5 comments/ 8769 views/ 2 favorites Adventures of an Unassuming Man By: axxeman This is my true story. I never would have imagined that this would happen to me; not even in a billion years, and under no circumstances. I am a middle aged man of bad physical appearance. I am at least thirty-five pounds overweight and very uninteresting! I might have been pleasant looking about twenty years ago but now I am a shadow of what I once was. I have lines under my eyes, my hair is slightly thinning and I rarely smile. I am however six-foot three inches tall. I am also Muslim and quite religious and seem to treat everything pleasurable with a feeling of guilt! I never had any sexual adventures in my life. In fact, I lost my virginity to the woman I am currently married to, one night after our wedding. I never looked outside our marriage and never even thought about it. But then two years ago, our life started becoming very boring. Since we married very early in our lives, our children were all grown and left our home for work abroad. My twenty-four year old son moved to America while our twenty-two year old moved to England. Although my wife always treated me with respect, there was never affection in our wedding and after our kids moved out she began being a little abusive, as well. She would often argue with me for the sake of arguing until it was starting to become unbearable. Then at one point, I lost my job and that was when things started to get really bad. Her attitude became almost violent, so something had to be done. Luckily I found a job in Dubai a couple of months after losing my job so I moved out. I asked her to come with me but she had a government job, here in Cairo, with a very good position so she declined with the logic that a separation may be healthy for our marriage. I did not attempt to argue with her and just left off to Dubai from Egypt. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that my work had arranged for very nice accommodation for me in a beautiful high-rise building on Dubai's most prominent road; Sheikh Zayed Road. The apartment was on the twenty-ninth floor and enjoyed a spectacular view of Burj Khalifa; the world's tallest building -- although it was yet to have been completed. The apartment had three balconies, three bathrooms and two giant bedrooms and a huge living area. I was relieved, to say the least! Best of all, this was probably one of the very few high-rises in Dubai with a Mosque right behind it -- wow -- I could perform my prayers in the mosque, daily. Those who have been to Dubai will know what I mean when I say that Dubai turned out to be an adult's playground! Hotels, nightclubs, bars, massage parlors; you name it, they have it, in total abundance. But I was a good man; home to work and back and that was it with the occasional trip to the movie theatre and that was it. I was having trouble keeping the apartment clean so a friend of mine, from Egypt, that I met by coincidence in a mall suggested hiring a house maid. He told me that he was returning to Egypt and that his maid will have two vacant days in her week and needed work. I agreed and we set a time for her to come and meet me. She came to my house on a Saturday morning. Her name was Sara and she was southern Indian. She was very short, very dark and quite ugly; at first sight. She was the kind of person that you would never notice, whatever happened. She was shy and looked down at the floor as she spoke to me. I was glad she came because my flat needed work so I told her to go about her job and she did. And over the next few months, she came to my apartment on Tuesdays and Saturdays only. One day I came home to find her sitting on the floor, crying. I asked her what had happened and she told me that she had just received a phone call telling her that her husband had just died a few minutes ago. And over the past few months of her employment with me I had noticed that she would often be bruised when she came over. I would ask her what happened and she would often just say "I slipped," or "I had an accident", or "I bumped onto something." But then once she really looked hurt and she finally admitted to me that her husband beat her up almost every day. As it turned out, he wasn't working and was an alcoholic and always took whatever money she had and bought booze with it. So, that day she told me that she will have to go back to India to bury him. She also told me that she had two daughters in university in India that she would need to check up upon and make sure they were ok. They were apparently staying with her mother and she was the one providing for them. At least now she could provide properly for them, I thought to myself. The very next Thursday night after Sarah had left, I decided to go out for a meal, alone. I then when to visit a jazz-bar and came home very late, sober as I did not dare have a drink! Friday and Saturday was the weekend in Dubai so things were still very much in swing at around four in the morning. I decided I will not sleep but would wait for the dawn prayers and go to the mosque. As I headed back into my building's entrance, I saw a beautiful English neighbor of mine, that I had seen once or twice before, stumbling into the building and heading for the elevator just at the same time I was. I held a step back and allowed her into the building first. She wobbled badly towards the elevators and walked right into the only one of the buildings four elevators, that was already available. I followed her in, thinking to myself that she had a few more drinks than she could handle; a common sight on a Thursday night in Dubai. "Twenty-eighth, please," she painfully requested, in a nice, clean English accent. "Sure," I replied, pressing on the button for the twenty-eighth. I then asked "Are you OK?" She nodded then replied, "I have a cold and took some antihistamine and had a couple of glasses of red wine," she said, "I know it was stupid but I've done it before and nothing happened. Tonight it just went all wrong for me." I nodded and remained silent. The elevator reached