1 comments/ 7964 views/ 1 favorites How I Love Those Pyramids! By: mughalpunjabi "Are you wearing the nice lingerie I got for you?" I was hoping she would reply in the affirmative. "Would you want me to?" was the almost expected reply. "Isn't that why I brought it all the way for you?" "I could not resist putting it on," she confessed, "it is so sexy and something I would never get in this place." "Can I see you in it?" I questioned her, hoping of course to then see her out of it. "Only if you can somehow show up at my door in the next few moments," she gave a nice laugh as she reminded me of the obvious insurmountable fact over the phone. II It had been years since I had been in Egypt, the land of the Sun, the country with a 7,000 year history and the cradle of the Nile. Flying from the Arabian Gulf to Cairo had always seemed to be more trouble, and this had truly been the case as Egyptians galore were headed back to their country after earning their periodic moneys in the oil rich states. The plane was full to capacity and the type of uneducated and relative boorish folks on board did nothing to help. Mercifully it was just a short three hour hop, which for a world traveler like me would not even register as a trip. Still being in a middle seat, having been bumped down to coach due to a change in flight seating and stuck between a smelly labourer on one side and a fat matron on the other, it was proving tough even for me to pass time. I did know that at the other end was the city with probably the best hotels in the Middle East, bar Dubai. "Can I help you sir?" Having finally exited the restrictive confines of the aircraft, I now was lost in the bustle of Cairo's Egypt Air terminal, a mass of humanity around me and no signage to indicate where to head to. The immigration officer had directed me to get a visit visa from one of the windows, but the crowd was in no mood to let me through. I realized at that moment why the travel company had suggested a meet and greet, for which they appeared to be charging inordinately. At the moment, I would have paid dearly to be out of the mess. The 40-something gentleman in a dark suit and with an airport access card was addressing me, having seen that I was getting nowhere. "Yes, I do not know where to go for the visa." "If you let this gentleman have your passport and $15, he will get it done for you; meanwhile you can follow me to baggage claim." Abdel Rahman turned out to be a senior immigration officer and unusually for an Egyptian, seemed to care about helping visitors to his country. His eyes lit up when I advised I was in Cairo to recruit sales persons for my employer in the Gulf. Not so surprisingly he knew the recruitment consultancy well and promised to follow up on my trip. Very surprisingly he looked hurt when I tried to offer some cash for his trouble. "It is okay, Mr. Naeem, I might send a nephew or niece your way; maybe you will be able to interview them for any available positions." III Quick Work Enterprises had sent a nice Mercedes, with a driver who spoke some English and French to fetch me. I figured we were headed to a nice district like Maadi. Instead I was real surprised when let off in front of a rather old building on a crowded, souk-type street. A team of three persons was there to greet and head me upstairs via an extraordinarily creaky elevator to the fifth floor. My impression of the place did not improve as I entered the reception area and was introduced to the secretary, Amal, who was a well-proportioned and highly made-up pseudo blonde with large boobs. The big boss, Mr. Afif came hurtling out of his side office and gave me a bear hug. "Mr. Naeem, welcome al-Qahira," he managed in pidgin English, adding, "al-youm Miss Wafa give help to interview, wa baad maghrib you come ghida al-baab." I knew enough Arabic to understand that a Miss Wafa was to assist during the process and that he was inviting me to his home for dinner that evening. I was led into the interview room, which had an adequately large table with plush chairs on one side and wooden ones on the other. I was directed to the best chair at the centre. The expected, unending rounds of tea and small sweets began almost immediately. A couple of minutes later I heard a sing song voice asking people to get organized and begin sending the applicants in as soon as I had indicated I was ready. I was soon introduced to the owner of the voice, the Miss Wafa, who had been mentioned earlier. Expecting a matron in fully covering Egyptian garb, I was pleasantly surprised by a mid-twenties young lady, a bit over 5 feet tall and dressed in a fashionable brown skirt and jacket, who walked in and offered her hand. Wafa would have looked good in a jute bag, but dressed to work, she was stunning with dark brown hair, a very pretty face and eyes that just held my