaking a cigarette at the back of the bus. Call girls? They didn't fit the idea I had of such women.
"Aziz, come with me "Imran said taking the empty coke bottle out of my hand.
Needless to say, my name isn't Aziz and the girls are not named Riffat and Saira either. This is what I will call them from now on.
"Ok yaar" Imran says reaching into the mini fridge that migrates with him, everywhere he goes, along with the sofa and a single bed mattress. He is a bachelor and travels light.
"Here is the deal, we can fuck them for the night but we got to pay four grand (Rs. 4000.00). Which one do you want?"
"Four grand" I shook my head "I don't have four grand yaar"
"Pargal Gaandoo! (Mad Homo)" he said slapping me on the top of my head "Two grand each and you pay me later. I got paid today. Fuck the electric bill".
"You in or out? Either way, those choots are getting stuffed hard tonight by me" He said opening four coke bottles. "I haven't had a fuck in weeks".
Neither had I and there are times when the chances must be taken. I nodded my head in agreement.
"Great; now drop you pants and ditch the shirt! Let's go get some ass" He said with a smirk.
The girls didn't seem surprised or shocked at me coming out in my briefs with my shirt undone; I had not had the guts to take my shirt off and wanted to hide my hard on from everyone, until things started moving.
Imran was busy rubbing his hands over Saira thighs and then up to the junction between her legs, Riffat was watching and making whispered comments to them both that made Saira giggle and Imran say "Yaar relax! These ladies are interested and want it; right girls?"
Riffat stood up and pulled her t-shirt off and then undid and unzipped her jeans. I watched as she stripped down to nothing more then a black bra.
I drank my coke and watched as Imran grabbed her and pulled her down on to the sofa.
Saira moved out of the way as Riffat laughed and Imran started pulling at her bra cups and saying "let me have some milk' as he sucked on her exposed nipples
"You can have the bedroom" Imran said moving Riffat onto her back on the sofa and moving between her legs. I saw him push the front of his shorts down and as I entered the bedroom with Saira, I heard the sound of the sofa thumbing as Imran started to fuck Riffat.
"Imran doesn't waste time" Saira said looking at me and unbuttoning my half open shirt.
My shirt undone and off, she reached down into my briefs and played with my balls as she asked me if I wanted her doggy style or on her back.
I closed my eyes and moaned as she played with me.
"Ok then, my decision" She said stripping her cloths off.
Like Riffat she had no panties on and had a clean shaved pussy. Like Riffat she wore a bra but she removed this without waiting for me to do or say anything.
Then she lay down on the mattress on her back with her knees bent and together.
Now I know all about 'safe sex' but I was not thinking straight and simply pulled my briefs off and got on her. I guided my cock to her choot opening and pushed into her. The good thing about paid sex is that you don't have to plead with the woman to let you do it.
She began to fuck me slowly encouraging me to move faster and fuck harder.
"Come on" She said "I won't break. Fuck me".
I did; getting my act together; I started to suck and squeeze her small firm tits and kiss her neck as my Lund moved in and out of her choot. She was hot. I had fucked really 'hot' pussy before but her 'heat' seemed different some how or maybe it was me.
Her legs went up and around my waist as she heaved her ass up to meet each thrust of my cock.
I came in short hot bursts of spunk, Panting and disappointed at my lack of staying power.
She waited for me to finish coming and then patted my shoulder and said "Ok yaar, let me get up and wash".
I heard the toilet flush ten minutes after she went in to the small attached bathroom.
I got up and walked to the bedroom door, opening it slightly I was just in time to see Imran deliver a series of hard thrusts into Riffat and heard him say "Oh yeeeeeeeeees!" as he came.
Saira came out of the bathroom and looked at me with a smile. A false smile I am sure, but a smile is a smile.
"We can go again when you are ready or do you want Riffat next time?" She said.
I was embarrassed by her boldness. "Its ok you know. Riffat and I have done swaps before"
"The businessmen across the road?" I asked
She looked at me and snapped her fingers in recognition "You were down stairs earlier watching me, right?"
"Well, you shouldn't stare you know and I can't discuss my clients. But since you look like a nice boy, they like to do us together" She said with a smirk, "On the same bed".
My cock twitched up and started hardening at the thought of Riffat and Saira being fucked side by side by two men.
She laughed "Yup! I thought that would get you hard again. Want me or Riffat or maybe both' she giggled and I went red with embarrassment.
The door opened and Imran came in naked. "She laughing at your small cock?" He asked with a wink and smile.
Riffat was behind him and pushed past him to use the washroom.
"Ok yaar. I want to ride this lovely looking piece of ass" Imran said rubbing his hands together in glee "be a nice boy and play nice with Riffat"
I walked to the sofa and sat down and waited.
A little while later, Riffat came out and looking over her shoulder at the mattress that I could also just see said "Imran you bastard-sister-fucker, take it easy, we a 'date' tomorrow at 3pm". The familiarity they seemed to have intrigued me. As Riffat sat down on my lap and stroked my hairless chest I asked her about it.
"Oh Imran and me are old, old friends. He has put a few 'good payers' in my way over the years. If I didn't fuck him, I would say he was like my brother". She said.
Her hand reached for my Lund and tugged on the shaft flashing me a false smile as she added "That's why I agreed to give him a discount on a full night."
"Now let's take care of this naughty gunda baccha (dirty boy) she said getting astride my Lund and aiming it at her choot hole. I held onto her ass as she bounced up and down on me stroking my chest as I watched her full tits (bigger than Saira's) bounce before my eyes.
After a while, we were in the traditional position, her underneath as I sucked on her nipples and stuck my fingers into her damp butt crack and fucked her.
After I had cum, she went to the washroom again and Imran came out having had a shower and asked me if I would stay the night.
"The girls want the mattress so you and I have to rough it" He said tying the bath towel around his waist.
"Is it ok, I mean do you mind?" I asked stupidly
"Fuck yaar! Take a shower and shut up!" He said before calling out "Who wants coffee?"
Then to me he said in a soft low voice, "If you get horny in the night, just go in and fuck one of them. Believe me, they won't mind. They are very co-operative".
Like I said this is a true story. Imran is now in Canada and I am now married with kids but still, it is nice to remember lucky days and good fucks.
Zamzama is still a good place to pick up 'professionals' by the way.
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