the twenty-eighth floor and as she was getting out, her high-heel slipped between the very narrow slit between the elevator and the floor of the building. Her heel must have been at least four inches high and very, very narrow at the base to have slipped through that crack. She stumbled heavily and let out a loud groan of pain and anguish as the heel snapped and she began to fall backwards towards me. I moved up a step and caught her from behind as she fell backwards into me. I held her for a second and then slowly guided her out of the elevator. She then stood herself up and turned to me to thank me but lost her balance again and began to fall. Again I caught her. "Where is your flat?" I asked. "It's 2805," she said. I knew where that was because I was in 2905. So I guided her towards it and when we got there she opened her purse and looked for her keys. She didn't find them! She then took out her mobile phone and called a friend and asked him to pass by her house with her keys but it was obvious that he refused. After making a couple more calls with the same outcome, she looked at me and said "Well then, that's friends for you!" I offered to drive her to her friend's place where she had forgotten her keys but she declined saying that she was too tired. I told her she could come and stay in an extra room I have until the morning when she could try and find her keys. She agreed so she leaned over, took her sandals off and entwined her arm into my arm and held my hand and apologized for needing to be supported. I led her to my apartment thinking how pleasurable holding her hand felt. If fact, it was so pleasurable I started feeling a slight tingle in my groins! Then she rested her head on my shoulder and we both stumbled along until we reached my place. I walked her in and led her to the extra bedroom and told her she could stay as long as she wanted. She asked if she could just sleep on my couch in front of the giant 56" TV and I said she could do whatever she wanted. I then got her a bag of Alca Seltzers and poured it onto half a glass of water and jokingly fed it to her against her will but she drank it. I then made her a cup of Nescafe and asked her if she needed anything else, but she said no and I went off to bed unable to take my mind off the feeling of pleasure I had felt as I held her hand and her tall, lean and very sexy body, in that skimpy and revealing aquamarine blue dress, press against mine. I had been in Dubai for a year now and that night was the first night I had had a wet dream. I woke up two hours after I went to bed in a frenzy of orgasm and ejaculation. So I immediately ran to the bathroom, had a quick shower and went to see my temporary flat-mate! She was gone. Then for the next two or three days, all I could think about was her! I went out and bought an electric massager and frantically masturbated with it until I had nothing left inside me! On Monday night, about 8pm I had just returned from work and had my cold shower and had ordered Chinese take-out and was just about to start eating when my bell rang. I opened up and she stood there like a vision. She held a bottle of red wine in her left hand and extended her right hand to me. I softly took it and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and simply walked in without my permission. "Someone hasn't learned her lesson, I see," I weakly attempted to be humorous. "Well," she span around, extending her arms out as to show herself off to me, "someone doesn't have a cold anymore," she chuckled. "Sorry to barge in on you like this but I have to thank you. Can I sit down?" "Sure you can, but I stopped drinking twenty years ago so you'll have to indulge alone. Are you hungry?" "No, ate an hour ago. Us Brits have our dinner early, you know?" she said. "You drink, I'll eat. Is that ok with you?" I asked. "Perfect. Eat away." She got up and without taking my permission she went into the kitchen found a glass and poured a drink and came back. We talked for hours and she became giggly towards the end of the night and around midnight she decided that she had already overstayed her welcome and left; again kissing me on the cheek on her way out. I shut the door and ran for my electric massager! The next morning as I was leaving the building off to work, I found her in the lobby talking to the doormen. She was genuinely pleased to see me. "Can you believe it," she complained, "I have a flat tire and no one of these men wants to help. I've been pleading with them for the last ten minutes and it seems that now I'll be late for work." "You said you worked in the Media City, and that's where I work too. Want to hitch a ride with me?" We went to work together that day and I agreed to pick her up after work so we could go home together. And as I parked in the garaged I asked her where her car was. She led me to it and I changed the tire for her and advised her to go and get it fixed immediately; another kiss on the check and another session with the massager! Then came Thursday night and as I sat to enjoy my favorite movie, the doorbell rang and, in great anticipation, I opened the door and it was her in the skimpiest of dresses. "Want to go for a dinner, my treat?" she asked. "Yes," I did not hesitate and went straight to my room and found what I believed to be the attire that made me look that sharpest. However, my sharpest was nowhere near the sharp that anyone has in mind. I did try to conceal my bulging gut by wearing a jacket and a pair of jeans that hung high to cover the belly and shirt hanging outside the jeans to further conceal my shame. All-in-all it was a bit better. I came out of the room and she looked at me and smiled. "Now you're talking," she said and pulled me by the hand and we left. We went to a fancy restaurant where we had a great meal. She then took me bar hopping whereby she drank and I watched her get drunk and giggly. We stumbled upon a male friend of hers who drunkenly stumbled over to our table. "Beth!" he noisily exclaimed. "Peter," she coldly replied. "And who is this," he aggravatingly said as