gaze for much longer than proper. Unlike the secretary, she was wearing light make-up and had just a hint of perfume. "Welcome Mr. Naeem, I hope you have not had any troubles so far in Cairo?" "Oh no, not at all, in fact, I am sure that there are not going to be any," I professed, unashamedly staring at the beauty in front of me. "In that case, our first applicant is ......." IV I knew that there was no way she was going to come over to my hotel and let me see her in the beautiful white chemise and trimmings that I had presented her with at dinner. I had chanced that she would have opened the package the minute she got home and resisting the urge to try the lingerie on would be tough. I had opted to let our taxi go a few hundred yards from her home and had walked back to wait. Rather than using my hotel phone, I was making an expensive roaming call on my mobile. Should she not be receptive, I would have a real hard time finding a cab in her neighbourhood at night. Taking up on her dare, I was at the door within a moment or two, ringing the bell. Not figuring that I would be there, she had thrown a coverlet over the lingerie and opened the door. V The morning session went off without a hitch. Wafa kept things moving professionally and the poorer candidates were weeded out instantaneously. My list of possible selectees, soon hit a respectable total. We ran out to a nearby fast food place for a quick bite. I could note that most of the guys in the place were checking out Wafa and feeling a bit jealous of my proximity to her. I decided to take a chance at being even friendlier. Noting that she had not taken any dessert, I took my spoon and offered her some of the cake I was eating. Not giving it much thought she took the bite and then realized I was feeding her. To put emphasis what I had done, I took my napkin and softly wiped around her lips. She went beet red and conversation in the eatery stopped as all looked for what would next transpire. But work was work, and a few minutes later, she reminded me we were now twenty minutes behind schedule! We interviewed over 100 persons in the three days and selected around 20 to be working with my company in the UAE. Lunches remained nice, but since Mr. Afif had dinners planned in advance, I was unable to take things further for then. VI Wafa stood frozen with shock, her eyes wide open, failing to comprehend how I could take her up on her challenge so soon. Entering the house swiftly, I lifted her off the floor and carried her towards the only lighted room, correctly guessing it was her bedroom. "You should not be here, my mother will wake up." "Oh that is quite okay, you told me earlier that your mom is away to visit your brother in Port Suez!" My hands worked their way under the coverlet and soon it was off, leaving her standing in the white lingerie and matching heels. The chemise was somewhat demure, and may not have set off alarms in more liberal environs, but the state of undress for Wafa was still significant. I noted that she had reasonably shaped legs and petite feet. Her breasts were puffing up and down as more and more of her body was revealed to my sight. Her complexion reddened and this added to her considerable beauty. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and her golden-brown skin was set off marvellously by the white coloured garments. She was at a loss for words and I used the opportunity to put my arms around her waist and back her against the wall. She was unable to pull back as my lips came down on hers. She tried to push me away, but was not in position to stop my access to her lips, face, cheeks, neck or other parts. "Please don't," she whimpered, knowing well that I had no intention of stopping. After trying for a while, she appeared to give up the fight. I was able to pry her lips open and put my tongue into her mouth as my pelvic region came up against her privates. Soon she got the hang of things and we were able to deep kiss. I was so glad that I had picked the right present and made the correct call regarding the taxi. VII The people I had hired in Egypt had made an almost immediate impact on our business. Whereas prior hires had not been high quality, the bosses were delighted that I had got this bunch. It was not too long before a second trip to Cairo occurred, then a third, and now a fourth. Wafa had been polite and proper throughout, but had taken me to shop in the city a couple of times. During the last trip, she had accepted my invitation to accompany me on a Nile Cruise, with the promise that I would ensure she was back well in time. Her guard down a bit during the event and she was even sport enough to join me for a bit of dancing on the boat's disco floor. I felt that things were going to work better this time around. Cheekily I bought her a nice set of white lingerie and some