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Arabian Adventure Ch. 01

By: alphata



Over the past years, my work has taken me more or less frequently into the Middle East, giving me a chance to see different countries and experience another life culture altogether. Increasingly, I got to know the local customs and had grown accustomed to the fact that that any relation or intimacy with a Muslim woman was strictly off limits. 

It's not that the women are not attractive – just the opposite, a look out of those dark eyes hidden under a black veil can be more erotic than any pin-up girl! But in the Arab societies it was simply not possible and could become the cause of many problems. So when I got offered to take over a job in Syria for a full twelve months, of course I was really looking forward to living in probably the most enchanting and intense cities in the world, the eternal Damascus. But the prospect of having my love life being limited the expatriate women did not really stun me. Nevertheless, I took the chance and moved the centre of my life into the Middle East. 

The issue with Syrian women was just as expected – most of them covered under their veil, the occasional glance with one or two cautious attempts of second-long flirtations and approximately four shy smiles in more than three months. So the longing for a real mixing with a local woman was confined strictly work and business and nothing else. So my fantasies about a veiled Muslim woman exposing herself to me was limited to lonely nights at home and fantasies of what was not allowed to happen. 

Chapter 1

However one female contact I had in a ministry department proved more consistent than others, and even though our projects only touched every once in a while, it was always nice to talk to this woman; besides, her English was excellent, which was a real relieve at that time! So one afternoon after a meeting I ran into her in the entrance hall, it had been months since the last time we had met. Spontaneously, she invited me for a coffee at her desk. While she went off to order the drinks, she made me sit down in front of the screensaver showing her little daughter. 

I took a look around – her desk was tidy, evidence of her work load piled up next to the computer and the nail polish neatly placed next to it. When she came back and started telling me about her current tasks, I somehow drifted off and started to watch the expressions on her face: her features were pleasantly normal without any surgical improvements, her eyes had something clever behind them and her sensual lips could not stop blurting out her latest problems at work. 

The headscarf she wore did frame her face and almost no wrinkles showed what I guessed were around 30 years of age. And I could not prevent myself from wondering what she would look like without the headscarf – what lay beyond that wall of textile that separated her world from mine.... When she picked up a piece of paper, her different layers of clothes revealed some ideas about her bodily curves – rather the typical Arab type with wide hips and smaller bust size. But at least she did not try to make up for it with one of those major push-up bras that were so fashionable. 

Anyway, something in her look stayed with me for the rest of the evening and I felt something tingling in my stomach. We had agreed to meet on Saturday afternoon (usually my day off) to discuss some of the work issues she was facing. Funny enough, this was to be my first "date" with a local woman during all my time in Syria – although it was not more than an informal work meeting in a café. Anyway, I tried to pretend this was something special just for making myself happy, for having at least one sense of achievement with women in the Arab world.

Via short messages we agreed on time and place, and I showed up at the café way too early. Reserving a table inside to get out of the sizzling heat of the afternoon, I greeted her when she showed up in her usual dress – white scarf tucked tightly around her head and the usual long coat, this time in an unpretentious green. But as always, she gave me that big, confident smile of hers, flashing her white teeth. 

Over a cappuccino, we discussed work issues, switching to more conversational issues as the hot afternoon dragged on: work, life, some politics, leisure, society. She told me that she has been divorced from her husband for one year, which is becoming slowly more common though not widely accepted in Arab society. She spoke openly and fixed me with an intensive look from her wonderful dark brown eyes as if to test my reaction towards this revelation. Probingly, she inquired to know about my personal situation (I was single) and then my experience with the female gender in Syria (which was practically none). 

The course of the conversation had subtly changed – and something had also altered in the way she looked at me... For the first time this afternoon, she appeared to me as a woman, as a female being with all kinds of wishes, senses and desires. I noticed the wonderful bow that her plucked eyebrows described, the happy wrinkles around her mouth from a lot of smiling, and the dark red colour of her lips – was it like this just moments ago? Her facial features softened, when she suddenly gazed more intensely at me and then her look wandered off as if her thoughts were somewhere completely different. This totally new behaviour made me nervous and my heart started to beat – something had unexpectedly changed between us and we were heading towards a different level of interaction.

Her look came back to me and her dark eyes fixed me when she asked me: "Did you ever wonder how a Syrian woman looks without her headscarf?" 

"Of course," I replied, "what kind of man would not wonder about this secret hidden so meticulously from his sight?" 

She probed further: "Would you want to see me without my headscarf?" 

This question caught me completely off guard and almost gasping I managed to state: "Somehow, yes, of course, well, very much!" 

She looked around and with a conspiratorial smile she whispered: "Of course I can't show it here, but if you accompany me home, there might be a chance!" 

Needless to say that my mind raced at the unknown situation that had just unfolded before us, and I guess I did not manage any coherent conversation during the next few minutes – although I did manage to pay the bill while she slipped off to the bathroom. On our way out of the café into the soaring heat of the day, she seemed to be much more comfortable than I was with the situation. I kept telling myself to calm down and that by no means there could be second intentions involved in this, other than a friendly exchange for a foreign friend. However, imagining that I was about to see her hair for the very first time brought my breathing up considerably and this emotional rollercoaster continued while we clambered into a taxi.

The trip was short, and after ten minutes we climbed up the steps to her apartment and as if she read the question mark on my forehad she told me that her parents were out of town for the weekend with her daughter; otherwise, of course, I would not be able to visit her. And again she flashed that suggestive smile at me, with a little blink of one eye, this time making me almost shiver down to the bone. Impossible that this was just a friendly invitation for tea – but she was after all an Arab woman, a Muslim woman, and there could not be anything more forbidden in her religion than even the slightest hint of indecency! But somehow it dawned on me that this was just her intention.

She bade me in and made me sit down in the living room, making my anticipation rise with every second; when she reappeared, she handed me the steaming tea glass and we both took a sip. Then, supporting herself with a hand on my knee, she stood up in front of me and started fumbling with her headscarf. She took out some hair slides and again offered me her smile – this time a little more nervous, knowing that she was about to do something "haram" – something forbidden. She pulled out the ends of her headscarf and untied the rest. All that was left now was her hair covering, which she slowly took off. She shook her hair, pressed after a day in the heat, and than she stood there for me – a totally different woman after all. 

She appeared much more feminine with her hair visible and her look took on a soft notion, a mixture between a sweet temptation and a natural shyness. A feeling of slow motion embraced me when I took in the intense beauty her hair: it was a sparkling dark colour, mixing in tone between chestnut and Arabic coffee, and flowed down her shoulders, until coming to a soft halt just before her breast. I was amazed at her suddenly appearing feminine side that she succeeded so well in hiding from me until now. 

Automatically, I was drawn into reaching out to touch her hair, which she complied by sitting down next to me on the couch. My fingers ran through her light curls and followed them down to her playful ends. Every single hair was of stunning thickness, full and gorgeous, and my attempt to wriggle one flock around my finger was met with a tentative resistance. Everything smelled so wonderfully of flowers and there was something else emerging from her – the smell of a an Arab woman starting to blossom in the heat of the sizzling afternoon.

This situation seemed to have brought back the cheekiness in her and while taking my hand she asked me straightforward: "So you never had anything going on with an Arab woman during all your time in the Middle East?" 

"Not even by far," I managed to reply, "not more than a smile and maybe a nice handshake after a meeting." 

"You know," she continued, "it is not that all Muslim woman have always been well-behaved during their life, saving themselves only for their husband. We do have a young life, too and we make our own experiences, whether you can believe it or not. Of course we have to be a little more imaginative when it comes to, well, you know, physical contact, since there are certain limits before marriage. You know that anyway, don't you?"

I hardly could believe what I heard. After years of totally abstaining myself from any thought of having intimate contact with a woman in the countries where I worked, I was sitting here with a divorced Syrian mother who told me openly about her past experiences in sex! My blushing must have looked quite funny, since she burst out laughing. 

"Don't worry," she told me, "my parents won't come back until tomorrow. And to be honest, until this afternoon I did not think about anything else but a serious work relation with you. But something has changed, and my attraction to you rises by the minute. Maybe you would want to know what a Syrian woman is capable of giving you, other than a friendly handshake?"

By now, I could not hold back my growing excitement at the situation, and my sitting became uncomfortable at the growing bulge in my trousers. She noticed my movement and leaned forward to give me a kiss on my lips – and we both sank into the wonderful mixture of oriental tea spices mixed with her heavy, sweet perfume. 

Hesitatingly, she broke away and after a slight hint of embarrassment she asked nonchalantly: "Is it ok when I take off some of these clothes?"

In the meantime I had gathered some of my composure back and replied in the same teasing tone: "I would love it if you did."

She got up and started undressing. Really, she was undressing in front of me while my lust kept rising steeply. This situation was so unexpected and out of the ordinary, yet so real and lively. I knew I was about to get into an intimate encounter with a Muslim woman for the first time in my life – and she obviously knew quite well where she wanted this to go. 

Slowly but steadily she took off her clothes, the many layers that usually cover her from the manly outside world. Her blouse dropped, so did her undershirt and she revealed a black lace bra on her marble-like skin. Her breasts were small and firm, they needed to artificial support. The contrast of textile against her body was breathtaking, with her long dark hair flowing over her white shoulders. Next to drop was her long skirt and after a quick motion with her pantyhose, she revealed a tiny, see-through black slip. She was not of those meagre model types, but instead disposed of all the beautiful assets of a true woman with a feminine figure. During her performance, my cock had grown to its full size inside my pants and my mouth stood open. 

"Is it true that Muslim woman remove all their body hair from the eyebrows downwards?" I blurted out something I always wanted to know. 

"Ever since I was 13 years old" she replied assertively. "Stand up and find out for yourself!"

When I got up, the brought her arms around me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues met and intertwined first playfully, then more demanding. My heart was beating so hard I almost could not breathe. Out bodies touched in the middle and she pulled me towards her. I recovered a little from my initial paralysis and started to feel what was in my hands: her warm back with skin soft as silk, little mounts where her spinal column could be felt and the release of her bra, which I untied. 

I took her face in my hands, kissed her and then instinctively went for her breasts. They were perfect in size, with the nipples hardening under my touch in the hazy summer afternoon. She let out a light sigh when I put my fingertips on top of them, closing her eyes when I moved my hands towards her armpits. She was so smooth and when I went on with my touch down her arms I could feel no single hair. 

"No hair – anywhere?" I exhaled. 

"None whatsoever. Feel me!" 

Only her slip covered her total nakedness now. Her dark eyes looked at me meaningfully. While I fumbled with my shaky hands about her underwear, she helped me and our looks met again on eye level. From my intentional contact on her thigh, a shiver went down up her left side and created goose bumps that extended all over her leg. Slowly, I moved forward and was met with the warmth that only an excited woman can emit. My first touch with her pussy was like an electric shock – she was hot, she was wet and she was so smooth. My hand covered her sex; her hips were pushing towards me. No hair whatsoever was between me and the dampness of her womanhood. When I made only miniscule moves in the area of her clitoris, her legs gave away a little and she let out a moan from deep within. All along I could watch her features reflecting the mounting excitement and the ends of her thick hair trembling slightly.

Unbelievable, this Muslim woman who was covered in her headscarf and coat only some hours earlier stood here before me totally naked – and the wetness emanating from her pussy now showed how turned on she was. There was no religious reasons holding her back now any more, she wanted to sexually experience me. And so did I. 

While kissing me wildly, she started unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. After exploring my chest with her fingers and finding my armpits just as shaved – which brought a short smile to her excitingly red lips – she started on my belt and the zip. Without anticipating anything, she cautiously removed my trousers together with my underwear in a swift motion, until she had me fully naked standing in front of her; my hard cock stuck out from my body in pulsating expectation.

Without lowering her gaze, she motioned me to sit down on the couch. Her voice came as a whisper: "I want to do something nice to you, is that ok?" She hardly waited for my affirmative nod and sat down in front of me on the fluffy carpet. 

Although she had none of those long finger nails, she did some magic when she moved her hands upwards from my knees. My cock was by now fully erect and throbbing from the amount of blood that the situation had pumped into it. She looked at my erection and licked her lips – just before her finger tips touched my balls for the first time. "Just as smooth as I am," she commented on my clean shaving. By that time I could hardly wait to get more of that touch and I shifted my weight impatiently. Everything she did was slowly and knowingly, making me feel just incredibly good. I did not know what to expect from her, but she guided me self-confidently with her lust. 

Her left hand kept weighing my balls like the most precious jewels she had ever felt, while the right hand found the bottom of my cock bringing two fingers around the base. She squeezed quite strongly and pushed the foreskin firmly downwards, making the head of my cock stick out even more. All this she performed in slow motion, but I felt the clear intention in her movements. I was getting hornier and hotter every second, and she knew it. Then I felt the tip of her tongue touching the most sensitive point of my foreskin – and I almost shrieked with lust. 

I opened my eyes to take in the full proportions of the scene – this Muslim woman sitting naked in front of me licking the tip of my cock, absolutely incredible! A small drip of precum appeared on the top, and she playfully licked it off. The next sight almost took my breath away: she moved a little closer and opened her mouth in order to put her excited lips directly over the head of my cock. Not loosening on her grip, she moved down in a slow but decisive motion. I had to close my eyes and take back my head, the sensations from this treatment were just unbearable. I don't know exactly just what she did from that point on; I just know it was magic, out of this world, and I felt like flying through the universe under her caresses. 