he looked at me. "This is Hisham, my friend from Egypt," she said with affection. "Whatever," he arrogantly said, not even bothering to look at me. "Beth, do you..." he grabbed her arm and pulled when she shoved him off. "Liz, let's go," I interfered. "LIZ!" he laughed out loud, "it's Beth," he continued obnoxiously. "I like Beth," she said with a sweet smile. "Beth it is!" he laughed. "It's Liz to you. Only he can call me Beth," she said as she looked at me and then gave him a disgusted look. "Then I'll call you Elizabeth; is that better?" he laughed. "Actually that would be better," She said. She turned took me by the hand and walked me away explaining that that was the person she asked to help her with the keys the night we first met. I had already figured that out before she told me. At around 4am we went home and she wanted to join me but I told her I had to go for the prayers. She laughed and kissed me goodnight. Then at noon on Saturday she rang my bell again and asked if we could have lunch together. This time she was wearing a sarong and a skimpy swim top and flip flops as she had obviously been to the pool up on the roof. She was all round reddish tanned and looked like a vision. I couldn't help noticing how sexy her toes were. Indeed she had beautiful feet, legs, arms, body and everything. I opened the door up further and she walked by me giving me my usual peck on the cheek; or so I thought! This time she planted a real kiss on my cheek and her lips rested on my check for a few seconds as if right as she kissed me she was considering saying something and got frozen in that position. I moved my cheek away and looked at her. She was smiling. She was teasing me. "Have a drink or two, did we?" I joked as I a faint smell of beer hit my nostrils. "I needed to gather up my courage," she chuckled. "What for?" I asked. "For this," she said and came closer to me and planted a huge kiss to my lips. "You really don't have to," I objected weakly, then let myself melt into a sense of pleasure I had not felt before in my life. I pulled back and looked at her. She was smiling softly waiting for my hilarious response that always drove her into a frenzy of laughter. She loved the fact that I was the one to resist. Yes, me, the ugly old man with nothing to offer; the man with the bulging gut and fifty years of a dull life behind him. "Why me?" I seriously asked. "Don't you know?" she smiled. "No." I replied. "You are so kind and generous. You have a sense of dignity that people don't have these days. The way you carry yourself is so ..., " she paused as she stumbled for the correct word, "so manly and elegant. You didn't drool after me. You didn't chase after me. In fact, you respect me regardless of the fact that I go against everything you believe. You really are a great person." I found myself struggling to keep my eyes from dampening. No one had ever said those words to me before. And to hear them from her; this, this gorgeous, sensuous, woman that I wouldn't have ever dared of dreaming of was just overwhelming. "Thank you so much, but I am neither elegant nor so manly," I said, hoping to be corrected! "That is not for you to say," she said, "I see you so differently than you see yourself." "Thank you." "I am not complimenting you; I am stating a fact. You make me feel safe. You make me feel happy to be with you. You make me feel that I want to give you everything without holding back. I can hardly resist touching you; you must have noticed." I shyly looked down, "Yes," I sheepishly said. "Then just let go and enjoy me!" she said with genuine sincerity that I found touching yet so sexy. "Take me and do whatever you want with me. Kiss me, stroke me," she took my hand and placed it on her breast. She then took off the top of her bikini and her sarong and pulled the bottom down and softly pushed me guiding me to my couch where she sat me down and took my T shirt and shorts off and sat herself on my lap and adjusted her slit on my penis and took me in, in one very swift movement. She was dripping wet and so warm it was hard to believe. The feeling of me inside her was unbearable, to say the least. She didn't move up or down but simply held my face in her hands and looked at me deeply and said, "I'm going to cum." "So am I," I said as I began to ejaculate with a violence I had never known existed. She too began to shake violently but did not scream or make any noise. I hugged her to the point that she must have been struggling to breathe as waves of orgasm just overtook my whole existence. She shook more. And as we both shuddered violently, I sensed a sound coming from the door of my apartment so I looked up at the door to find Sara, my maid, standing there looking in disbelief at the sight she walked in on. She had my key, it was Saturday but I thought she was still in India. "Oh God, I'm so, so , sorry," Sarah blurted in her Indian accent, but did not attempt to retreat. She was transfixed at the sight of our orgasm. It was only then that Beth realized that there was someone at the door, but she was too weak to do or say anything. She looked at Sara who was still standing there and that back into my eyes. "Please tell her something," Beth whispered into my ears, "I need more of this," she said as she got off of me and got up and went to the sleeping quarters of the apartment. I, completely unintentionally, got up and walked towards Sara, my penis exposed and still dripping. I noticed that she glanced at my penis then looked away in shame. "Oh, Sir, I am so sorry." "No, no," I said, stupidly covering my penis with my hands. "Can you come on Tuesday?" "Yes," she said and turned and walked away quickly. I went to my bedroom to find Elizabeth lying on her face, still breathing heavily. I mounted her then entered her and pumped in a frenzy leading to another ejaculation that happened only after a minute or two. This time I grunted loudly as I came. After I finished I licked her back all the ways down, slowly until I reached her as where I licked her buttocks. I then turned her over and went down on her