expensive perfume. Whereas I had simply presented all at the agency with T-shirts the last time around, Wafa was getting something of real value, not to mention symbolism. I had packaged the items well and told her to open them at home. In any case it would not have been nice to open a present at the restaurant where we were enjoying dinner. I had offered to escort her back home in the taxi prior to returning to my hotel. After going a bit up the road, I had paid the taxi off and waited for a half hour in a roadside cafe. VIII My hands had by now wandered under the chemise and panties and I figured she was primed to go. The lingerie vanished in no time and I put her on the bed, sans all clothes and only in heels. Ensuring that she would not try to slip away, I maintained a steady downward pressure on her as I clumsily dropped my garments. Wafa realized that I was about to enter her vaginally and pleaded that she was a virgin. "Please I will not be able to find a husband in Egypt if you do this," she implored. For whatever reason, I understood her predicament and stopped trying to pry her legs apart. "I'm sorry I thought you were ready to make love." Though I could easily do so, my brains told me that rape would not be a good idea, even if everything so far had happened with her consent. For the strangest reason I blurted out, "oh well I guess I will have to jack off at the hotel." "What do you mean?" she asked very innocently. "Wafa, I feel close to you and would love to get intimate, but do not want to force myself. At the same time, I am now very aroused and it is not easy to come back down." "Is there something we could do that would not involve losing my virginity?" was her most surprising reply. The lamb was led straight to water! I had her sit down on the ground and slowly pushed her mouth down over my throbbing prick. She gagged as it went in all the way and pulled up. I delicately led her to my penis again and this time she moved down slowly and then back up. It did not take long for her to get the hang of things and, while the blow job was not worthy of writing to mom about, it was nevertheless immensely enjoyable at the time. Figuring that she could be surprised into biting down as I climaxed, I whispered, "be ready to take some cream into your mouth, if you don't like it you can spit it out." She just mumbled and kept going. Sure enough my explosion was considerable and her mouth was flooded with cum. Wafa both swallowed and spat, jerking her head back and away from my still spurting member. Thankfully she did not bite down! Ever the gentleman, I had a tissue out in a moment and was cleaning around her lips as she took whatever was in her mouth down. "That was awesome darling," I let her know. IX I was not quite done, but was not quite ready to have an immediate second go. "Wafa, would it be okay to stay with you tonight?" I was hoping for an affirmative answer. "Why, are you not done?" she queried back. "Oh, I'd like to show you something else without doing anything you do not want me to." Semi-reluctantly she agreed and went to clean her mouth as I stretched out on her bed. By the time she returned I had another hard on and had located her vanity items on the nearby dresser. Although she had thrown on the chemise, I laid her down and began to kiss her again. She had certainly warmed up and returned my kisses with passion. I figured many years of restrictive Egyptian environs had primed her nicely and I was lucky to be with her at the time. Very deliberately I turned her on to her stomach, placing myself behind her and between her legs. She tensed as I took a generous dollop of cold cream and greased her anus. "What are you doing?" she sounded worried. "It's okay, I am making sure I am not taking your virginity," I retorted telling a half-truth of sorts. Her virginal ass was soon to be violated. I placed the tip of my cock at her anal opening and slowly pushed forward. Wafa screamed like a banshee and bucked. However, I was ready for her reaction and held her down as my tool worked its way inside her. She started sobbing as I forced myself totally into her rectum. We stayed joined for a while as I tried to make her calm down while she cursed me in some pretty tartly Arabic. After she had settled down a bit and relaxed her muscles, I began to pull out and push in. Being a first fuck, her ass was exceedingly tight and her tears kept flowing due to the pain. It took me a fair bit of time to reach orgasm and send my juices into her a second time. As her insides moistened she finally eased and I was able to slide up and in a few more times with ease, letting the last few drops go into her. Finally I pulled out and lay down spent next to her. Pulling her mouth to me, I kissed her deeply and brushed the tears still coming with my hand. "I'm sorry dear," I told her, "it