I could feel that one hand continued scratching my balls, while the grip of the other became even tighter around the base of my cock, making me sense as if my cock was going to burst of all the blood and the pressure. At the same time I felt the heat of her mouth wrapped around my entire manhood – but the only movement she did actively with it was moving the tip of her tongue at that special spot right under the head of my cock. Unbearably wonderful, I sensed something immensely powerful building up inside me. 

She knew exactly what she was causing and she did not change anything in her motions. She knew she would take me over the edge just with this kind of steady and skilful stimulation. I could feel my orgasm start somewhere around the area of my lower back, but it took ages until it reached my balls. She kept me what felt like forever on the brink and my entire body was so over-tense that I started to relax. My cock was almost hurting from so much pleasure and I bent my head further backwards, pushing my hips into her face. 

And then I felt it, and she did too. She started scratching the area behind my balls, which gave me the last kick. All my energy built up right there and my balls started throbbing heavily. She let out loud and rhythmic moans through her deeply engaged mouth. She knew I was about to come and kept her position steadily, applying at last a final twist of pressure; she made me feel like she wanted it just as much as I did. 

The familiar feeling of my orgasm started to set in, only this time in a completely different sequence. Rhythmic contractions extended over all my body and then concentrated on my cock. For a moment, time stood still – and then my thick come started to pour into the awaiting mouth of this wonderful Muslim woman. Several squirts of my semen flowed into her – and only then the real orgasm finally hit me. My entire body jerked upwards and powerful shots of come pumped out of me like a hot lava fountain. Again and again I exploded, and every time I felt her grip tighten even more on my cock. She grabbed my balls and squeezed them, while her mouth kept perfectly still, just letting me splash her palate with my semen. 

After what seemed like an eternity, my spasms finally subsided. Only then she started to blow my cock, very carefully, while loosening her grip. Another smaller wave of convulsions hit me and I wanted her never to stop. When I finally regained some of my consciousness, she slowly took my cock out of her mouth, licked her lips and with obvious pleasure swallowed the liquid load I had pumped into her mouth. 


Arabian Adventure Ch. 01



She continued caressing my balls, striking softly my red cock. The last drop that appeared at the tip found its way to her finger tip and from there into my own mouth. I could taste myself after she had given me the blow job of my life and I did not want to let her finger go. Our eyes finally met and there was pure satisfaction between us – mixed with the wonderful perfume of sex in the air. And something in her look told me that our interaction for this afternoon was not over yet.

Part II

I still could not really grasp the situation that I had gotten swept into, it was just too stunning, surprising and overwhelming: a chance encounter with an Arab woman at work had led to her home, and she had seduced in me in such a fantastic way that I had trouble getting it all together. However, she had given me the blowjob of my life, and I felt so wonderfully empty after pumping my semen into this woman's mouth...

I tried to move lying on the sofa in her living room, but instead she got up from the floor and sat next to me, taking my head into her arms and just holding me. A wonderful warm feeling emanated from her body when she embraced me and I could smell the scent of her body slowly penetrating my nose – sweat mixed with heavy perfume and a touch of lust from between her legs, a truly unique mixture. 

I started caressing her cheeks and touch her lips. She closed her eyes under my stroke, giving me the opportunity to take in the features of her face. She was not the hot and dark desert Arab woman of any man's dreams, but instead had something attractively normal about her perfectly white body. Her bosom heaved under her breathing and I let my hand wander down her naked body. The light moan that escaped her lips just inches away from my ear aroused me immediately. Everywhere I felt her skin, I was met with warm and aroused flesh, firm and demanding. Apart from satisfying my physical needs in such an exceptional way, she had had little gain for herself. It was time to change that. 

Cautiously, I let my finger tips drift along her breasts and her nipples, which greeted me silky and invitingly. I found her smooth armpits, cleaned from any hair by regular waxing, and caressed them softly, bringing instant goose bumps all over her left side. Her back curved gently down to where her bottom began, bringing me closer to her body centre. Her skin was just so soft and the whiteness of it stood in sharp contrast to her almost dark hair. I could hardly believe my luck of having this woman here in my arms, and the slight movement of her legs showed that she wanted more from my touch...

I covered her ass with my hand, her cheeks full and warm under my touch. Her muscles caught me by surprise, her flesh was hard and welcoming. I moved to her leg and caressed her all the way down to her feet. Silky, no hair, no stubbles, just skin and hot flesh. And the wonderful feeling of full, female thighs that were full of passion and lust; the thought of getting my hand inside of the them almost caused me to tremble. When my hand moved up again along the inside of her thigh, passing her knee, I could feel the mounting warmth and I slowed down, wanting her to enjoy fully what I was doing. Only a finger tip away from her pussy by now, the heat was striking, emitting hot waves of passion into my direction. 

I touched her pussy – it was completely wet. She grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, at the same time opening her legs. Little spasms of excitement crossed her body and when my full hand covered her pussy lips, a sigh of relief came across her mouth: "Finally", she whispered in my ear. "More, please!"

It was easy to slip my finger into her, she was so wonderfully excited and juicy that it sank in easily. A little wriggling brought a series of small convulsions to her body and her groaning into my ear increased in intensity. Seeing her eyes agitating under her closed eyelids, a wave of lust overcame me and I could not help dropping to the floor in front her opened legs. 

Sweltering heat welcomed me at the entrance of her pussy, the mixture of pulsating flesh and wet lust made her lips stand wide open. Intimate darkness and pink tissue lay there invitingly in front of my face. I took a moment to take in the full picture of what lay just inches in front of my face: the ends of her strong thighs were slightly spread and her sex almost seemed to beg me for more. The skin around her pussy was darker, with her pussy lips taking on a tone of hazel. Little stubbles under the skin told stories of forced back hair roots, and made my the situation even more intimate. 

I knew I was about to enter her most intimate parts, about to spread her dark labia to reveal the pink, pulsating flesh underneath. The reflections of her love juices enhanced the appearance of a bulging clitoris. Her evenness of her smooth pussy with all her different skin layers and colour tones was definitely one of the most beautiful creations on this Earth. I was dying to make love to her and penetrate her. My tongue jumped forward and drilled itself deeply into her vagina, tasting her, probing her, penetrating her, pleasuring her, pushing voraciously forward. Emitting a stinging smell of sex, she offered her pussy to my repetitive lust attacks, shifting her body with every movement I made. 

Amongst this intertwining of my saliva with her love fluids, I hit upon her clitoris. Instantly, her whole body went rigid and her fingers clawed into my head. Instinctively realising that I had touched a very special nerve within her, I paused my action, keeping the tip of my tongue still barely touching her love pearl. Somewhere deep inside her, a hidden source had burst open sending series of little pleasure waves through her entire body. 

The whole scene remained still and without any movement for some time – her rigid body was commanded by my tongue's stubborn refusal to continue with the action. But of course my intentions were focused on a clear objective: make her come, scream, yell and explode like she had never done before – I wanted to have her all. 

Her pulling my head closer made it clear that she was dying to move on to the next and final level of performance. And I was not going to disappoint her, not after she offered her most intimate body parts so willingly to me. Ever so slowly, my lips encircled the skin around her clitoris and without a direct touch I sucked it in. From that point on, we both knew that her climax was on its way. Without ever letting her clitoris slide out of my mouth, I created a vacuum sucking all the available blood directly into her love pearl. The rhythmic motions with my head between her legs initialised the first heralds of her orgasm through her body, accompanied by hot shivers and lustful twinges. 

Her entire pussy turned into a centre of lust and the smell of her sex was now incredibly strong. Words danced from her mouth, she uttered guttural sounds in Arabic, followed by an earpiercing whine to mark the beginning of her orgasm. And then she finally came... 

Her whole body revolted and arched back, though I managed to keep my mouth right in place over her clitoris and gave it one last hard suck. Her furious scream flashed through my ears and she wiggled her hips back and forth under my pressure. Thunders of lust rhythmically contracted her pussy and convulsed her legs against my weight. Totally absorbed by her capacity for physical lust, I managed to move my hand to her pussy entrance and shoved three fingers inside. She jerked at the new momentum and then pressed her hips towards me, she wanted to fall even deeper into the abyss of her overwhelming orgasm. And she just would not stop, emitting animal-like moans from a hidden sound source deep inside her. 

After an eternity of totally losing herself under my sucking and squirming to the movements of my fingers inside her, she pushed my head away from the imminent contact and her exertion slowly subsided. My hand was soaked from the pleasure juices that she had released. I needed to taste it, I wanted to feel her innermost fluids in my mouth, and I did not have to stray far – a tiny stream of sex liquid had flown onto the leather couch, waiting to be licked by my greedy tongue. At this point, she did not mind anything I did, as she had collapsed under the wave of the orgasm that had just washed over her. 

Over-exhausted, little tears of joy started creeping over her cheeks. And when her watery eyes found mine, her words a mere whisper: "Thank you... thank you... ." 



Arabian Adventure Ch. 02



The first troughs of autumn had reached Syria and temperatures slowly started to drop after a long and searing summer. One of my main projects that I was managing together with my Syrian counterparts was coming to an end and it had involved a lot of work and overtime during the past weeks. Just one more final presentation and the last finishing touches on the report, and I would be looking at some days off to relax. 

My first and last intimate encounter with an Arab woman seemed to have been long gone. To my big disappointment there had not been any chance to repeat or intensify the relationship with my Muslim lady, and my hunger for sexual pleasures made itself heard more strongly amongst the final project work steps. While sitting in my hotel room in Lattakia, the twitching in my trousers momentarily took my concentration off the document I was just reviewing. Hungrily, my thoughts wandered off to Layal, our cute project assistant, and my imagination painted her image into the overcast midday sky: strikingly dark features, black hair, short and slender figure with the typical Arab forms of well-rounded breasts and a shapely ass, dressed in tight jeans and a stretched top, invitingly full lips and a flirtatious look....

She was still young and probably did not have the faintest idea what kind of fantasies her appearance and her behaviour could evoke in a man – especially in one as desperately longing for a release of sexual energy like myself right now! While my mind debated whether her lips and breasts were actually for real or if they had seen some surgical help, other parts of my brain started imagining what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her, to feel her...

"Stop," I told myself, "there is a big presentation ahead of you, now finish your work and leave the dreaming for later!" Reluctantly, I went back to my notebook to terminate my tasks before heading off for the meeting. 

The presentation was a success and we were all highly relieved to have the pressure of the last weeks finally taken off our backs. As usual, we intended to end the evening in our favourite restaurant with one of those lavish Syrian meals, where plates of colourful and tasty food were piled up all over the table. 

"If only my love life would by be as colourful and rich as this table," I muttered to myself. In order to lessen my self-declared sorrow, I decided to use the occasion for one of my rare excursions into the world of the local anise schnapps arak; a little distraction would do me certainly good. When setting down my glass, I suddenly found myself caught in the dark eyes of Layal. Sitting opposite me and without lowering her look, she raised her glass and a "cheers" formed playfully on her lips, followed by a long smile. 

I did not know exactly what to make of this, but of course it had its effect on my already weak self-composure. Automatically, my body reacted by joining some of the main blood streams in my groin and the familiar feeling of growing physical excitement set in. I forced myself to concentrate on another glass of arak, but I could not help watching Layal out of the corner of my eyes: unusually dark skin made her stand out from the rest of Syrian women and her make-up that night was certainly meant to emphasize strongly on this fact. Her eyes sparkled lively as she was debating some recent political events and the sound of her Arabic pronunciation stirred deep inside me. She had wonderfully exotic features, certainly a legacy of Bedouin heritage, but she dressed and behaved according to modern standards, not wearing any headscarf. Her thick, curly black hair flowed freely over her shoulders, and I had the impression that every time she pushed it back, she tried to ascertain my full attentiveness. 

By the end of the main course, the effect of the arak had set in on me and I was happily making conversation around the table. Ever so often, Layal's and my gaze met in the middle of the happy commotion and we created a little oasis of our own across the table. She was clearly flirting with me, but I tried not to be lured into the temptation; after all, this was a conservative country and second thoughts were simply not acceptable. However, I could not help my mind racing as to the deeper meaning and especially her intentions regarding the situation; all I knew for certain was that my excitement was growing continuously and it kept fighting with my reason not to misinterpret any signs. 

To keep my thoughts off the naughty track, I tried to stir up the conversation over the dark and sweet coffee. I exuberantly described to Layal my experiences in travels around Syria and Jordan and the beauty of the desert landscape. My mentioning of the photos I had taken recently raised her interest: "I would love to see them some time," she confided me with an innocent look while teasingly putting her hand on top of mine.

I chose to play along and give it a try. "Well, I have them on an extra CD in the hotel. If you have some moments to spare after dinner, I could show you. Or do you have other plans for this lovely evening?" 

Obviously surprised by my proposal, Layal tried to regain her composure quickly and nodded, maybe a little to eager. "No, I have no other plans, and I really would like to see them. That sounds good, I have my car here with me anyway and we can go together."