pussy. And although her pussy had smells of her juice and mine, it tasted so good. I licked, flicked, teased and penetrated with my tongue until a heavy thickish gushed out of her pussy and a violent wave of contractions overtook her entire body. She, too, was loud this time for a good twenty seconds before she quieted down. Meanwhile I was observing her facial expressions during her orgasm. They were so sexy to the point I discovered I had another erection. I mounted her again and pumped and pumped and pumped for about twenty minutes until I exploded in pleasure and simply passed out. When I woke up it was dark outside and we were entangled and intertwined together. It was amazing as she naturally smelt like a baby would -- without perfumes, deodorant or anything; she just smelt good. She opened her eyes sensing that I had woken up and kissed me on the lips. "I have never cum three times in row in my entire life," I said. "I didn't think it was possible for me. In fact, this is the first time I have ever enjoyed sex. I think that only now I understand why people make such a big deal out of it." She smiled. "Your wife doesn't please you?" she asked as I had told her I was married and separated. "I have never, in my entire life, imagined that pleasure of this intensity was possible. Did you enjoy it too," I asked. "I am still trembling," she said. And with that, my penis rose to full attention in a split second. But this time we kissed. And unlike her initial soft kisses, she began to kiss me with hunger and lust sucking out the juices from my mouth and tonguing me viciously. I then went down on her again and licked her pussy slowly at first but worked up a pace. She then aligned herself to suck my dick and we indulged to the point I no longer knew where I was. She sucked me hard; not just inserting my dick in her mouth for friction only, but she sucked hard and I felt my cum would be ejaculated into her throat and it was. Again I came with a violence I did not believe possible. Then a couple of minutes later she came. Adventures of an Unassuming Man Ch. 02 I don't know what it is about travelling that makes us geared up for sexual adventure. Maybe it's the freedom or the excitement of wondering into the unknown. But what I do know is that as soon as I leave my home for travels, my mind wonders off to the possibilities of meeting strangers for quick sexual encounters. Until a few years ago I was a boring, middle-aged, unassuming man. But then I moved to Dubai and spent three glorious years there doing nothing much other than working and having sex with my beautiful English neighbor and my Indian servant. My marriage was shaky but after I went back to Egypt, my homeland, my new sexuality brought back my marriage and I once more fell in love with my wife. She accepted my adventures in Dubai as something that had saved out marriage and I even told her about my travel adventures, and since they were doing our marriage a lot of good, she agreed to let me loose when I travelled, as long as I told her everything including the minutest of details. But enough about that! So I was travelling for a five day trip to Dubai, again, to report something to my corporate headquarters and this time me and my wife sat down and set goals for me; sexual goals! I had to seduce the maids that cleaned my room everyday! Of course, this would need planning on a grand scale! My wife even set another higher standard of a goal: they had to be of different nationalities! Now the problem was that my firm always reserved elegant hotel rooms for me in the best hotels and seducing hotel maids was almost impossible so I contacted headquarters and told them to forget about hotels and that I would make my own reservations in furnished apartments, which are plentiful in Dubai. So I did just that. Did I tell you that to make life even worse, she demanded absolute evidence that I managed to seduce the maids! This was going to be hard! I planned for a whole week and decided that I needed tools for this task. Step 1: I bought one of those pens that record eight hours of video and audio for a start. Then I bought a massager – one of those long armed, vibrating massagers that can be either used as a massager or a vibrator. Now I was ready. Step2: immediately upon arrival in Dubai, I informed the management of the furnished apartments that I will not need their cleaning service and that I would hire a company that I always did business with. They made me sign a few papers waiving my right to sue if anything was claimed lost or stolen. Step 3: I contacted three different maid service companies to request maids on the three of different days I was staying there; all to come at around 2pm as I usually finished my work around three and would take half an hour to get back to the apartment whereby the maid would still have another two hours or so to complete that cleaning shift as their shifts would be from 2-6pm. My first request was for a Filipino maid, the second was for an Indian maid and the third was for an Ethiopian maid. I was now in business. The next day I went to my offices and left as anticipated. I had left the recording device/pen on record and strategically placed it clinging on a shirt pocket aimed at the bed and hanging on a large standing hanger where you can just throw your clothes on, and left the massager on my unmade bed. Of course, I tested the position by recording some video to make sure that it was aimed correctly on the bed and viewed it on my laptop as it had a USB connection. All the maids had been informed by their employers that I would be back around six to pay them. So my return at 3-4pm should be a surprise to them. Maid 1- From the Philippines: I walked into my rented apartment to find her working on the sitting area. She briefly looked at me and smiled but did not stop to greet me or anything. I walked around aimlessly pretending to be suffering from a back-ache. I then walked into the bedroom to find that it was nicely done and that my massager was placed on a small bedside table. I shut the door, got my