will not be so painful the next time." She gave me a look like I was from Mars as soon as I had uttered the words. But she did cuddle up to me and kiss with gusto. X "I have a Miss Randa up here," Wafa advised when I arrived at the office for my usual hiring interviews which now came up real soon, "she says a Mr. Abdel Rahman has suggested you meet with her." I tossed the name about and recalled the fellow that had provided assistance at the Immigration Area. This was my third trip since meeting him and so far he had not sent the expected relative to seek a favour. I figured that he considered it appropriate for a man of his rank to not hurry things; I did expect that he would be looking for my cooperation in the lady's matter. "Do you need me to join you?" Wafa had an unusual tone in her speech, "it seems the girl speaks good English." I wondered what had gotten into her. Just a few hours earlier we had disengaged from our tryst and I had returned to my hotel in the wee hours of the morning. Rather than cuddling up to me like a recent lover, she was almost accusing me of something. The answer became clear the moment I stepped into the interview room to meet my visitor. Unlike many of the girls who had showed up to for the interviews fully clad, this one had no issue with revealing her relatively shaped long legs with killer heels on her feet, wearing a chic skirt and blouse, showing a well organized hairdo, and, most of all, a face that could stop traffic. Randa was beautiful and she knew it. The trouble was that Wafa knew it too by now, not that she was any less the babe. "Hello Mr. Naeem," she presented me her hand. I was unsure whether to shake or kiss it, but took the safer approach. She did have a fairly strong grip and the smile on her face indicated that she understood I was in uncertain territory. "Thank you for seeing me today," she let me know, "I am sorry I did not call ahead and make the appointment." "It's okay," I responded, "and how is Mr. Abdel Rahman?" XI "You are going to take that whore to dinner tonight and not care one bit about me," Wafa was in tears now, having just given me an earful of what she thought of my new acquaintance. "No, I am invited by her uncle and," I measured my words carefully, "she did not say she would be there." "And I am supposed to believe that," Wafa continued, "you do not have any feelings for me anymore!" Less than a day had passed from where we had been most intimate with each other, now the jealous side of Wafa was showing up. "Did you hire her?" Wafa kept on. "No, she did not even ask for a job and neither did her uncle send any such message," I explained though somewhat uncertain of why such a request had not arrived. Wafa could not care less, suggesting, "you will make love to her like many others who have enjoyed her body and charms." This was truly not what I wanted to be involved with. The trouble was that we were still in the office. Still I acted impulsively, lifted her off the ground, laid her on the table, and brought my mouth over hers. Shocked for an instant, Wafa quickly kissed back. I could tell she was ready to let me go further so as to not let the other person get my attentions instead. Wafa did not object, when my fingers found their way under her skirt and came up against her panties. She did, however, firmly grab on to my arm to restrict me from inserting my fingers further than the bit I already had into her cunt. I retracted my hand and broke off the kiss. Wafa jumped off the table, took the fingers that had just come out of her pussy and sucked on them for a bit, then smoothed her clothing out, and gave me a magnificent smile. She sensed I had been won back, and was displaying her regained confidence, but things were not quite that simple. XII "Mr. Naeem, I am honoured to have you as my guest," Abdel Rahman was effusive in his welcome. I had just been picked up by Randa in a new Toyota and driven over to his place. My attention was riveted on her through the forty minute drive as the short skirt she was wearing had hiked up and furthermore her boobs were freely jiggling in the tight T-shirt she had on. Randa was an un-Egyptian as could be; perhaps this was a new class of person I mused. "I hope Randa drove you over safely, she can be a speed devil sometimes," he added, eliciting a fake show of surprise from her. "Well as long as we got here safely, then all's forgiven," I figured there was no reason to make an issue. "We are going to have a nice dinner, then go to enjoy the Cairo nightlife," my host advised. Egyptians can be exceedingly hospitable, particularly when there is a business angle involved and I wondered when Abdel Rahman might bring up whatever benefit he expected from my side. A veritable spread of Egyptian and Mediterranean foods weighed down the dining table. I was expecting to