At that moment, I just hoped she had not noticed my astonishment, which made me actually swallow all the coffee grounds at the bottom of my cup. When she slid off to the bathroom, I quickly had a sip of water to wash them down and for the first time that day I could take in the beauty of her motions: her curvy ass swayed lustily back and forth in her tight black jeans, her whole appearance radiated voluptuously and her awesome hair gave her the aura of a lion queen. By now, the alleviation after the work, the alcohol and her flirtatious behaviour had turned my intentions into one single direction: I had to have this woman, tonight, in whichever way possible, and I had to unload all my sexual longing and energy onto and into her. And it seemed that after all, she was not as innocent as I had suspected for so long.

I welcomed the fresh air outside the restaurant to clear my head and to adequately bid my colleagues good-bye. With lots of handshaking and Arabic cheek-kissing, I clambered into Layal's little Japanese car and we drove off across town towards my hotel. Her slightly nervous giggling showed a certain uneasiness about the situation, but she made no attempt to sneak out. We diffused the slightly raised eyebrows at the reception and entered my room. With little space other than the king-size bed, I bade her to sit down and offered her a glass of water, as I went off to fetch the photo CD and to start the notebook. With the shoes long gone, we were both surprisingly easy getting comfortable on the bed, obviously both enjoying the physical closeness of one another. 

I do not remember if it was the arak, the lateness of the hour, her wonderful smell or a mixture of everything; but after a few minutes my attention drifted away from the photos and I found myself embracing Layal and pulling her closer to me. I was met with no resistance, quite the contrary: as if she had waited for a move from my side, she cuddled up against me and pressed her curvy little body against mine. My fingers found her slender hand, which ended in gorgeously long finger nails, and I caressed her wonderful dark skin. 

We felt the heat of our bodies mounting, our breathing accelerating and our lust taking over the initiative for our actions. Our heads turned and our lips met. The contact was like an electric shock, the release of long-awaited energies that merged into our first kiss. I could just not get enough of her full and hot lips, her tongue was licking mine, her whole mouth embracing me. An insurmountable force pulled our bodies together and I could not even gather enough strength to embrace her with all the lust that I felt for her in that moment. 

When we finally found a short break to regain our breath, she gave me the most wonderful and content smile that I had ever seen on her face and brushed back her hair. Playfully letting her finger wander over my lips, she looked me straight in the eye: "Before we get closer, I have to tell you one rule to follow, my dear lover: strictly speaking I am still a virgin and I cannot have straight sex before marriage. I just hope this is ok for you, it means a lot to me. We other alternatives, you know..." 

So that was the reason for her hesitation all that time! 

"Of course I do respect that, beautiful lady," I replied, "I can very well live with that. And now come here and let us find out about the alternatives!"

Visibly relieved from my positive response, Layal gave me another one of those lustful looks and pushed me back onto the bed, rolling herself on my top. I could feel the heat of her hips on my groin, and surely she could feel the hardness of my erection through my trousers. 

"You will get your reward, respectful man, and you will not regret it," she teased me while pushing down gently on me. 

"Layal, please answer me one thing, a pure curiosity from my side." I hesitated for a brief moment, then moved to cover both of her round breasts with my hands. "Are those for real, is everything natural here?"

Her broad smile exposed most of her shiny white teeth to me. "You have either good eyesight or a lot of experience, my lover," she teased me. "I have had a little intervention on them, I did not quite like them before. Now, I am really proud of them. Do you mind that?"

"I really can't say if I mind since I have never touched artificial breasts before," I gave back. "So this will be new territory for me."

"They are not artificial, they just have a little support. But if that is your first time, then we better get this over with quickly," she mocked me and pulled her pullover over her head. Slowly, she released the buckle of her black lace bra and presented her uncovered breasts for me. 

"You see here," she motioned for me to a particular spot, "that's where the support is inserted, but there is hardly any way to tell. Feel them!"

Her tits were strikingly beautiful. Her skin had a shining olive tone and almost sparkled with excitement at my touch. Her nipples were dark, small and protruding into the night. I squeezed them lightly and created a wave of goose bumps across her chest. Her breasts were round and full in my hands, no unpleasant surprises with the little cheating. Automatically, I was drawn into caressing and massaging them, much to Layal's liking who expressed her mounting excitement with rhythmic movements of her hips. 

My hands wandered down her back to her awesome ass, and I gasped just before cupping those two round cheeks with my hands. Hard to believe that only one hour ago I was craving to touch them just for one split-second and now I was here, stroking them into growing excitement. Simultaneously, my mouth found one of her nipples and sucked it greedily, causing a lustful whine. 

The straightforward body movements and the unconcealed lust in Layal's eyes provoked me to almost burst with anticipation; I wanted more. We untangled and with shaking fingers, I unbuttoned my shirt and sent it flying. To see Layal's olive fingers explore my white chest was like a revelation for me, and it turned me on even more. Her fingernails left little red marks where she scratched my skin, and while she continued with my back, I was frantically trying to get to her pussy. I simply had to touch her, right then. I was fumbling to get into her jeans. First the buckle, then the buttons, and then I almost forced my hand down her underwear, until I struck gold. 

With a big sigh of relief and satisfaction, I cupped the source of her heat, her lust and her womanhood. Wet liquid welcomed me between her legs and she exuded a radiating heat. Despite my almost unbridled lust, I tried to move carefully so as not enter any forbidden territory. She answered my touches with a feverish kissing attack, sucking my lips and my tongue deep into her mouth. Her pussy was so smooth and slick that my fingers lost themselves into the varied skin folds, excitedly exploring every inch and every turn that got in their way. 

When our looks met, we could almost grasp the lust between us with our hands. We both needed to unwind, to unlock our secret passions, to melt together. Shredding Layal's jeans off her body was a matter of seconds, and my hands buried themselves deep into her sexy ass cheeks. I was painfully reminded of my own physical needs, when my rock-hard cock tried to break free from the confines of my trousers. But help was on its way in the form of Layal's hands, which finally released my erection from its prison. When she pulled down my underwear, my cock sprang into freedom and swayed lightly, every pore pumping with blood and anticipation. 

Without losing time, here hands where everywhere: on my pelvis, on my ass, in my crack, on my cock, on my balls and all places in between. She drove me nearly crazy with her greedy touch, she succeeded in being everywhere at the same time. Without me even noticing her bowing down, she suddenly sucked my cock deeply into her mouth. I was so horny that I almost came in that very moment; only her firm pressure right behind my balls prevented me from shooting my juice right then. 

The sight was unbelievable, how her full, dark lips went lustfully up and down on my full erection, taking it entirely into her mouth. Her curly hair was bobbing ecstatically, it was obvious that she enjoyed this just as much as I did. Only briefly did she pause to lick the entire length of my cock and then she took me back in her hot mouth. Her fingernails came around again to scratch my balls and then continued all over my ass. 

Just to recall that earlier this evening, I was wondering whether she knew what she was doing, seemed like a complete joke! 

With the last bits of my grey matter still functioning, I managed to remember the alternatives that she had mentioned earlier on. There was actually only one option left, and a determination formed in my brain to pursue this target. And no matter how incredible it was to be sucked by her, what I really wanted was to actively fuck her. 

I took her face in my hands and kissed her demandingly, before I pushed her back onto the bed. Kneeling in front of her and with my shining wet cock sticking high up, I took some seconds to size her up; she was even more beautiful without her clothes. Her skin took on a brownish tone around her flat belly and some additional shades of olive appeared below. Invitingly, she spread her thighs to my gaze and gave me a full look onto her perfectly shaped pussy. Her labia had almost black edges, contrasting strikingly against the vulnerable pink of her protruding clit.. And when I used my hands to slowly disclose her most secret spot, I actually caught a glimpse of the intact skin layer protecting the entry to her pussy. 

Since her regular love hole was off limits for me, I had set my mind for the upcoming penetration on a different target – I wanted her ass. But first I bowed down between her legs, longing to taste her sweet love juice. We were going to need that liquid for lubrication and I was determined to make her produce all that was necessary. After carefully guiding my tongue around her pussy entrance and exciting her audibly with every lick, I finally focused on her cheeky love pearl that totally surrendered to my touch. 

While letting me have as much of her pussy as I wanted to, Layal made absolutely loveable noises of lust, something like quiet high shrieks. Every change in the position or the intensity of my tongue's caresses was answered with a new sound level, all reaching a rhythmical scheme until just before she came. Her love juice just flowed out of her, soaking the sheets but also preparing her own body for what was to come next. 

Using her own body liquid, I placed one finger right at her asshole, exerting slight pressure. With a quick motion, Layal took the initiative and pushed her ass down against my finger; it slid all the way into her. Surprised at the easiness of the exercise, I used two fingers – with just the same result. When I looked up from licking her pussy, she stared straight into my eyes, her expression overexcited with desire and lust. 

I immensely enjoyed the foreplay of our eyes. "Are you ready for me?" I uttered. "Do you want me in you?"

Her reply was straightforward: "Fuck me. Come on, fuck my ass!"

Her hair was in disorder, her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her eyes were full of desire and every inch of her body was trembling in anticipation. Laying on her back, she took her knees up to her breast and spread her thighs. In awe I stared at her perfect ass and her tight little hole. Just skin, no hair, all covered with her own love juice. She was waiting for me to fuck her, she was pleading me to penetrate her ass and make her scream with lust. 

I pulled close and let my cock glide over her pussy to make it wet and slippery. I probed her asshole once again with my thumb; it was met with no resistance at all. Taking my bursting cock into my hand, I placed the head right at the entrance of her tight opening. When she felt the my pressure, she stemmed her weight down on me, causing my entire head to slide into her. What an unbelievable feeling! Probing cautiously, I went a little deeper, just a little. 

"Are you ready for me now?" I enquired.

"Yes, yes, pull inside, fuck me now!"

And with one single thrust, I used my entire weight to push my cock all the way into her ass. She shrieked at the unexpected movement, half in lust, half in pain. But instantly, her facial expressions relaxed again and she grinned widely: "Finally... now fuck me, fuck me good!"

With my rock-hard cock sticking all the way up her ass, I did not need to be asked twice. Slowly, I pulled back out; forcefully, I pushed back in. I was so turned on by the sight of my cock sinking into her dark, wet hole again and again. I savoured the images of our sexes interacting without holding back. I cherished every movement and friction between our skins. Layal was overwhelmed by the feelings that our fucking brought up in her. She frantically held her knees up as high as possible to give me the deepest access into her ass. She had the eyes closed with her eyelids fluttering feverishly, her mouth wide open of moaning and groaning at every move I made, her pussy a never-ending source of love juice; she was right on the brink of exploding. 

I felt my orgasm building up deep inside me, coming from the very back of my ass and slowly creeping forward. I rhythmically pushed into the deepest profundities of her ass, giving her a feeling of being totally fulfilled. Her ring muscle had stopped any futile efforts to fight off the intrusion, but her hole was still tight enough to extensively stimulate the base of my cock. I pulled entirely out of her, and then pushed powerfully back into her gaping hole. 

Under her increasing grunts, Layal was about to be washed away by the final ecstasy; her body tensed with overwhelming lust. My own limbs started trembling from the nearing orgasm. I made the effort to put my thumb right onto her clit and pressed it strongly, while at the same time making one last effort of thrusting forcefully into her asshole. Layal shrieked and her entire body began to shake uncontrollably with her orgasm setting in. The muscles around my bursting cock contracted rhythmically and she threw her entire body up against mine, towards the force that was fucking her relentlessly. 

With Layal's gorgeous body exploding all around me, I happily surrendered to my own orgasm. My blood came pumping from every corner of my body to concentrate in my ass and then push forward. My balls throbbed and contracted, ready to pump my semen into this beautiful asshole, this dark tunnel of sexual frenzy. One final push through Layal's tense ass muscles and I started spurting my thick come deep into her hole. My balls somersaulted and forced me to scream my lust into the night, while my cock continued to spray endless streams of hot come. 




Arabian Adventure Ch. 02



When it finally seemed to have stopped and the last spasms had subsided, my whole body quivered and I collapsed onto Layal who seemed equally shattered. With my head resting on her shoulder, our body juices merged and created a sea of love. While our panting slowly turned into a satisfied regular breathing, there was no more thoughts, just the deep fulfilment of an unparallel sexual encounter. 

Waking up later that night, I immediately recalled the events of the evening; so intense was the memory that there was no doubt as to where I was and who I was with. Layal had gotten up and gone to the bathroom, and I sensed the momentary emptiness that she had left behind. We met for a quick kiss at the bathroom door, and not even two minutes later we cuddled up comfortably next to each other on the bed. 

"That was absolutely incredible," she smiled at me and bent over for a deep and passionate kiss. 

"Oh yes, my love, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had," I confirmed, and pulled her close to continue with our intensive tongue play. Her body was still hot and felt wonderfully soft and silky against mine. 

She rubbed her tits teasingly against my chest. "So, what do you say now, you like them or not?"

"I just love them, no objections whatsoever to your artificial supporting!"

"Good," she replied, and moved her mouth closer to my ear. "That means, I will now give you three options instead of just two; you are free to chose whichever one you like. But first let me show you what it is about. Close your eyes!"