laptop out and got the pen and inserted it and viewed the video. As expected, she had used the massager – this never fails! But she did not use it erotically. She ran it over her whole body quickly and briefly stopped it over her groins, laughed and ran it over the rest of her body and back to her groins for a second or two and switched it off. This was going to be difficult. I switched the recorder back on an replaced it where it was. I walked back to the sitting room and gave my best performance by holding to my back while walking with a slight lean forward and sat myself slowly on the couch. The maid was short and plump. Not good looking in any way. I loved it! The thing with very normal looking people is that they seemed less arrogant and more vulnerable. She looked at me and smiled again. "You hap problem, sir?" she cheerfully asked. "Yes, my back hurts," I replied, crumpling my face to express my pains aches and pains. "Sorry, sir," she said as she continued her work. "Oh no, that's ok," I replied, "I will get my massager and do my back. But thank you for your concern." She smiled and continued work. I got up walked to the bedroom, got the massager and went to work on my back. She looked at me. I pretended not to pay attention. "In Philippines we go to massage, not machine," she said in a concerned manner. "I don't want a massage because I will have to walk to go there," I was being sly. "There is Chinese massage place not far," she said in imperfect English. "I can't walk," I said. She continued her work and I continued my massage with the machine. I pretended that I was trying to reach for a hidden spot on my back but couldn't reach it and pretended to moan in pain while watching the giant 42" plasma screen. She looked at me again. "You want me to do for you?" she sweetly asked. Bingo, contact made! "Can you? But please only use the machine," I said, feeling the all too familiar stir in my groins. "OK, but lie on couch," she commanded and I obliged. She ran the massager over my back and I pretended to try to enjoy it if not for the awkward positioning of the couch. "Look," I said, "don't worry about it I've had enough because the couch is not comfortable." "OK. But you can sleep on the bed?" "I don't want it to be any trouble for you," I poorly offered. "No problem," she said. I walked into the bedroom and she instructed me to take my shirt off and lie face down. She then started working my back with the machine. Living in Dubai previously I had learned that massage was like water and air in the Philippines so I said to myself go for broke: "Can you massage me with your hands" She smiled softly then said; "very hard, and too much work." "Three hundred Dirhams," I offered –that's about ninety dollars. "OK," she was quick to agree. "Can it be a full body massage?" I pretended to be begging. "Of course, I meant full-body. But take off everything," She said. I took off everything but kept on my boxers. She did my whole back, legs, feet, arms hand and then told me to turn over. She then did my shoulders, feet, arms again and moved on to my thighs. Erection! I opened my eyes to see how she reacted so she looked at me. "Sorry," I weakly offered. "This is good. Normal," she said. "OK," I said then continued, "you're not angry?" "Why angry?" she merrily said, "Now I massage him," she asked pointing at my pesnis. "Yes please," I said. "But wait, I got up and walked to my closet and pulled out another two hundred Dirhams. "Can you take your clothes off?" No hesitation. She got up, took her clothes off and went to work. She massaged my penis with expertise. I slowly reached for the tit that was closest to me and very very softly circled her nipple. She didn't object. I continued. She was getting into it. She started going down on my penis and then suddenly I felt warmth. She had taken it in my mouth and was happily sucking away. I sat up and tapped her ass and asked her to move over on to me for a 69. She was dripping wet and had a very small cunt. Her juices were flowing at a rate that made me almost drink and not lick them off. She began moaning and moving her cunt up and down over my mouth so I licked her harder. Then I went for her tiny clit and she gasped and clenched all over. I attacked viciously and circled it frantically but made sure not to put too much pressure on so as not to cause any discomfort. She got up all of a sudden and turned her body around and sat on my dick and rode me like a champion. I pulled her upper part towards me and kissed her almost violently and she reciprocated while we pumped each other to orgasm. She broke off the kiss because she needed to breath as she came. I felt her juices flow like nothing I have ever felt before and apparently Filipinos are famous for that. Her body was spasming at a scary rate and her moans could be heard a mile away and I shot my cum into her while I too spasmed like a man with a fever would shake. She slept in my arms for I don't know how long. I slept too. When I woke up, I found out that my dick was still in her cunt. She moved and I shot another load and slept again. When we both woke up it was dark outside. She got up, got dressed and chuckled and said "bye," and left all in the space of a minute. Maid 1: accomplished. Maid 2 – from India: I opened up my apartment door but no one was there. I walked into my bedroom and no one was there. Shit! The maid never came, I thought to myself and started taking of my clothes. And as I stood in the middle of the room stark naked, the door to the adjoining bathroom opened and out came the ugliest thing I had ever seen! She was short, about 4'8", very dark, almost blackish grey, and naked! "Oh, God," she almost screamed in her hilarious Indian accent as she looked at me get an instant hard-on while she struggled to both cover herself and run back into the bathroom. And suddenly I noticed that her clothes were off and thrown on the floor on the other side of the bed; the side I could not have seen when I walked into the room! I went to the pen, pulled out the laptop and put it in, viewed it