see a wife or other members of his family but none made an appearance. "I see you are looking forward to meeting my family," he chimed in right after loading my plate with much more food than I could eat in a day. "Well, I was hoping to have that opportunity." "And you will," he responded, "it just so happens that they are all attending a wedding in Alexandria and I will join them tomorrow afternoon." How I Love Those Pyramids! "If you were busy, this dinner could be held another day," I pressed. "That is true but you are off to Dubai soon and I won't be back for at least one week, so this was the only time available." We must have eaten for what seemed like days but was only a couple of hours. Every time I protested that the serving was too large, Abdel Rahman feigned that I did not like the food. And every so often Randa simply picked up a morsel from some dish and fed it directly to me. After an exceedingly sweet dessert and strong coffee, my host indicated that we were heading to one of the best belly dancing spots in Cairo. Randa told me that she had to go off, but would be seeing me soon. I must confess that it was a downer to see such a fine piece of womanhood leave, but imagined that there may be other items of interest in the near future. XIII The night club was as expected, garish, unevenly lit, odorous and noisy. Abdel Rahman had arranged a table proximate to an empty area to one side of the club. Alcoholic drinks appeared but he had already told me that he did not touch the stuff. There seemed to be an air of expectancy as midnight passed. I was quite tired from work during the day and the heavy meal but still wondered about the quality of entertainment to come. The beat of drums and clash of cymbals indicated the night was on. A couple of reasonable looking females proceeded on to the dance floor and performed a half-decent belly dance. After fifteen minutes or so, they exited, without much crowd applause. The second act surprisingly was a fat man, with his top bare. The man threw himself into an unbelievable series of belly dance manoeuvers, eliciting a very positive response from the crowd. This performance lasted till it was almost 1 a.m. Shortly after this the club went totally silent and many lights were also dimmed. The roar of the crowd, interspersed with the increasing loudness of musical instruments suggested that the main performer was coming on stage. A very well proportioned female, without a great deal of skin showing came to the center and began to sway. Unlike the other girls, she also had a veil across her face. However, unlike the other girls who had stayed and danced in the dedicated area, this one had no issues with moving through the tables and flirting with patrons as she danced. I was most surprised when she tilted her head back while standing just a foot or so away from me and brought her face close to mine. As I wondered what would happen next, she undid the veil and let it drop to one side. Immediately she turned herself around and landed a kiss on my lips. As the crowd roared, she swayed some more and coming close to my ear, whispered, "I hope you like my performance, you should find it much better than my driving!" I suddenly realized that the performer was none other than Randa. The removal of the veil was just a precursor to her taking off much of the clothing on her. Soon she was as barely clad as any of the prior performers. I could see that she had a sizeable cleavage, a not so large butt, and a midriff that was just amazing. Throughout her set she kept coming up to me and tousled my hair, kissed my cheek or did something else of a suggestive nature. On her last pass, she softly said, "wait for me later," and ran out through the stage door. "Well you can probably guess that she isn't really my niece after all," Abdel Rahman broke the post dance silence. "Is she your girlfriend?" "No, I have not even touched her," he told me, "Randa is a distant relative who I help on occasion and on other occasions she helps me." "And what is happening today?" "Today, she is yours as a token of my friendship." "But what am I asked in return?" "Nothing at all for now, believe me we Egyptians can be as hospitable as your Pathans, but maybe sometime in future you could help Randa or someone else!" He continued being evasive till quite late. At well past three he begged my leave so he could head out to the family wedding. As I wondered about getting to my hotel, a waiter appeared and asked me to follow him. Randa was waiting in her car and beckoned me to join her. XIV If there was any uncertainty in what would transpire next, the drive back to her place, an apartment in a fashionable Cairo district not far from my hotel, effectively dealt with it. As we drove away from the club, Randa lifted my hand and placed it under her short skirt. No panties