Following her order, I sensed her pull away from me. Lying fully relaxed on my back, I felt her move between my legs, where little waves of cool air began to caress my groin. Just when I had adjusted to the unusual stimulation, she sucked my limp cock completely into her mouth. A loud moan from deep inside me escaped my lips at the unexpected movement; instantly, I felt my excitement rise. With just little tickles of her tongue, Layal simply let my cock grow between her wet lips. Approvingly muffling as my erection quickly gained a useful dimension, she went to work with her hands around my balls. 

Within no time, my erection was back to its full size and my excitement at her licking touches rose by the second. It was incredible to feel the hot, expert lips of this woman all around my cock, sending shock waves through my body. I did not dare to look, so I just concentrated on feeling her intensive sucking and her lips moving up and down my shaft. Already, a heat wave had started building up in some remote corner of my body and I opened my legs even further to offer her all I had to give. 

Suddenly, she stopped and moved up to meet me face to face. "Three options, remember?" she whispered in my ear. "Where do you want to come? You want to shoot on my tits, on my pussy or in my mouth?"

"Wow, what a set of choices," I muttered, "this is heaven and hell simultaneously, a real torture! But what about yourself, don't I get the chance to please you, too?"

"Well, what do you have in mind, sweet love god?"

"Very simple, you delicious chocolate pie," I suggested, "I want to smell you, to feel you, to lick you and I want to have my tongue on your pussy just when you get off. Let's see who is first to make the other come, ok?"

No more words were necessary, we just exchanged one meaningful, passionate look and bowed down to work. With both of us on our sides, I crawled up between her thighs and inhaled her wonderful female smell. Embracing her perfect ass with one arm, I brought myself into position just inches away from the entrance to her pussy. Extending my tongue, I reached her prominent clit and sent little love strikes to it. I used the tip of my tongue to encircle her love pearl, and I felt the lust building up in her hips. 

Meanwhile, Layal simply continued where she had left off. My cock was still shining from her saliva when she took it in her mouth. Marking the rhythm with her hand around my base, she played her tongue over the head and all the sensitive nerve ends. Greedily, she sucked my erection in and out of her mouth, while giving my balls an expert rub. 

All that was heard of our love game was the slurping sound of wet skin and sex juices being forced towards the climax. I knew I could not hold for much longer, too intense was her contact. I doubled my efforts to heat up her clit, resisting the overwhelming temptation to enter her pussy. Instead, my fingers found her asshole and I shoved two fingers right into it. 

Right at that moment, the time seemed to have come to an end. As if by higher force, we stopped our motions simultaneously. Her clit was throbbing desperately under my tongue and my cock pulsated furiously in her mouth. Our bodies went rigid and for a moment, everything simply ceased to exist. 

And the we came. 

Layal sent out a muffled scream as she pushed her pussy into my face. Wild convulsion hit her hips and her ass turned into a single, stone-hard muscle. In the same instant, my balls sent out the first spurt of semen which was catapulted into the very depths of her throat. With a furious cry, I shoved my cock deeper into her mouth and emptied out my load in long, deep sprays. Her pussy twisted and turned under my continuous licking, and shudder after shudder flashed across her hips and made her yelp. 

We were so immersed into one another's body that my own orgasm was transferred directly onto her sex and vice versa. Only very slowly, our entangled bodies calmed down and we were left with occasional spasms, a mix of different body secretions and the strong smell of sex in the air. I had stopped torturing Layal's clit and she just held my spent cock in her mouth; for all there was, we were motionless. 

When we finally released each other from our ecstatic grip, I crawled up to her and slowly stroke away the tears of joy and sexual fulfilment that flowed over her cheeks. No words were necessary, our eyes spoke volumes: this was some of the most powerful and intense sex we had ever had – and "insha'allah – God willing" we would get another opportunity to repeat this experience... 



Arabian Adventure Ch. 03



My life in Syria was nearing the completion of its first year. Much I had learned during this time in terms of local customs, behaviour and cultural barriers. But one thing had certainly undergone a profound change: my personal perception of the Arab woman in her society and towards me in particular. Of course, encounters between men and women were not as easy and manifold as in the Western society. But when they happened, they climaxed in such an incredible amount of energy and unleashed a longing previously unknown for me. From the few sexual encounters that I had had with Syrian women I was able to gather that they were unparalleled in their amazing intensity.

So I did not regard women in this society as a strict taboo anymore but happily played their little games of flirtatious interchange, be it on the streets, in restaurants and cafés or in official meetings. Apart from opening some side doors when it came to gathering information or needing a special favour within the governmental sector, this behaviour rewarded me with some gorgeous smiles and little, unintentional touches of the hands. But of course this did not really satisfy my physical needs, but could only be seen as a nice interlude. 

A major challenge and constant source of my special attention represented one of the secretaries of our office. Going by the beautiful name of Rabab, she was a grown woman of 34 years of age. However, her actual life style and behaviour would have been more that of a 22-year old. Unmarried for unknown reasons, she was very shy and hardly had any self-esteem. This stood in harsh contrast to my perception of her female attractiveness that she was obviously unaware of: petite but agile figure; rather slender body but with a nice, round ass; small but well-shaped breasts; short dark and full hair; big, round and trustful eyes; and perfect, shapely lips that originally must have been created exclusively for kissing. 

However, she was obviously not aware of all those fine qualities that I gazed at every day in the office. I had tried various times to bring her out of her shell. While sometimes she seemed quite happy about my attention and my compliments and responded with flirtatious looks, sooner or later she would lose her confidence and simply let the advances from my side peter out. Although I seemed to detect more than once a deeply hidden spark of enthusiasm and passion in her, she seemed decided to fit into her self-prescribed role of the office's grey mouse. 

When spring time came around, her usual outfit got a little bit more freshened up. One day she came to work with a new, tight t-shirt that revealed the beautiful marble skin colour of her arms as well as a little of her neckline. Surprisingly, she answered to my positive comments with big smile. We had a coffee together and she told me about the pending marriage of her youngest sister. This meant for her that she would stay at home for good and take care of her mother – and she would not have to answer any more gnawing questions about her status as an unmarried woman. Office talk had it that she was in love with a family father and could therefore not consider marriage an option. Seemingly at great ease with this new development in her family, she teased me flirtatiously during our little break.

My spirits were heightened by our encounter and I drew new hope towards getting closer to her. But during the following days I saw her fall back into her same old routine of almost non-existing self-confidence; it was then that a plan started to form in the back of my mind. It could simply not fit in my head that a woman with such beauty and attractiveness could waste away her gifts like this! More and more I was convinced that the reason for this was nobody had actually ever proved to her what she was capable of as a woman – nobody had really brought out the femininity in her. 

So I made up my mind: I would try to seduce her in the most pleasing and fulfilling way possible and show her what was really lurking deep down under her surface. A chance presented itself just one week later when she was summoned to accompany my to a meeting in Aleppo as my interpreter – my Arabic was certainly not good enough for conversation at technical level. When she started questioning the sense of her going with me – her usual attempt to sneak out – I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me: "Rabab, you know I always value your services as my interpreter. Without you I would be lost in those meetings, you know that."

Still she tried to wiggle her way out: "But I am not really good at translating and I just don't see much sense in me being there!"

I turned her around a little and looked her straight in the eye: "Rabab, there is something else I wanted to tell you. I was really glad to see you so happy just some days ago. Now you appear to have fallen back into your usual routine. We will make this trip to Aleppo a special one, I think you deserve a special treatment..."

"No, I don't," she interrupted. 

"Yes, you do! Now stop this putting yourself down all the time! You are attractive, you are beautiful and you have all it takes to be captivating woman – but you don't make anything of it. Please give me a chance, just this one evening, and I will spoil you like nobody has ever done before."

"But...," she tried stubbornly to protest, but I cut her off. 

"Just this one time, please. Let me guide you through a wonderful night, and you won't regret anything, I promise." I paused for a little while and searched her eyes. "Do we have a deal?"

She finally surrendered and her answer came as little more than a whisper: "Ok, fine, and I will not complain." And with a smile half defeated and half proud she confirmed: "I promise." 

Three days later, we were on our way to Aleppo. As usual, she had organized the logistics and reserved us two hotel rooms in one of those wonderfully restored old town houses. Accepting my request for a king-size bed in a half-embarrassed, half-smiling manner, she had dutifully complied. We both did not quite now what to expect from our deal, that was more than clear. During the 4-hour ride in the car, we tried to ease the tension between us by doing small talk, which actually was quite pleasant; never before, I had seen her so blithe, easily laughing away and enjoying the ride and the conversation. Ever so often, our looks met for short intervals: the anticipation of what possibly lay ahead of us was clearly mounting. 

Although I did not really know what to make of her behaviour, whether she actually and fully realized the extent of my intentions or not, I knew there was still a considerable chance that she might try to sneak out of our deal. In any way, I would not give her many chances for that. If she really did not want this to go forward, of course she could always move out; but if it was just for her sense of false embarrassment, I would know how to overcome this. My plans to seduce her were unshakable and my preparations were perfect. 

We reached Aleppo even before sundown and checked in at the reception to be handed our individual keys. Before Rabab could disappear into her room, I took her aside. 

"You remember our deal, don't you?" Avoiding my direct look, she nodded. "I will make some more preparations and then I will be expecting you in my room at 8 o'clock, is that ok?" 

It took her a moment to let my words sink in. She straightened herself and breathed deeply: "Ok, we have a deal and I will keep my promise. I trust that you know what you are doing and that you will be gentle with me." By now, she looked me straight in the eye. Having made up her mind had obviously lifted some pressure and a hint of pride at herself showed itself in her eyes: "See you at 8."

With those words, she left me standing in the entrance hall and walked off. This was the first time that I felt the cock in my pants stir at the potential evening entertainment. Until now, I was more worried about the doubtful outcome of this whole scenario, but now I knew it was going forward. With due foresight, I had jerked off in the morning under the shower in order not to get carried away by my own physical needs; this should actually turn out to have been a pretty wise move. I grabbed my bag and climbed up to the room to use the remaining time for my preparations. 

At 5 to 8, everything was set the way I wanted it. This evening was unlike other encounters with any woman. Tonight, my own sexual pleasure was only second to what I really had in mind: the sensual seduction of a woman who I respected and who I wanted to take further than ever before in her life. I was going to pull every register to bring her out of her shell into the open, hot atmosphere of sex and passion. This room was to be the stage for her to reach heaven and to realize what it means to be a woman. 


After answering her unmistakably shy knocking on my door, I opened and greeted Rabab with one of my happiest smiles. For the occasion, she had matched her habitual jeans with a tight top that left the shoulders bare; she had put on dark make-up that emphasized the oriental features of her face. When I bade her inside, she looked with disbelief at the result of all my preparations: dozens of small candles bathed the entire room in a romantic, warm sea of light; burning incenses converted the air into a sensual journey across the mists of time, when our hotel was home to important merchants along the Silk Road; low instrumental Arabic music provided the appropriate acoustic background. The patchwork cover was folded back from the bed and the erratic movement of the candle lights reflected on the white sheets. On the table next it, an array of different local dishes was waiting invitingly to be eaten. 

"Wow," was all Rabab managed to say. "You did all this for me? I mean, for us and for this evening?"

"I am certainly not expecting anybody else here tonight," I replied, "and I think it is just about time that somebody gives you some reward and recognition for being such a beautiful and attractive woman." 

"I..., I don't know what to say, really ..." she started. 

"Don't say anything, Rabab, this evening is just for you to enjoy and to be cherished as a woman." I motioned invitingly to the bed. "Now sit down and relax, I am sure you are hungry, right?"

With that, we took a seat on the bed, pulled the food table closer and heartily enjoyed our evening meal. With every bite, Rabab relaxed visibly and the tension between us gradually eased. After her initial reluctance, she allowed me to lead little bits of bread full of delicacies into her mouth. In the soft light of the candles, her features were strikingly beautiful and the movement of her lips while eating made me hold my breath. If my plan worked, by the end of the night these lips would be working joyfully on my cock. 

I used our feeding game to repeatedly caress her cheeks, her neck and her cute nose. By the end of the meal, my one arm was embracing her warm shoulders and I was preparing for the next move: "You have been working very hard lately in the office. I am sure your shoulders and your back are craving for some relaxation to relieve all the tension. When was the last time you have been given a massage?"

Looking vaguely away from me, she replied with a shy giggle: "Believe it or not, I have never gotten a massage before."

I was not really surprised. "What a shame, it really is. So this will be your first time tonight, and I am sure you will enjoy it. But of course you will have to take off your top for that..." 

She hesitated for a moment, and then pulled it determinedly over her head. "Ok," she smiled at me, "now what?"

I almost choked when I she unveiled her purple bra and presented such an amount of bare skin to me: "Err, just lie down on the bed, on your belly, and get nicely comfortable and relaxed. Yes, that looks good. Put your head to one side and take the arms down. Perfect! I have to open your bra now; otherwise I cannot really massage you. If anything I do makes you feel uneasy, just make some noise."

I desperately tried to take my mind off the situation that presented itself in front of my eyes. Rabab, the object of my lust for so many months, was on my bed and waited to be massaged by me. And this should just be the beginning of an intensive night. Her skin shone with a golden touch and an aura of closeness filled the room. I reached for the drawer and took out the rose petals that I had prepared; their incredibly strong scent penetrated the air immediately. I spread them all around Rabab's body and then began to run my fingers smoothly along her spine. 