and BINGO – she was masturbating with my magic wand!!! Being an evil man, I quickly attached my laptop to the giant screen adjusted the picture and played the video with the audio. I went back to the bathroom, knocked on the door and instructed her to get out immediately. She came out covering herself in shame, not knowing what lay ahead! "I'm so sorry, sir," she said covering her tits with one arm and her crotch with her other hand and doing the famous Indian head-roll! "please sir, I just wanted to take a bath, quickly before you came because I was sweating and didn't want to look bad for you," she continued as my erection started her in the face. She couldn't help but look at my dick, on and off as she spoke. I'm willing to bet she knew she was fucked there and then. I moved in behind her and pushed he out of the room leading her to the sitting area as she protested thinking that I would throw her out of the apartment naked. I intentionally brushed my penis onto her as a couple of times as she protested by slowing down. I was I was so excited I came on her! and on the floor. She felt the warm semen on her ass and wiped it off, still on our way to the sitting room. She looked at me, weakly smiling as if to say OK, I let you cum all over my ass, can we let this go – I was having none of it. We reached the sitting room and I pointed her towards the giant screen where she saw herself cum displayed beautifully on the giant screen. She put her hands over her face, in shame, and cried. "I'm so sorry, sir, so sorry, so sorry," she said as I savored my second victory. I grabbed her arm and led her back into the bedroom and violently threw her on the bed. I then mounted her and held her legs apart and inserted my dick into her cunt with a vengeance and pumped for five very violent minutes. She was shuddering the whole time. And as I was about to cum I withdrew, turned her over and rammed her ass. I nearly passed out as I came. "You can go," I said, wiping of the stickiness off my dick. "Thank you, sir," she said. She was grateful to not be in trouble so she grabbed her clothes and left the room and within a few minutes, I heard the door to the apartment shut! Maid 2: accomplished – fast, easy, violent and more importantly, free! Maid 3 – from Ethiopia: I walked into the apartment. A sad looking girl was cleaning the room. She looked beautiful for a change! She was tall, slim and had small, well defined features and had beautiful chocolate, shiny colored skin. Why was she sad, I wandered? I said hello and walked straight into my room, shut the door and got my pen, inserted into the laptop and watched. Apparently, she had turned the music on the TV on loudly where she could hear it in my bedroom and started dancing around. She got onto the bed and jumped up and down and danced some more. Then she seemed to observe some cum stains on the bed, got down and smelt it, then licked it while chuckling crazily. She found my vibrator, massaged herself then shamelessly put it on her pussy and moved it frantically along her pussy and came! Bingo – again! This was going to be easy. But this time I would smoothly play her! I went back to the sitting room with my pen and laptop and sat down. She was cleaning slowly and appeared to by crying. "Are you OK?" I pretended to be concerned. "Yes, OK," she acted – no Oscars though! "You don't look like you are OK," I offered my sympathy, savoring the moment. "OK, small problem," she offered. "Why, what's wrong," I was curious to hear her lie. "Please sit down and tell me," I said while I hooked up the laptop to the giant TV. "I have problem in my village," her weeping turned into a sob. "Tell me," I offered my sympathy again! "We are very poor in my village and some bad men took our food," she sobbed more. "How?" I started feeling my groins stir. "They come and take. We can do nothing," she explained. "Can I help?" I was moving in for the kill. "No," she hesitated. "OK," I replied. "Oh sir I need money!" she let out another sob. "How much?" I asked. "Two-thousand Dirhams, sir," she looked away. I pressed play and the video went on screen. She was still looking away when she heard the music come from the screen. I had started playing from the exact point where she was cumming. She heard herself cum and looked at the screen in utter terror. "No," she got up and lunged at the TV. "No, what," I smiled, erection in full, now. "Turn off TV," she almost screamed, turning violent and looking dangerous – more stiff now, I was. I turned it off and looked at her victoriously. I had her and she knew it but I was going to milk this to a maximum. I was becoming good at being evil. Maybe I was just plain evil! "Shut up and listen. I got your name from the agency and I have a photo of your passport. I know where you come from and I have the contact numbers and addresses of your family. Now ..." I paused to make the maximum of this, "You are going to let me fuck you or I will put this on the internet. Do you know what the internet is?" She nodded. "I will also send a copy of this to your family, do you understand?" I tied her to the bed using all the linen in the room. Each of her hands and feet were tied to each of the corners of the bed. I turned on the vibrator and went directly for her cunt. She came within a minute. I looked at the camera I had placed back into the shirt on the hanger without her noticing and winked – one for the wife. I kept the vibrator on. She came again, but his time she was shaking. The vibrator was still on. But this time, when I sensed she was about to come, I yanked my clothes off and penetrated her and began to pump her hard. I timed it well! We both came together. She was still tied up so I used the vibrator again. "Please stop," she begged, her body shaking. "I will make you cum ten times before I stop," I threatened. "I can't come anymore. Please let me go," she begged. I looked at her shiny body and went straight for her damp cunt and ate her with no mercy, finesse or eroticism; just plain vengeance and a will to conquer. "You're a whore. You are my