impeded my fingers as they began to feel inside her warm pussy. Cairo is normally a traffic nightmare, but at that time things moved fast, as did my digits. Randa came four or five times before pulling into the parking lot. Her mouth closed on mine and our tongues and lips joined for a considerable while. Disengaging, Randa jumped out of the car and I followed her into the elevator. Even at this late hour, the elevator was manned by a uniformed person, who instinctively guessed what was happening. His silence was bought by the $10 bill I slipped into his hand just as he began to object to my being a strange male going to a lady's apartment. I imagined he was making quite a bit on the side in this manner. Wafa was right that I would not bat an eyelid if the possibility of fucking Randa arose. Well it arose and so did I. We had hardly entered her apartment and the door had shut when she simply dropped her skirt. Randa walked on towards what would likely be her bedroom, discarding one garment after another. It certainly was a spacious apartment and I had no illusions how she managed to afford such a place. She turned into a doorway and I followed her into a well-furnished bedroom. By this time she was bare naked, excepting some jewelry and sandals. The shoes were kicked off towards one side of the room and she turned to face me. Randa was a sight to behold. Though not quite svelte in the Western sense, she certainly had a great deal of sex appeal. Her slightly wide hips actually appeared to be fit to be hugged and her waist while suggesting fragility was actually tight with muscles. Her hair cascaded down and covered her breasts. She lifted her arms up towards me and I went right into her embrace. My clothing vanished in no time at all and both of us found ourselves in a plush and large bed. How many other lovers she had entertained there I did not know. That night, however, she acted almost as I was her first, coy and brave at the same time. She begged me to be gentle as my cock entered her moist pussy. The sudden rigidity of her vaginal muscles suggested tautness, though I guess this was from much practice with sex play. Our bodies moved in a synchronous motion and she gave herself to me in a way that I have difficulty imagining. After keeping me from coming a number of times by flexing her vaginal muscles, she finally allowed me to spurt forth. I came like never before and flooded her cunt. Randa raked me across my back and acted as if she had the best orgasm in her life. My release attained she snuggled up against me and began to massage my shoulders. I felt my body easing and expected to have a bit of sleep before dawn. Instead the soft brush of her lips on my cock brought me to my senses really quickly. Randa began to insert my penis into her mouth with gusto, either taking a small peck of the tip or giving a quick kiss every time her head moved back upwards. Since I had released just a few moments earlier, it took a while for the orgasm to be attained, but Randa sucked my juice into her mouth while holding only the top inch or so in her teeth. My cock probably still has those teethmarks. They should have hurt plenty but did nothing of the sort as I filled her mouth up. Releasing my cock, she bent her head backwards, letting the cum flow down her throat. Anyone who would think she was done with me would be very wrong. My cock continued to end up in her mouth, her cunt and in her ass. I came everywhere and anywhere as we furiously mated for the next few hours. My cellphone beeped to advise that it was time to wake up. It was the toughest bed that I have ever had to willingly leave in my life. XV Wafa had no intention to talk to me when I finally made it to the office. She would not talk to me much, except for strict business the second day either. I only had a couple more days remaining prior to returning to Dubai and the next Cairo trip was at least six months away on account of other commitments. The third day, I took the direct approach and asked her what the matter was. Expecting a long winded response, accusing me of betraying her, of being a womanizer, or something of the sort, I was most surprised with what she did next. She had worn a knee length skirt to the office and she came up and stood in front of me, with her back to the desk. She took my right hand and placed it under her skirt. I felt around and could not detect any signs of panties. Instead I was holding her pussy in my hand and she did not object as I inserted a finger part way. "That's all you want, don't you?" she accusingly said, "and will put your cock in any available place!" "No, Wafa, you know I want you." "Is that why you were with that whore that whole night?" "I felt I had to accept the offer from Mr. Abdel Rahman," I sheepishly said. "So what did she ask in return?" "Nothing in fact and