"I will take some oil now, don't be alarmed," I forewarned her. "Does that feel good until now? Do you like the smell of the roses?"

She nodded slightly and without opening her eyes, she showed a timid smile. 

I warmed the massage oil in my hands and covered her back with it. Just the touch of her skin produced shivers of expectancy, and my groin started to fill with pressure. My anticipation rising, I tried to concentrate on the wonderful task of giving Rabab the first massage of her life, and I was determined to make her remember it for the rest of her life – just as the all other moments of the night. 

My hands ran along her spine over her shoulders and up to her neck. The flesh of her arms was warm and soft, and with every new stroke she relaxed a little more. Her initial nervous trembling had given way to a comfortable pleasure, and she started to passively enjoy my movements on her body. Finally, when I came back over her arms and caressed the silky skin in her armpits, she gave a little sigh of consent to my caresses. This was just what I had waited and hoped for; I could move on with the next steps in my plan. 

While skilfully massaging her neck muscles, which were actually in dire need of stress relief, I bowed down towards her head and kissed her on her ear. Since she made no efforts of pulling away, I became more daring, covering her cheek with soft kisses. Upon reaching the corner of her mouth, however, I diverted my attention and continued along her neck; a subtle shiver of goose bumps indicated that my caresses did not leave her totally cold. 

My lips found their way back to down her spine. Pausing for a moment as I probingly let my fingers play along the base of her breasts, I continued downwards. Still, Rabab did not shift or indicate any uneasiness; so I continued with my kisses over her belt and on to the jeans covering her ass. "Can I take your jeans off and continue with my massage on your legs?" I asked, somewhat taken aback by my own boldness. 

She did not reply, but with a motion of her body she signalled me that it was ok for her. It appeared that my plan had worked: with my soft introduction I had taken away any fears or anxieties that she might have had. She was feeling contented in an atmosphere of warmth and trust, having lost her initial inhabitations towards being treated like a woman. It was not clear if it was me as a person or my behaviour towards her that made her relax and let the situation get hotter. Anyway, it did not really make a difference for what was to come next.

I pulled off her jeans to reveal an adorable purple slip around her shapely ass. Just looking at her lying there in her underwear caused my cock to swell forcefully in my pants; my wanting to fuck this gorgeous Arab woman increased by the second. Using some more of the oil, I started with my massage at her cute feet, slowly moving upwards. Her legs were smooth, all hair properly removed, and I almost burst with lust while looking at her slightly spread legs. Still trying to concentrate on my supposed task of massaging, I moved up her thighs. The feeling got so strong that I had to hold my breath. 

When reaching her ass, my massaging unmistakably changed into a passionate kneading. Her cheeks were the objects of my desire and my hands slipped greedily beneath her underwear, aided by the wonderful slipperiness of the oil. Realising that I might be moving too fast, I was just about to pull back when I saw that Rabab was obviously quite taken with attention; possibly subconsciously, her hips were moving approvingly towards my touches. 

This reaction encouraged me to wage the most crucial step: if I could get her to turn around and take off her slip, I knew she would be mine for the rest of the night – and she would give me a chance to fulfil her innermost sexual needs and desires. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, desperately trying to disguise the trembling in my voice: "Can you turn around? And keep your eyes closed, just feel and enjoy."

My heart jumped when she simply did what I had told her. Without words, she fumbled with her already untied bra, while I pulled off her slip; she clearly had decided to let it happen. Unable to control my lecherous breathing, I sat next to her and spread the remaining rose petals over her naked body. The dark pink of the flowers stood in magnificent contrast to the marble colour of her flawless skin. She was even more beautiful than I ever imagined – the perfect body of a small but truly feminine woman. 

"Don't just sit there and watch me, it makes me embarrassed." Her voice brought me back into reality and as if to confirm her words, she crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest. 

"Sorry, but I just couldn't help admiring the beauty of your body. You are a truly wonderful woman, Rabab, even if you think differently." I put a finger on her lips to prevent her from making any objections. "And if you let me, I will show what kind of passion and lust your breathtaking body is capable of doing. Now is your time to get spoiled by me." 

For the first time, I bent down to kiss her. Touching her lips was like falling into a ready-made, fluffy set of pillows and blankets in one of those luxurious hideaway hotels. Although remaining passive, Rabab welcomed my kiss and opened her lips slightly to let me in. My tongue reached out for every change of structure in her skin and lavishly covered her with my saliva. Her tongue was cold when receiving my touch, but my tip heated her mouth up in no time. I explored the depths of her until we were both completely out of breath. Her body had started to heat up.

This was just the game I had foreseen. I was expecting her to be passive, but there was no problem with that. Tonight was not about my own ego being heaved into heaven by a demanding woman, not at all. Tonight was all about gaining access to the beautiful woman hiding behind a façade of shyness, about getting her permission to let me please her and about bringing out all her feminine needs and desires. My own lust was only second to hers tonight; if my plan was continuing to work, by the end of the night I would have no reason to complain anyway. 

I pulled back in order to undress, letting my shirt and jeans sink to the floor. My swollen cock stood out in my underwear and I had to accommodate it in order to lessen the pressure on my balls. Diverting my thoughts, I crawled up towards the top of the bed and accommodated Rabab's head in my lap. Her breathing was regular, and she persistently kept her eyes closed as I had told her. 

Stunned by the energy of her being so close to me, my hands reached out and with some more of the slippery oil, moved from her shoulders downwards; her tits were the object of my desire. They stood out marvellously shaped, small but perfectly round and with a light-brown nipple in the middle. Tenderly, I started massaging the base and moved slowly upwards. I could easily cup one tit with my hand, and exercising pressure on her chest in this way obviously excited Rabab. Almost imperceptibly she moved her body upwards, and I answered by circling and massaging her tits. I could have gone on with this routine for hours, had it not been for my look that was drifting further down her body. 




Arabian Adventure Ch. 03



"Are you feeling fine?" I whispered into her ear. She answered with a silent nod. "Do you mind if I move on?" The shaking of her head was less intense, but it was clear permission. I was stunned: she actually managed to keep her reservations and her shyness low and obediently stuck to her promise. 

I bent down to take one of her nipples into my mouth and lick it, first softly, then more demanding. My hands moved down her belly and slowly followed the line of invisible hair down to her button; it was so beautifully exquisite and answered to my touch with the creation of little waves of goose bumps. While continuing downwards, I had to reposition my body and my cock was accommodated next to her head; but she made no movement to this new situation.

I was holding my breath when my hands reached the outskirts of her sex, where smoothly shaven skin received me. Her legs were still crossed, so I tapped her thighs to open up for me. Slowly, she spread her legs and offered me the first real look to her most sensitive body part. I was struck in awe by the beauty of her pussy. Clean-shaven, it lay innocently before me, looking absolutely untouched. The outer labia were stilled closed firmly over the entrance, reminding me of a sea clam that protects its vulnerable interior. As I half-expected, there were no visible signs of excitement; but hopefully, I was going to change this very soon.

As if handling the most delicate jewels in the world, my fingers were moving along her labia, caressing the skin around her pussy. Again I had to part her legs to give me a better access; she clearly was not used to that kind of attention being paid to this part of her body. My warm lips started touching her belly, with my tongue leaving a moist trail behind. I moved on, and my hands closed around her ass cheeks. There was still no trace of excitement, no smell, no moisture. By then, I was hovering right above her pussy, and my fingers cautiously pulled her labia apart. Her marble pussy opened and exposed her cherished pink flower to me.

In order not to scare her, I carefully started to lick the skin all around her pussy. If I wanted to really excite her I had to get her going slowly. So I extensively played my tongue up and down her thighs, around her hips, even along the sides of her ass and over the top of her belly. Slowly, I could feel a very distant excitement rise in her and I felt confident enough to tackle her centre; my throbbing cock that rested on her shoulder remained untouched. 

I pulled her pussy open and started with my intimate massage on her entrance, working deliberately with my tongue. What a challenge to excite this woman; and silently, I swore to myself not to budge until I reached this objective. And slowly, very slowly, I felt how Rabab managed to relax and how her inner resistance decreased. That made me more courageous, and I probed a little deeper into her love hole, keeping a steady rhythm and pace. 

With time passing by, the rest of my own nervousness eased and I really started to enjoy working on Rabab. Gradually, my perseverance seemed to pay off: her breathing became heavier, her legs had opened themselves a little wider and I could taste some of her own juice mixing with my saliva. Could it actually be that this was the first time she enjoyed a sexual encounter? Probingly, I pushed the tip of my tongue deeper into her pussy, but felt no physical resistance. It was tight, but clearly more accommodating than in the beginning. Moving forward, I worked with my hands on her ass, massaging and kneading it rhythmically. By then, my saliva had bathed Rabab's entire pussy in a sea of liquid and it became easier to penetrate her with my tongue. 

I had started to sweat from the heat and the efforts that I was exerting, but the results were showing. Rabab had gotten excited, blood was concentrating in her groin and she was starting to catch the rhythm. I had almost forgotten about my own physical tension and concentrated solely on her love zone. The next object of my treatment was her clit, which remained hidden under layers of protective skin. In large circles, I moved my tongue around it, closing in with every round. When I hit it directly, I could hear the first vocal sign of approval from Rabab with a sudden moan that escaped her lips; she had finally taken that hurdle. 

This was all the encouragement I needed and I wasted no time on playing around. For what seemed like forever, I worked on her clit and succeeded in heating up her entire body. Voraciously, I pulled out all the stops of getting her going, of working her up, of making her hot. Finally, some love juice started to come out of the depths of her pussy. Her clit emerged and glistered in the candle light. Although she still did not move in her position on the bed, Rabab was perceptibly getting excited from my treatment and took obvious pleasure in this new world she was entering. When I held still for a moment, the lower part of her body came up treacherously in search for my touch; I knew she was ready for the next stage. 

I got rid of my futile underwear. Standing next to the bed, I took my cock in my right hand. It poked out rigidly and the knob was pulsating furiously. Cherishing the moments just before the next move, I moved and positioned myself between her legs. Quickly producing a condom and slipping in on, I bowed my head down to Rabab: "I will be very gentle with you, promise," I whispered in her ear, "just relax and trust me, I will make you enjoy this immensely."

"Yes, I trust you, but make it slowly; it has been a while for me."

Instead of an answer, I kissed her on her wonderful lips and savoured the taste of her mouth. Lowering my hips on her groin, I moved myself into the right position at the entrance to her love hole. I brought her knees up higher, spreading her thighs wider in order to gain a more easy access. Pushing probingly, I positioned my tip right before her pussy. This was it; I mumbled to myself, I was finally going to fuck Rabab. The mere consciousness of this fact made my cock twitch; by now it was so fully erect that it ached painfully. 

And then I pushed into her. While embracing her head and kissing her tenderly, I shoved the tip of my cock into the opening of her pussy. My licking and her juice had made it slippery enough to enter; however, her tightness prevented me from entering all the way in one thrust. 

"Oh my god, you feel so great," I exhaled under our kissing. Again I pushed forward and entered some more. Another dozen of movements, and I had finally reached my goal – my full-size cock stuck deeply in Rabab's precious pussy! After savouring those priceless moments and giving my cock the time to adjust to the tight and unknown environment, I joyfully went to work on what I had wanted from the beginning: I was going to work on this shy Syrian woman and fuck her until she screamed.

Little by little, I began to pump in and out of her, giving her a chance to accommodate the unusual experience. With every thrust, I felt her pussy widen and her lust increase ostensibly. Shortly after, I had no problems shoving my cock deeply into her until it hit the bottom of her pussy; the clapping sound of our hips meeting echoed rhythmically from the thick walls surrounding us. By then, Rabab seemed to have taken in the pace of lust; for the first time during our encounter, she reached out actively and put her arms around my body. Her head was arched back, the eyes closed and with my every push into her, a deep guttural sound escaped her lips. 

I picked up speed and my shoving became more forcefully. Her hips actively engaged in our fucking, pushing against me whenever I drove into her. Her pussy seemed to have caught fire, and a generous quantity of love juice made our motions wonderfully slippery. Her moaning gradually converted into a whining, and her muscles eased some of the tension as she began to feel the relaxation that set in on her. By then I was working heavily on her. While her legs lay widespread on the bed, I was thrusting myself deeply into her, again and again. I knew I was not going to last long with this speed; but my plan was different anyway. 

When I pulled away from her abruptly, she opened her eyes widely and looked at me with a mixture of puzzlement and anger. I did not want to lose her momentum, so I quickly bent down, bringing my mouth on her pussy and directly attacking her clit. Instantly, she gave in and closed her eyes again. By sucking her love pearl completely into my mouth, I made her shriek of lust; at the same time, I thrust two fingers forcefully into her pussy. 

This double attack seemed to have done the trick; Rabab was finally nearing her orgasm. What I had never believed to be possible became true: she was on the brink of coming right into my face. It seemed like all her accumulated sexual frustration had finally found an adequate valve and I made sure it was unforgettable for her: my mouth sucked voraciously on her clit, my fingers relentlessly shoved in and out of her pussy and my other hand gripped her ass forcefully. 