slave you little cunt and I will make you remember this day." I felt myself cumming again so I mounted her and came inside her. "The morning after pill is all I owe you," I said as I cleaned the tip of my penis. I then released her feet and she was too tired to move. I adjusted myself so as to lift her feet on my shoulders but instead of penetrating her cunt I fucked her ass. She let out a gasp of pain, sorrow and pleasure. But after pumping her ass for two minutes my erection deflated and all of a sudden I lost the will to fuck this piece of ass. I withdrew, got off her, released her bonds and told her to leave. I went outside to the sitting room and waited for her to reappear. She came out to me looking very broken and said she was sorry. I told her not to be. After all, did I not have fun? I edited all three clips on the plane back home. I was lucky as no one was sitting next to me. That night, I proudly showed my wife my accomplishments. She claimed that I had not accomplished my task! After all, did I not pay the first girl? "Seducing means to fuck without having to pay. You're such a loser!" my wife said. Adventures of an Unassuming Man I opened my eyes to find it was daytime and her pussy was practically in my face. We had slept as was! Then I found out that I had woken up because my dick was in her mouth and she was sucking softly. I returned the favor. This time it lasted for a long while before either of us came. And this time, as I came, hardly a drop came out of my dick. It just pulsated for a couple of seconds and it was apparent I was dry. Her orgasm was intense. She rolled around and I found myself struggling to follow her. But I did. After we finished she solemnly looked at me and announce: "I think I am in love with you." "I know that I am in love with you," I replied. "So now what?" she asked. "I don't have a clue," I said, "but please, can you give me a few days to think about this?" "Do all the thinking you want; I'm going to be in Abu Dhabi till tomorrow night. I'll see you on Tuesday." She got up, and practically ran off out of the apartment. That Sunday I couldn't focus at work. Neither could I focus on Monday; nor Tuesday. All I thought about was Elizabeth. So at midday Tuesday, I decided to go home and wait for Elizabeth to show up. I walked into my apartment after finding the door open. I then remembered that Sara would be there, but she was out of sight. I then heard a humming sound coming out of my bedroom so I walked towards it. I then entered my room to find Sara using my massager on her pussy. I moved back out but watched from behind the door as she pleasured herself. Although small and ugly, it was a highly erotic sight to see so I just let myself enjoy the sight. I realized that I had developed quite an erection. She then began panting and moaning and arched her back and came violently and noisily whereby I decided to make my presence noticed. She opened her eyes in horror, still shaking violently as I approached her slowly. She sprung up in complete terror but she still fell under the influence of rogue spasms. "Sorry, sir I'm so sorry," she almost screamed while her body fell victim to another spasm again. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen; of course, after the sight of Beth! "It's ok. It's ok," I said. She had another spasm and looked unbearably embarrassed. "Look, I do it too," I continued then leaned over and picked up the massager, turned it on and put it on my dick. "No, sir, don't do that, please," she pleaded, as I took out my dick conceding to the pleasure of the vibrating massager. "Why not?" I asked in pleasure. "Sir, no sir," again she pleaded. "No need to feel shame, Sara, please, just enjoy," I said as I lay myself down on the bed, the massager about to render me unconscious. A few seconds later I came all over my shirt and belly. Sara was looking at me with less apprehension. After all, had I not proved to her that using the vibrator was natural? I shut my eyes for a few seconds to rest myself and succumb to my feeling of pleasure. I opened my eyes and Sara was gone. So I shut them again and decided to rest more. After a few seconds had gone by I felt something damp and warm on my wet dick. I opened my eyes and it was Sara cleaning my dick and belly. She had gotten a flannel and dampened it with warm water and took it upon herself to clean me up. She did not achieve the desired effect as my dick grew at a monumental rate and stood challenging her. "Suck me, Sara," I commanded. "Oh no, sir, please no," she pleaded. "Why do you keep on pleading and begging? Just let go." "You will tell everybody," she weakly argued. "Who will I tell, Sara? Who?" I asked sarcastically, then continued, "look, I am separated and your abusive husband is dead; we can reach an agreement, can we not?" "What agreement, sir? And what about your lady friend?" That statement sobered me up instantly. I got up, my dick instantly deflating and looked at her. "You're right." "Then lie down, sir," she said. I did as I was told and she continued cleaning my dick. She then took my shirt of and left my room where I heard the machine washer go to work. At around six Beth came over. I was watching my TV when she just opened my door and walked in. She came right over to me and sat on my lap, legs spread apart and kissed me like she was hungry for a kiss. She kissed me more and more until I could feel her wet underpants rub against my dick. She took my dick out from under my pants and moved the lower part of her panties to the sideways and held my dick and sat on it. Her cunt felt so, so, so good, like nothing I had ever imagined. It was much juicier than my wife's and seemed perfectly made for me. I had not told her that Sara was still here. Then Sara made a noise from inside and Beth opened her eyes. She was moving up and down frantically as she whispered to my ears, "Do we have company?" "Just Sara," I said breathing heavily. "I met her as I was going to work, she was coming in. I think she has a crush on you; she fancies you," her breathing was now louder and