he did not ask anything either." Her juices had begun to run down my fingers and I wondered where things would head to. "Wafa, I do want to make love to you, I know that Randa is a high-class call girl and I have no illusion of any relationship with her." "And do you want a long-term relationship with me?" "Of course I do." Wafa had undone the buttons on her blouse and bent down to let me see that she had no bra either. My free hand began to stroke her breast. "Do you think I would be suitable to be your wife?" The question took me by surprise and as I hesitated with my answer, she arched upwards to pull her cunt and breast away from my hands. "I think you should focus on work for the next day or so and then get back to Dubai," Wafa said, teary-eyed, as she straightened her skirt and headed to the doorway. XVI The knock on my hotel door was unexpected. Even more unexpected was the form of Abdel Rahman, who was back from Alexandria quicker than he had advised me. I imagined he was there to finally let me know what favour I could do for him. I was right. "Mr. Naeem, I understand that Randa was a good hostess." "Yes, thank you, she was very gracious." "And I also believe that Wafa, at the agency, has been most helpful." I was surprised at mention of Wafa and queried him about how he knew her. "Wafa is actually a niece of mine, my elder sister's daughter, we are grateful that you have been professional in dealing with her." That suggested he did not know of how intimate I had been with Wafa. "I would be most obliged if you could help both Randa and Wafa find suitable employment in the UAE. Also I have other nieces that I hope I can seek your assistance with placement." So finally the pieces of the puzzle were coming together. While Abdel Rahman probably was not fucking Randa, he was definitely sending business her way and taking a cut. Wafa actually was his niece and he was doing an uncle's duty in helping her get ahead. The other nieces I wondered about, but after the quality displayed by Wafa and Randa, I figured these could not be old Egyptian matrons. This also explained why he had sought me out particularly at the airport on my earlier trip in to Cairo, a likely tip from the recruiting agency, if not Wafa herself. "And how exactly do you think I could be of help?" "You had told me of your friend who was the MD at a major hotel in Dubai, perhaps he can help get Randa a performing contract there?" "That I could do," I responded knowing that my pal would actually kiss my feet for bringing such a choice piece as Randa over to him. "Thank you so much, I am sure she will also remember you as her benefactor!" "And Wafa, surely I cannot do the same for her?" "No, but I note that you do not have a personal assistant at your office and someone of your stature should!" He was right on that score. Just a few weeks earlier my assistant Gita had resigned to get married and move to Canada. The position was open and a willing person was there. "But will she accept the job only or is she expecting anything else from me?" "Mr. Naeem, she will make proper love to you when she feels comfortable, whether she does it before or after marriage is up to her!" For an uncle to be so blunt was truly strange. Abdel Rahman, however, was being entirely truthful about the matter and I took his word for it. Wafa did seem like the sort of girl who would bend, but not break, till she got what she wanted. XVII Apparently what she wanted so very much was me! Wafa stretched out on my bed, no clothing covering any part of her gorgeous body. I had ripped every garment off her the minute we were able to retire to the solitude of my suite at the Sharm al Sheikh Marriott. She had tried unsuccessfully to not let the lacy garments get shredded but I reminded her that these were just a set of clothing she would need once in a lifetime and had no added value. My mouth closed over hers and our tongues intertwined passionately. Wafa helped me out of my clothes as quickly as possible. Pushing her down onto the bed, I yanked her legs open. She tensed as I positioned my cock at her vaginal entrance. My push in was met by a hiss that grew to a shrill scream as her hymen was rent apart and my penis entered her vagina. Wafa tried to push me out and end the pain, but I overcame her resistance with ease, my cock penetrating her further and further till I could go no deeper. As she sobbed, I started to pull out and thrust back in. Somewhere in the process her sobbing turned to deep sighs and then grunts of satisfaction. I controlled myself as long as I could, a difficult task given the fact that she was just in the process of losing her virginity. Wafa had already had a few orgasms and was oblivious to any pain. Finally I let go and came for a long while. "You hurt me so badly darling," she coyly complained to me. I was going