I guess Rabab herself was most shocked by the incredible energy with which the orgasm came over her. One hand clutched my hair while her body arched heftily on the bed. With all her force the pushed her pussy as deep as possible into my face until the first of a seemingly endless series of spasms hit her. She sent her screams echoing from the walls, while her body fell into an uncontrolled shaking; her innermost desires were turned outwards for me to share. While I was holding completely still, her sex was pumping agitatedly under my mouth and around my hand, and a tiny wiggle of my fingers sent series of quivers across her body. 

It took a very long time until this state of emergency finally subsided. Still holding out, I deeply inhaled her female scent right at the source. I knew that all this had already been almost too much for Rabab to grasp and it was even more than I had expected; however, my plan did not stop here. 

When I scrambled back between her legs, I was met with her exhausted and deeply satisfied look. When she realised that my intentions were far from being over, she tried to protest feebly: "No, no, don't, I can't."

With a smile, I resolutely pushed her objections away: "Oh yes, my love, oh yes. Now I will show how much woman is hidden inside you. And you will come screaming in my arms while I fuck you." 

She did not have the strength for any attempt to protest, so I could easily spread her legs and position myself right on top of her. With one push, I thrust into her. I pulled out and shove back in, this time with more force. Instantly, my cock grew back to its full size, enthusiastic about the renewed attention it was getting. Rabab lay under me, totally spent from the orgasm that had just washed over her. Unable to react physically to my renewed penetrations, a lustful whining had formed in the depths of her throat and was slowly breaking the surface. I could tell that she was overwhelmed by what I inflicted on her; tears of joy had appeared at the corner of her eyes. 

Just to make sure, I pulled out and paused for a second. Her whisper was barely audible above her breathing: "No, no, don't stop, please, go on, go on."

I wanted to hear her say it, I wanted her to tell me face-to-face: "I can't hear you, what do you want me to do?"

"Fuck me," she exhaled with the last strength that she had left, "fuck me."

Hearing those words out of her mouth tore down the last barrier in me. My lust seemed to expand into the infinite and my cock got ready for the final step. The limp body of Rabab was penetrated again and again by my forceful thrusts; I was fucking the living hell out of her. All my force seemed to have opened her up for a new and unknown level of lust; she cringed at my every movement and had now fallen into a continuous low shrieking. Her pussy was now wide open for me and I fucked her incessantly, desperately working her body to prepare for my approaching orgasm. 

Just when I felt my balls contracting heavily into a tight globe, Rabab came for the second time, and even stronger than before. For a moment I almost lost her pussy, but then I slammed into her with one final bang. Both of our bodies went completely rigid and our sexes burst around each other. My balls turned inside out and my shaft started shooting out jets of hot and thick come. Feeling Rabab explode under me gave me an incredible extra kick and I felt like all the liquids in my body simply emptied out into her.

...

I do not remember how much time had passed, until our limp bodies retreated somewhat from the entanglement. Exhaustedly, I fell back onto the bed. Crouching next to me under my arm, Rabab's face was wet from the tears, and her body was still trembling from what had hit her. 

"You are such an incredible woman, Rabab," I managed to mutter; and this time, I heard no objections.

I was awakened by a soft caressing of my cheek. Obviously, Rabab had regained her strength faster than me. When I opened my eyes, I found my head covered in her arm, with the other hand gently striking my face. This was the first time that she actively touched me anywhere during that night; until now, all activity had come from my side. 

I looked into her beautiful facial features so close to my head and once again was stunned by the fullness of her lips. I let my look wander down her body, which she had made no effort of covering in the perfect temperature inside the room. I could notice that the condom had come off and my clean-shaven cock was hanging limply to one side. I turned back up and asked: "How do you feel, Rabab?"

"Wonderful," she replied with a bright smile, "this was so amazing, what did you do to me?"

"I just showed you what is hidden deep inside of you," I responded.

"It feels so greet, so..., well, I don't know what to say!" She was searching for words in English. "I feel like a woman."

"You are a woman and a very beautiful one indeed. And Rabab...?"

"Yes...?" she probed curiously. 

"Don't you think it is time that you do something for me as well?"

For a second she started to crouch back into her office-mouse role, but then she looked back up: "Like what? What do mean?"

I got straight to the point: "Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?"

That was not quite the question that she had expected, I could tell by the mixed expression in her face. Surprised by the boldness of my words, she obviously let the words sink in and started to imagine the significance of what I had just said. I saw her mind racing, the wrinkles on her forehead were working hard and the muscles around her lips had begun to move. 

"Well, I can tell by the look in your face that the answer is 'no'," I continued while straightening up a little, "but I go crazy if I don't feel those wonderful lips of yours working on me. I let you know what makes me feel good, just listen to what my body tells you."

With these words, I pushed her gently down between my legs, which I had opened welcomingly. Rabab visibly had some problems adjusting to this unexpected situation. With her head just inches away from my half-limp sex, she looked up: "So what shall I do now?"

I smiled: "Wrap your hand around my cock and pull down the foreskin. Yes, strongly, it does not hurt. Now move your hand gently up and down, try to get into the rhythm."

She did as I told her and very quickly got into an inexperienced but wonderful motion. Under her stroke, my cock recovered from its laziness and started growing. After less than a minute, she had it back to its full size and I was settling back to enjoy the sight and the entertainment. Another minute later, my cock was beautifully hard, dying to get a more intimate attention from her part. 

"This skin here," I showed her the spot right under my crown, "is the most sensitive of it all. When you continuously stimulate me here, I will come. Try it with your thumb." She did as she was told and the effect was immediate. The blood came back to my groins with renewed force, and I was quietly preparing for the next steps. I leaned my upper body against the cushion, so I could fully take in the situation that was unfolding between my legs. 

By then, Rabab had caught a good rhythm and started by herself to explore the region around my balls. She scratched them lightly with her fingers and was surprised at the effect that she caused. My balls moved with the excitement and I opened my legs a little more. Inquiringly, she looked up at me.

"Now do the same with your mouth," I instructed her. "Just use your lips and your tongue and keep the up-and-down motion. And start slowly, the rest will come."

With slight disbelief, she eyed the head of my throbbing cock that she held firmly in her hand, as if contemplating what to do next. Slowly, she brought her lips closer and opened them. Gathering all her courage, she closed her eyes took me into her mouth. 

It was such a wonderful sight to see this woman sucking a cock for the first time, let alone feel the heat of her mouth on my dick. It did not take her long until she coordinated head and hand and she went to work. Her full lips were gliding down the sides of my shaft and came back up, leaving behind a glistening trace of her saliva. She was still experimenting with the unknown situation and tried to accommodate my length in her mouth. But she was getting more confident with every move, realising how she turned me on. 

Feeling her slippery mouth working on me, I forgot that I had just come inside her and felt that I was getting ready for more. The sight of having this reserved Syrian woman going down on me, sucking my cock and striking my balls, was simply unforgettable. Although this was obviously her first blow job, I was determined to take it all the way to the end: I wanted to come into her mouth. 

I felt my orgasm nearing. "Go on like this, it is wonderful how you do that, just keep on like this," I directed her movements. My hands reached out to strike her cheeks softly. With every motion, her features changed and I could admire my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. "Oh yes, baby, a little quicker, yes, that's it, yes, yes."

She was performing great and it was time to give her the deserved reward for her wonderful efforts; my orgasm was approaching. When my balls started contracting, she instinctively grabbed my cock harder and sped up. Those last seconds were just unbelievable, and I watched every single twist of it. She had closed her eyes and I opened my thighs, pushing more towards her face. 

When she pressed down especially hard on my cock, I started to ejaculate. 

Her surprise at my first spurt was instant, but I had acted even before and held her head in place with both of my hands. For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. The second and third shot of my come went into her mouth, and then my orgasm finally set in forcefully. By then, Rabab had recovered from her initial shock and kept her head in place. Almost motionless, she let me come into her mouth, let me empty myself out, let me shot my juice between her lips. My body bobbed up and down and I wrenched under the effects of my orgasm. 

When no more love fluid came out, we had an awkward situation: she was hanging onto my cock and did not know what to do with the load I had just emptied out into her. Still under the influence of the wave that had washed over me, I squeezed her head lightly: "Swallow it, all of it, it's just for you."

With my cock still in her mouth, she nodded and with one gulp, she downed the entire mouthful. Licking her lips, she pulled back and looked up at me. I could not detect any of her previous shyness; this was a woman glancing at me naughtily and with a big smile, proud of what she had just completed. 

She cuddled up to me and closed her eyes, still enjoying the aftertaste of my semen: "You taste good," she whispered. 




Arabian Adventure Ch. 03



...

We must have fallen asleep, since most of the candles had burned down when I opened my eyes again. The room was darker now, but I could clearly distinguish Rabab's marble figure lying relaxed on the bed. I felt her warm body next to mine; she was lying on her stomach and her chest was heaving from regular breathing. 

Cautiously, I moved away from her and admire her beauty. The black hair was slightly disordered over her face, and her expression was so calm and content. I could smell her female scent and my eyes moved towards the source for all this happiness. Curving down over her invitingly round ass, I saw her spread legs on the white sheets with one knee bent. 

Without disturbing her, I moved downwards and brought my head on top of her ass, with my body resting between her opened legs. I started covering her cheeks with soft kisses, taking in deep breaths of the pleasant smell she emanated. The situation made my cock twitch again; it was incredible what a stimulating effect this woman had on me. Quickly considering my options, my lust took control. Ever so lightly, the tip of my tongue moved forward and found her labia. There was still a trace of wetness, but for my intentions there needed to be more. 

Trying not to wake her up, I caressed her pussy, first probingly, then with a more steady rhythm. Rabab moved a little, but only to open up her legs a little more to my touches. And not enough with that: in her sleep she answered with light counter pressure to my advances. 

I became more daring and now licked up and down her crack. Slowly, it opened up to my touches and started producing the sweet love juice that I was looking for. At the same time, I stroke my cock towards a full erection to prepare for my final assault on Rabab: I was going to fuck her from behind and finally let all my lust out on her. 

Bowing up to flip on the condom, I got between her legs and pushed my hips forward. My hands opened the entrance to her pussy ever so lightly, and then slid my cock into her. Rabab felt me entering in a half-awakened state and did not show any objections to my action; she just continued to lie there. 

It was incredible to have her round, marble ass spread out before me and at the same time shoving my erection into her pussy. I should have been completely exhausted, but all I could feel was this determination to finalize this night with a bang. Incessantly, I slid in and out of her, and with every thrust her pussy widened more. Her juices provided the ideal basis for my intense fucking her; she lay still, but my deep pushes brought her passion back out. She started uttering deep moans into the pillow, while I worked away on her. 

By then, I became completely caught up in driving deep and forcefully into her. Only her bouncing ass and her gaping pussy existed for me and I fucked her unremittingly. Suddenly, her lust cries reached my ears and I realized that I had brought her yet to another screaming orgasm. Still I fucked her, in and out, with all my force, and when she lay lifelessly I finally gave in and let the final orgasm wash me away. 

Incredibly exhausted, I collapsed on top of her and slowly slid down at her side. Sweat was covering us and uncontrollable shivers were mixed with incomprehensible mutters under our heavy breathing; we had no strength left for anything but well-deserved sleep.



Arabian Adventure Ch. 04



After more than one year of living in Syria, my love life had turned out to be much more varied than I ever could have expected. Hidden behind a curtain of social norms and religious habits, deep lust and longing had unveiled itself to me and more than once I had deeply gotten entangled in a night of passionate sex with an Arab woman. However, my latest adventure proved to be even more daring and surprising than the previous ones. 

May was just the perfect month to be in Damascus: hot like a European summer, trees and flowers in full blossom and the entire city was waking up from its self-imposed winter sleep by strolling around until late at night. It was also the time when the old town houses converted into restaurants started opening up the roof of their court yards to reveal the night skies to the diners below. 

I had the chance to spend one of these wonderful evenings with some friends and colleagues, enjoying the various delicacies of Syrian cuisine at its best. While lazily puffing away on a hubble bubble (or narghile in Arabic), I noticed the big party that had taken the table next to us. While most of them were couples in their 50ies and 60ies, the sight of two women in their midst struck me as quite unusual. 

First the fact that they did not really fit into the group; and second that although they seemed to be close friends, they could not have been more different in their appearance: one was clearly influenced by Western society and dressed that way with tight jeans, a stretched top showing her curvy figure and long, curly hair to perfectly frame her oriental features; the other one was covered in the black Arabic dress, the abbaya, including the matching head scarf so that only her dark, black eyes showed. 

While I was watching them, I realised that they must have been observing me before, since they started discussing some topic while looking into my direction. Their giggling seemed to confirm my suspicions, and suddenly I was met with two brightly lit pairs of eyes looking into mine and starting to smile. Somehow uncertain about this unexpected show of attention, I returned to my hubble bubble and kept puffing away. 

However, every time my look wandered into their direction, I caught a smile or a glimpse of something undefined by both of them, as if they were sizing me up for something – not quite the usual way of consideration that I had gotten used to in Syria. Playing along with them, I gave them some of my most beautiful smiles and simply enjoyed the moments of the wonderful spring night. 