she was having difficulty talking. "I walked in on her using my massager. She was cumming," I too was having difficulty speaking. "Did you fuck her?" she whispered. "No, but I did masturbate in front of her to make her feel better," I said, eyes closed and close to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," announced Beth. "Likewise," I said and released what I imagined to be every last drop of fluid inside me. Beth let out a huge gasp and started to shake, violently. I opened my eyes to watch her cum only to find Sara standing behind her in the beginning of the hallway leading to the inside quarters of the apartment. She was mesmerized and turned on. I could feel it. She was compelled to watch. She tried to hide but I called her. Beth opened her eyes hearing that I was calling to Sara. She then moved her body laying back while still cumming while sitting on me as I lay on the couch. She was still shaking violently as she looked at Sara seeing her in an upside-down position. I too was still cumming as I looked at Sara who was intrigued by what she was seeing. After we both finished cumming, we lay in each other's arms for a while. I then looked at Sara and smiled. "Go fetch a nice warm flannel and clean us both." Sara came back with the warm flannel. She was shaking in fear and anticipation. Clean her cunt first and then clean my dick and please take your sweaty clothes off. "Sir," she weakly objected. "Stop objecting to everything I ask of you and do what you are told to do," I was enjoying a new sense of manliness. Beth was looking at her intrigued in anticipation of what was to come. "Go along, now," Beth nicely asked, while winking at her. "And don't be late," she added. "You're not mad at me?" I asked Beth? "Mad at you? What for?" she replied. "For walking in on her as she masturbated and then masturbating myself in-front of her." "I would have been mad at you if you hadn't done what you did!" Beth laughed. "I love you so much," I said. "You're gonna love me a whole lot more very soon," Beth replied. "I seriously don't think I can love more than I love you now." "Sir," Sara called and we both looked at her. She was standing stark naked, flannel in hand waiting for orders to come over. "I think we need to move to the bedroom," I announced as I got up and lead the two girls there. "Clean her cunt first," I commanded Sarah as she arched over Beth and began to clean. I positioned myself behind Sara and doggy-styled her. Her cunt was already dripping hard. She came as I penetrated her and I didn't even have a chance to pump once. She began to cry so Beth pulled Sara on top of her and hugged her and kissed her. I then slept on top of Sara, entering her again. This time I pumped about ten times and she came again as she was now deeply kissing and being kissed by Beth. When she finished her orgasm I withdrew my dick and rammed it into Beth who was also wet with desire. It must have been a strange sight; a threesome between the fat Egyptian, ugly man, his Indian servant and the English beauty queen. When I was cumming I took my dick out of Beth who had already climaxed and inserted into Sara. She wanted to plead against it but I put my hand on her mouth and shoved violently bringing her to her third orgasm in fifteen minutes. When she finished her orgasm I told her I would buy her a morning after pill. She was happy. I had not had this much sex my entire life. I did not know that this much pleasure existed on earth! Ecstasy would not even begin to describe what I was feeling as I went to sleep between my two whores. I slept, snoring on my back as they both cuddled up against me. Sara moved in with me and Beth and we lived in blissful sin for two years. The things we did are unimaginable. We experimented with everything and everyone. Sometimes, Beth would go out to a nightclub and bring a whore with her; or two. Sometimes they would be Chinese, sometimes African, sometimes Indian or even combos. On my birthday, Beth got me two Russian prostitutes to spend the night. On Sarah's birthday we would be her slaves of pleasure and do whatever she wanted us to do. And on Beth's birthday, I got her two Thai masseuses to massage her and then fuck her brains out. Yes ... life was good. Then about 2010, the recession his Dubai bad and oddly enough me and Beth were made redundant the same week. Sara had originally quit her job and was living with us as our sex object. We all decided to leave Dubai the same week. Beth left first. That day I cried my heart out like I had never cried before in my life. Sara left two days later and I cried again. People at the airport couldn't believe what they were seeing! Then I left last. The day I arrived in Egypt my wife came to pick me up at the airport. We casually hugged then we had a silent ride home. As we went in our apartment, I was thinking of divorce. Maybe I would move to England. "Long time no see," my wife said, "were you that happy without me?" "Please don't start," I said, angrily. "Or what?" my wife challenged. I decided to play a different angle, "Or I'll fuck your brains out!" I announced. "Really?" my wife was sarcastic, "That will be a first!" "First, eh?" I said as I got up, unfastened my belt, and took my dick out. It was becoming erect at a viscous rate, to my wife's surprise. "I'm going to give you something you've been wanting all your life, poor girl." She looked at my dick in surprise like she was seeing it for the first time. "I...I..." "Shshshshsh...." I said as I walked over to her and planted a huge kiss on her lips. She resisted at first but then reciprocated and even indulged. That night I fucked her four times whereby she had at least six orgasms. She is now madly in love with me. I told her about what happened in Dubai and she has forgiven me. It's funny really, at fifty-three years old, I have become really horny and adventurous when at sixteen I was boring. Everybody seems to notice that I have changed for the better and I do notice that women have been checking me out lately. I am being looked upon as a man, not some old fart!