to hurt her many more times. Since my parents had passed away early on in my life and I had no extended familial links in Pakistan or elsewhere, my chances of finding a suitable wife were slim, even if I was quite well off, handsome and upwardly mobile. Wafa had many of the qualities that I sought in a life partner. She had only worked at my company in Dubai for a period of less than six months. Any misgivings I had about her being promiscuous in the office were quickly dispelled as she kept her distance from the many males showing an interest in her, including myself. Wafa had agreed to come to Dubai on Abdel Rahman's insistence and had been assigned to one of the European managers at the group. Since our scene at Cairo, she had been relatively reticent in accepting any invitations from me. Though quite a bit older than Wafa, Philippe soon nevertheless had a thing for her. However, not getting any positive response from Wafa, he tried to use force to have sex with her. Figuring they were alone in the office one evening, he accosted her, forced her into his office and proceeded to rip her clothes off. Luckily for Wafa, I had actually been in the conference room working, rather than in my office. I had decided to pack up and had returned to the main office area just as he was tying her to a cot in the room. Taking one look at me, the urge to rape left Philippe, and instead he started pleading for my silence so he could keep his job. I agreed to be quiet, but ensured over the next few days that he wired more than $100,000 to Wafa's family in Cairo and also made donations of a similar amount to a couple of charities. This way he was stuck at work without having the wherewithal to retire, every dollar he had made in Dubai had been given away, a truly appropriate punishment. Wafa was in hysterics because of the nature of the attack on her and it took the better part of the night to quieten her down. We did not make love but she cuddled up to me through to dawn. She was immediately reassigned to my section, but only for a matter of a few months. As I readied myself to go on another recruiting trip to Cairo, it just seemed right to include Wafa and also to elevate our relationship to a higher level. Wafa had cried for four straight hours after I had taken her to dinner a few weeks after the incident with Philippe and offered the engagement ring. Abdel Rahman had extended his felicitations and her family had insisted on the wedding being held in Cairo. It was the usual loud affair and I was thankful that we were finally alone in our honeymoon bed, after taking a short late evening flight over to our honeymoon location in Sharm al Shaikh. "Turn over, Mrs. Naeem," I ordered her as she lay on the bed. She assumed a crouching stance almost immediately, expecting me to fuck her ass. Placing a pillow under her midsection, I got behind her and entered her cunt with her ass coming up against my stomach. Wafa got the hang of the position quickly and began to rock forward and back till we were both spent. "Thank you Mr. Naeem, you are a great guy and I love you," she whispered. Wafa drifted off to sleep, sure that we would make love again when she awoke. Oh yes, Randa had insisted on being part of the entertainment package and had come to Cairo for the wedding. She had gotten along really well with my friend at the hotel and had been entertaining patrons at the night club with her dancing for months. She also had built up a clientele of rich folks on the side who kept her lifestyle up to the standards she was used to. She, however, continued to have a soft corner for me and we rarely went more than a couple of weeks without an exhausting tryst. At the bachelor party, she had performed a near strip tease, removing everything but a teensy bikini. After the dance, she had insisted on spending the night with me. Thankfully the party was held a couple of days prior to the wedding, so I had time to recover from the paces she put me through. Randa expected me to keep my contacts with her open even with Wafa in my life. I knew that I would. Meanwhile, the relationship with Abdel Rahman bloomed magnificently. In a relatively short period more than a dozen of his 'nieces' were working in the UAE as dancers, secretaries or personal assistants. Wafa was quite cool about my needing to give my seal of approval to any candidate, but was somewhat reticent on my going for seconds to any person other than Randa, with whom she had reached some kind of understanding a while back. As Wafa stirred dreamily and pushed off the covers, expecting me to rise to the occasion, I made a truly meaningful observation, her peaking breasts reminded me of the sights at Giza. "God, how I love those pyramids," I mused as my hands caressed the mounds rising off her chest and my cock entered Wafa's willing pussy once again.