When I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I did not immediately notice that both women also started in the same direction. When we almost bumped into each other in the anteroom, we seemed all equally surprised. After a moment of an insecure exchange of smiles, the Western-style woman was the first one to speak: "Btehki arabi (Do you speak Arabic)?" she asked me. 

"Bass shway (Just a little)," I replied, "my English is a lot better. Do you speak English?"

"I do," she gave back, "but my friend only speaks a little bit. But she can understand quite well!"

"Then maybe English is the better option," I suggested with a smile. "What are your names?"

"I am Samira and my friend's name is Zahra."

I brought my hand to my heart, observing the Arabian rule not to shake hands with women, and introduced myself. 

Into the little pause that followed, Samira spoke again: "Can we have your phone number?"

"Oh yes, of course," I replied quite surprised; this was really an unusual move. But I was not willing to spoil the moment, although I did not really make much of all that. 

Samira took down my number into her cell phone. Then she motioned towards the toilets: "I guess we better continue, otherwise everybody will be wondering where we are!" And with a final look to me she said: "We will call you; we want to meet you again!"

Zahra had been following our conversation with a certain reserve, although she gave the impression of having understood the topic. As if to make up for her silence, she gave me one deep and long final look from her dark eyes before disappearing behind her friend into the bathroom. 

Still wondering, I emerged shortly after to rejoin my friends at the table, where we got ready to pay the bill and leave. A final look to the neighbouring table was met by two pairs for eyes smiling happily – and both Samira and Zahra gave me a hidden bye-bye wave. 

By the next day, I had almost forgotten about the incident at the restaurant, when in the afternoon, my cell phone announced an incoming call. Not recognizing the number, I answered and was met by a familiar voice: "Hi, this is Samira, you remember me from yesterday?"

Well, that was a real surprise! "Hi Samira, of course I remember you, but I never thought you would really call! How was your evening yesterday, did you stay for long at the restaurant?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "we stayed for quite long, it was just a shame that you had left so early! We had much more fun when you were still there."

"Well, I could see that, you two were constantly gossiping secretly in my direction. What did you talk about?"

"Women's stuff," she answered teasingly, leaving a small pause after her remark. "What are you doing now; do you maybe have time for a coffee?"

That was an even more unusual move, but I had learned not to be surprised too much in this society. "I am actually just strolling around in the park in Shala'an and I would not mind a coffee. What do you have in mind?"

"Do you know the 'La Trattoria', that's not far from you? I am sure you have been there. What about meeting there in half an hour?"

I agreed, then starting to become a little nervous. What did that woman actually want from me? She had been asking me straightforward for my phone number, and now she was inviting me for a coffee? Deeply immerged in my thoughts, I strolled towards the cafeteria and sat down, reserving the opposite seat for her. 

Samira showed up right on time and sat down opposite me, giving a fully content smile at her successful initiative. I did not show my slight disappointment that Zahra was not in her company, remembering her last look in that restaurant one day before. However, that did not stop me from watching Samira more intensely in daylight: she was a true woman in her mid-30ies, with full hair highlighted by dyed streaks. That day, she wore black trousers that showed her female curves and a purple blouse, whose reflection gave her smile an extra touch of spring. Her well-groomed appearance matched her flashy make-up. 

Positively enough, we got along instantly and our meeting was like that of old friends: we chatted about ourselves, our current jobs and leisure activities in and around Damascus. Samira had lived for some years in Beirut, giving her the aura of a cosmopolitan woman who spoke outstanding English; this was clearly something not to be found in Syria. But despite our loose conversation, I kept having the feeling that she was having something in mind, some intentions that were at that point not quite clear to me. 

Things only started to lighten up when I asked about her friend: "So, how is Zahra doing? Why did she not join us?"

Her face took on a more conspiratorial expression: "Well, Zahra would have loved to be here with you and me, but that is a somehow complicated story..." She waited for my consent to continue. "She told me that she really found you very attractive and appealing as a man. That is not something easily said for a Syrian woman, but somehow she has taken on an interest in you. I know I am being very open right now, is that ok for you?"

I stirred a little in my seat, not exactly knowing where this was going to lead. But I was bound to find out: "Sure, go ahead."

"Ok, so I will be frank with you. If you think what I say is crazy, please feel free to get up and leave; the coffee is on my anyway." She paused for a moment, and then continued. "You see, I and Zahra have been friends for a very long time and we share each others joys and problems. Zahra is a married woman, as you can probably imagine. Although her marriage is quite good, there is one area where she and her husband don't seem to find a right connection: they are not having good sex." When saying these words, she had lowered her voice a little and had looked around. After all, we were still in a public place, where conversations like this were not really appropriated. 

She looked back at me and cleared her throat. Despite her self-confident aura, this was even for her a quite sensitive topic. "The point is: Zahra is really longing to have a fulfilling, intense sexual experience. And when she saw you, she thought maybe she could make this experience with you."

I was totally stunned at her words. Here was an Arabian woman, telling me that her friend wanted to have sex with me? I had to swallow once, twice, and then tried to speak; but nothing came out. 

Samira saw my surprise and put her hand on mine: "I am sorry if I have been too straightforward. I did not mean to overrun you with this."

"No, no, it's fine, I am just... just totally surprised," I managed to stutter, before adding with a smile: "But I am also honoured that your friends thinks of me like that."

This seemed to relax Samira a little: "See, she could never do something like this with an Arab man, that simply is not possible. We have been talking about this recently, and when she saw you, she instantly saw a chance. You are a Westerner and not so bound into our social ties. And, if I may add that, since I think myself that you are a very handsome man and I had a good feeling about you from the beginning, I promised to support her in this. After all, we did not meet in front of the bathroom just by coincidence..."

Wow, now that was some kind of proposal! I settled back in my chair and breathed in deeply. Thoughts shot through my head, and before I could get some discipline into their errant back-and-forth moves, I blurted out the first concern that came to my mind: "But how do you, err, I mean how does she want to do that? She is married and living with her husband?"

Samira's smiled widened to a grin: "She is spending quite some time at my home, and I do not have anyone to monitor my moves." She paused for a moment in order to let me take in what she had just said, before she continued: "So what do you say, is that something totally impossible or is there a chance to put that into practice? I am sure you won't regret it, Zahra can be very intense and giving."

This woman was really incredible: she just made the most indecent proposal that I had ever heard without so much as blinking - and now she looked me straight into the eye and even extolled the qualities of her friend!

But by now, I had regained most of my self-control. This situation was just too interesting not to find out where it could lead to. I could still say 'no' later if I did not feel at ease with it, but I definitely wanted to continue this game for now. Besides, men are pretty single-minded when it comes to some issues, so my decision was clear: "Ok, I want to see where this actually leads to. Do you have some kind of plan for the event?"

"Great, this is really great, Zahra will be so excited! You know what? I will call her right away; let's see when we can do that."

Amazed by the quickness of her action, I watched her make a call on her cell phone. It took a while until she got an answer, but then she started speaking agitatedly into Arabic. From her expressions changing between embarrassment, calming and excitement, I could tell that Zahra was at least as surprised as I had been. Suddenly, Samira turned to me and asked expectantly: "Do you have plans for this evening?"

My heart jumped; all I could do was shake my head. I guess even if I had had any plans, no appointment in the world would have stopped me from making me free for that. 

After some more laughing phrases in Arabic, Samira closed her phone and looked at me in full anticipation: "Ok, we are set. Zahra will come to my place at 7. We still need to prepare some things, and most of all I will have to calm her down, she was so excited and nervous! But I must admit, I am excited myself, this is really something special."

How damned right she was! 

I was way too caught up in my own thoughts to remember exactly what happened between the café and my home. But I did recall the way to Samira's apartment, which she had showed me; it was not far away from my own.

Needless to say that the rest of the afternoon passed uselessly for me between watching TV, making something to eat and preparing myself for the evening: a clean shave around all the interesting body parts was a natural course of action and my clothes almost selected themselves. 

So I geared up just around 8 p.m. and, after inhaling deeply in front of the mirror, I set off. My hands were shaking when I pressed the bell to her door, and my knees were in no better shape when I climbed up the three floors. Not knowing what to expect and what to make of the course of events until that point really made me nervous. 

Samira looked fabulous when she welcomed me at the door and bade me in. Her small welcome kiss on my cheek did little to calm me down; she took my hand and led me to her living area. The apartment was huge, even under Damascene circumstances, and obviously consisted of quite a number of further rooms leading away from the entrance area. With a tasteful mixture between kitsch and modern design, Samira had proven good taste and created a beautiful home for herself – and for her guests.

Only vaguely I noticed that also Samira had prepared herself for a special evening by putting on a wide skirt and a tight top that revealed more cleavage than usually permitted. But my thoughts went to the woman that had the intention of having sex with me and I looked around: "Where is Zahra? She did not run away, did she?" 

Samira laughed: "No way, and if she had made any attempt, I would not have let her. This is her big chance of getting what she was wishing for so long. And what about you, are you having second thoughts?"

This straightforward question raised not only my attention, but also brought some movement in my groin region for the first time that evening. Samira's playful way of talking about this seemingly absurd situation had a relaxing effect on me, and I noticeably loosened up. "You can imagine that this is one of the strangest situations that I have ever been in during my entire life. Apart from her eyes, I don't know anything about her! Only your telling me that she wants to live her desires with me tonight gives me any clue about what is going to happen." I breathed deeply and then smiled to her. "But you know, Samira, I regard you as something like an ally, so I just trust you along. By the way, what will you be doing when we..., you know..., get to know each other?"

"I haven't decided yet, I will see how things are going with the two of you!" She gave me long and considerate look: "Maybe I will leave you alone; maybe I will stay here..."

Her words had not faded away when my cock responded and instantly grew hard. What was that supposed to mean? But I did not get the chance to pursue this thought any further. 

"Before you start thinking too much," Samira interrupted my train of thought and handed me a glass of juice. "I'd say we better get into the mood for an exciting evening. Have you seen belly-dancing before?"

"Of course I have, and it was a pretty good one, too. Why do you ask?"

"Just sit back and watch," she suggested, while bending over to turn on the stereo with some Arabic instrumental music. "Zahra has been practising that for more than ten years." 

Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms opened up and an absolutely stunning sight was offered to me. My jar dropped and my mouth stood open. A dazzlingly beautiful woman emerged and with dancing moves made her way towards us. I could not see her face under the veil, but who else could it be than Zahra? Still trying to catch my breath, I followed her every movement of entering the room. 

She wore a shimmering costume in all shades of green that left her belly exposed. Her arms and shoulders were also naked and my mind was racing to catch up with all the beautifully exposed parts of her body. It was my first chance of seeing her and taking her body in: round and well-shaped with brilliantly shining skin in a light touch of olive. Her belly was obviously designed for dancing, it had just the right curves leading downwards and the little padding on her hips was twisting excitedly. The long skirt covered most of her legs, and only her ankles were prone to my luscious gazes. 

She really knew what she was doing; there was no comparison with everything I had ever seen before. Expertly, she swung her hips back and forth with incredible speed and agility, her arms flinging to the rhythm of the music, and all that was accompanied by the stimulating noise of her dress in motion. Entranced, I could not take my eyes of her dancing belly; my eyeballs were glued to her button in the middle of all this wild and controlled commotion. 

When she turned around for the first time and I saw the dress falling off her ass, I guess I had to clasp the armrest for support in order not to jump forward and sink my teeth into it; it offered itself in such an astonishingly juicy fashion and swayed lustily back in forth as if to challenge my self-control. 

Like through a veil of mist I noticed that Samira had put her hand on my knee and spoke into my ear: "I have never seen it myself, it is incredible, don't you think?" 

I guess I did not even answer, but my behaviour said it all. Zahra's performance was incredible, and when it slowly dawned to me that this dancing woman actually wanted me to become intimate with her, I realized I already had a rock-hard cock in my pants. I still had not spoken a single word with Zahra, but at that point I was absolutely determined to please her in every way possible – my cock would lead the way and I would do everything to follow through. 

After what seemed like an eternity of this extraordinary performance, Zahra slowly retreated into the room where she had emerged from earlier. It took some time until her spell wore off, and my eyes were still desperately trying to follow some imaginative dancing movements. The first thing I felt when I slowly came back into reality was a hand stroking the huge bulge in my pants. 

"She really seems to have impressed you," Samira's voice hardly carried through to my hearing canal, while she continued caressing my groin. "Don't you want to go after her and show her what you both came here for?"

All I had to do at that point was to get up and go after my swollen dick. Upon entering the room, I was welcomed by a warm darkness, and the smell of sweet, sinful perfume filled the air. Almost imperceptible reflections of the ornaments of her dress indicated that Zahra was draped on a huge bed that almost filled the entire room. When I moved closer, I could feel and hear her breathing, and a wave of heat and excitement was carried into my direction. 

"Ta'a hoon - come to me!" Not more than a whisper and with a wonderful Arabic accent, Zahra took the initiative for the next step. The darkness allowed me to progress only instinctively, but this was not the worst move; when sitting down on the bed, our hips met and I could follow the shade of her body up to her head. With my hand, I made the first intentional contact with her skin at her neck. A layer of hot sweat received my touch, and shortly after I felt her lips kissing my fingers. 

I still have no explanation what had happened to us, but we had a mutual understanding that there was one thing we both wanted that moment, without any delay: unite our bodies, making passionate and wild love. 




Arabian Adventure Ch. 04



Bending my head towards her face, kissing her and lying on top of her with my entire body was one single motion. Nothing else did matter anymore, all that existed for us were our bodies, our lust and our immediate need to release all that. 

We kissed so passionately that it hurt. 

We pressed our bodies against each other so fervently that we stopped breathing. 

We only had one thing in our mind and our blood: get naked and fuck. 

Never before had I experienced such feverish need to release sexual energy. Her dancing and the perplexing situation had driven my desire to a boiling point – and she obviously felt exactly the same. Desperately, we tried to get rid of our clothes, which proved under the circumstances infinitely hard. After much fumbling for what seemed like an eternity, I finally had got myself undressed and reached out to help her out of her dress. 

Simultaneously, our hungry hands found our sexes and greedily went exploring. While she decisively grabbed my swollen cock and squeezed it firmly, I brought two fingers straight into her wet pussy and shoved them up her love canal. 

We were acting like crazy, caught in some inexplicable suction of lust. Without even so much as acknowledging the presence of her tits, I had all my attention drawn to the lust hole between her legs. The inner parts of her thighs were full of love juice; she must have been just unbelievably horny. My cock was about to burst, yet I could not get enough of her grip, forcefully pushing forward. Any noises were suppressed by our mouths clinging together and our tongues intertwining obsessively. 

Only moments had passed since we had stripped out of our clothes, and the next movements happened almost instinctively. I rolled on top of her and she opened her legs to receive me. Parallel to that, we let go of our grips and instead fell into a gripping embrace. 

Our sexes touched; it was a feeling of fire meeting water, of glowing lava hitting the top of an iceberg. Helplessly, we were drawn into each other. I pushed into her and our maniacal movements were only halted when the tip of my cock hit the back of her pussy. Our moaning came simultaneously and we were completely absorbed in grasping all the incredible sensations flooding through our bodies.

Our motionlessness was not to last long, we were both dying to continue satisfying our unleashed desires. Everything else ceased to exist and all I could concentrate on was the incredible feeling of drilling my cock into this wide-open pussy. Whether Arabic or not, that cunt was just perfect to receive my forceful pushes and my quest for physical satisfaction. 

While crying out in her sexual ecstasy, Zahra started to make desperate effort to actively fuck me from underneath. Giving in to her wonderful struggle, I stopped my moves and let her work her hips up and down, back and forth. Incredible, with what strength her pussy could suck in my cock! 

Unable to control myself any longer against these overwhelming sensations, I started to prepare for the final moments our act, when I felt something else: my balls were being massaged from behind! 

For a moment, my mind somersaulted until the only solution hit me: Samira must have come into the room and – turned on by our fucking – decided to join in! 

More thinking was not possible in that situation, I was coming to reach my climax: Zahra had not stopped fucking me incessantly from underneath and was screaming with lust, while Samira was now pulling strongly on my balls from behind. In the midst of this action, my orgasm was coming over me like a tidal wave, throwing me over and taking me with it to unknown depths...

The first spurt came of semen came so forcefully through my shaft that I shrieked with pain and pleasure at the same time. With all my physical strength, I drilled my full erection into Zahra's pussy and emptied out all I had into her. The rude yanking at my balls produced even more orgasmic spasms and my whole body was jolted upwards hard. It seemed endless, and our bodies entangled in a forceful embrace to cope with the ecstatic energy that we had unleashed. From her erratic movements, her incessant screams and the power of her grip I could tell that also Zahra must have reached her climax, although I was too spend for any physical reaction on that. 

With my empty cock still sticking inside her pussy, I felt the Samira's hands still working around the base, now being much gentler in her touch. She was pressing the bottom and pulling down the skin, creating an unparallel feeling of satisfaction within my entire body. Minutes later, my limp member slipped out and I rolled off the woman that had just fucked me almost senseless. 

But the high point was yet to come and despite my state, I could not prevent myself from staring incomprehensibly at what happened before my eyes: spreading her friend's thighs wide, Samira moved between Zahra's legs and started licking her pussy! 

Absolutely fascinated though immobilized, I watched this completely unexpected development: while she was pulling the labia apart, Samira tried to get as much of her tongue inside Zahra's pussy and joyfully sucked my love juice back out, swallowing it with obvious pleasure! Although worked up by our previous act, Zahra seemed to secretly enjoy this treatment and offered no resistance. 

And only when she had made sure that she had gotten everything she wanted, Samira pulled back and leaned over to me: "You were fantastic and you just taste wonderfully sweet." Having said that, she kissed my passionately and shared my own flavour with me.



Arabian Adventure Ch. 05



By the end of May, the streets of Damascus were sizzling hot. Unusual weather patterns forced a heat wave into the country and sent everybody sweating. Like in the really hot summer months, life was only bearable in a room with a well-functioning air condition. 

This was reason enough for me to plan for a short escape to some – at least slightly – cooler temperatures along the coast. Since it had been quite a while since I had last gone to Beirut, the capital of Lebanon just across the mountain ranges, I decided to spend the weekend out of Syria. Besides, Beirut was known for its cosmopolitan atmosphere and buzzing nightlife and a little touch of Western culture was certainly bound to do me good. 

My last sexual experience in Syria was still very much alive in my head, and I took my moments to recall getting intimate with those two Arabian women in a truly unexpected way. Somehow I had a feeling it was not going to be a one-time story; the sensations and sexual energies that were unleashed amongst us felt too strong. However, none of them had called in the past two weeks, so I decided to put that story on the shelf, at least for the weekend. After getting back from Beirut, I would phone them to find out if there was the chance for yet another hot meeting. 

With my entire mind frame thus set on Lebanon – and that included looking at some different kind of women than in Syria – I set off in one of the old American cars from the 60s and 70s that acted as service taxis between the two capitals. Border formalities were as usual straightforward and my arrival in Beirut was met by the late afternoon sunrays over the Mediterranean Sea. 

I had chosen to spoil myself for this trip with one of the nicer hotels close to downtown; it was a secluded boutique hotel with really nice fittings and very friendly staff that made me feel at home. Checked in with a welcoming smile, I put my bag down in the room and stepped out to the balcony. 

The view out over the ocean was stunning, so I did at first not realize the rather tiny space where I had to sit down. After a while, though, I came to assess the architectural features of my balcony, which seemed unusually crooked. Obviously, this was originally intended as a larger area and then separated from the adjacent room by a simple wooden construction. My further investigation revealed that one of the boards of said construction had come lose and I moved it aside to get a short peek on the other side. 

'Lucky me,' I thought by myself when discovering that the neighbouring room had an even smaller balcony. Oddly enough, the glass door stood in an unusual angle just half a meter away from the wooden separation, revealing a full view of the king-sized bed inside. 

Suddenly, someone entered the room and moved straight towards the balcony door. Instinctively, I snapped the loose board back in place – just in time not to reveal my presence. The door was opened and a woman's voice made herself heard: "Look, honey, this is such a wonderful view!" 

'Oh God, some loud couple next to my room, this can be funny,' I muttered to myself. But I decided that nothing was going to spoil the view of the oncoming sunset and settled back in my chair. 

The female voice came on again, this time less shrieking and more insisting: "Rule number one on romantic weekend: don't miss the romantic sunset!"

This time, the man responded with a deep, sounding voice: "You will get enough romanticism by tonight, I can promise you that."

"What you mean is sex, not romanticism. But as you very well know, the more romantic the foreplay, the more intense the sex afterwards; that's a well-proven women's rule!"

There was a stirring when the man stepped out onto the balcony and spoke again: "But don't say later I have not warned you. I am dying to make love to you, I have been all this week and I was counting the hours and the minutes until I finally could be back together with you. Your husband has no idea you are still in Beirut?"

She laughed in a conspiratorial and sympathetic way: "He thinks I have gone up the coast to see some remote part of my family. So we just have to make sure that no one sees me out in the streets, and especially not with you!"

The sound of kissing was followed by his deep voice: "So we just stay here in the room and make wild, passionate love all day and all night. I am so hungry for you; I could eat you right now."

"Oh Basil, I would love you to do that but I have to eat something first. I haven't had anything since breakfast this morning. What do you say, we go down to the restaurant and have some nice appetizers, before we come up here and I..." The rest of her proposal was not audible for my ears, but a chuckle by the man called Basil suggested that it must have been to his liking.

I was torn between being angry at the prospect of unwanted nightly noise next to my room and the familiar stirring in my pants. What should I make of this? Either I would have to stay out very late until they got over with their business – or maybe there would be ways to enjoy this spectacle for myself... 

Cautiously, I pulled away the board and peered over. The glass door was shut, but the curtains were wide open and I could see the couple from behind just leaving the room. If the curtains remained like that I would have a prime viewing spot to their play ground. The thought of watching a couple engaged in an intimate embrace had never actually occurred to me as exciting. However, now that the chance for it presented itself unexpectedly, I kind of got to like the idea of observing them. 

I decided to give it a try: I would get down to the restaurant and see if I liked them as a couple; maybe they were totally ugly and I could forget the whole thing anyway. 

The restaurant was small and cosy; there were only two couples sitting in both corners. I motioned the waiter that I wanted the table right in the middle of them, so I could have a good view to either side. With a glass of wine in my hands, I then assessed the situation. 

The couple on my left was in their fifties and both of them with strongly Western appearance; probably British or French. While I was debating whether this could be of any interest to me, I heard the familiar laughing from the other side. 

Turning my head, I could put two faces to the voices I had heard just some minutes ago. They were caught up in her conversation, so they did not notice me sizing them up; although, already the first sight of them made it clear that I would stay in the hotel as long as the curtain was not pulled shut. 

She was an exotic woman, probably in her late 30s, a mixture between Arabic and Indian descent. Her skin was dark, almost a mahogany taint, and her black eyes were sparkling with joy and expectation. With her hair almost reaching down to her shoulder, she was a wonderful sight. Obviously accustomed to a Western lifestyle, she was very exquisite and beautiful in marking her oriental features with just the right touch of make-up. 

Her lips were an attraction in themselves: an anthracite tone, slightly emphasized with lip gloss, they stood in the middle of her face and smiled invitingly. With every smile, her shiny white teeth showed and her charming nose wrinkled lovingly. She obviously enjoyed her company very much, and her body language was equally positive. With her head slightly bowed to her left side, she had both of her arms laid out on the table. Stressing her natural beauty, she wore a peach-coloured blouse that stretched promisingly over her visibly large breasts. When she spoke, she used her hands to make a point and intermittently showed the pink-whitish palms. She was definitely a true beauty – and just to my liking. 

Sitting opposite her, Basil was an Arabian man and he was big. Used to significantly smaller people in the Middle East, he struck me with his presence. His light features suggested a Western descent, and he used that mixture to his advantage: neatly trimmed beard, dark and suggestive eyes, short hair and a truly sympathetic appearance. He was significantly younger than his counterpart, maybe around 30. His beige trousers and the white shirt highlighted his muscular body – and it did not go without effect on the woman sitting opposite him. 

During dinner, their conversation switched back and forth between uncompromising topics of daily life and direct allusions to what was to come after they finished their meal. This did its effect on me: by the time of dessert I was so fired up to see the two of them getting down on each other that I was already contemplating possible countermeasures against the imposing threat of a closed curtain. 

In the meantime I had gathered that the name of that wonderful lady was Sandra. She appeared now, with her stomach filled and visibly excited at the approaching sexual encounter, even more beautiful than before. Of course I would have loved to approach this beauty myself; but this evening, I would already be content with watching her getting fucked by Basil. Somehow during the dinner, I had gotten to like them, their moves and their way to prepare their experience. They did not rush but clearly enjoyed every moment of anticipation of what lay ahead of them. 

They paid and left the restaurant in a deep embrace. It took me some moments to conceal the mounting erection in my pants. All the way up to my room, I almost prayed for that curtain to be open. 'Strange enough,' I thought to myself, 'in the beginning I did not know what to make of that. And now all I wish for is to see them fuck.'

Silently sneaking on to the balcony, I held my breath when moving away the wooden board as I had done before: the curtain was still open! 

And what I saw made me gape in awe: never before had I seen a couple from so close up kissing and hugging intimately! They were not even two meters away, right in front of my eyes standing between the bed and the balcony door, and they made no move as to close the curtain and end the show for me. 

I pulled my chair closer and sat down, holding the board up in the air. Since it had become dark and I had not turned on any light, the chances of them spotting me in my hiding place were slim. Besides, they started to get really heated up in their entanglement and certainly had other things on their mind. 

It took me a little while to get accustomed to that very unusual sight of two people getting intimate just before my eyes. But after some minutes, their excitement became contagious to me and I relaxed in my chair, giving in to the prospect of watching the two of them having sex – for what other purpose would they be here? 

The difference in size made them an interesting couple: Sandra was an estimated 1.60 m / 5'2", while Basil measures certainly over 1.90 m / 6'3''. He had to bend down to kiss her and she was hugging his lower back, but that did not take away any of their intensiveness. Although I could not hear them through the closed glass door, I could see their saliva glistening as their tongues worked more and more passionately. 

Basil's hands were slowly moving from her back down to her ass. Now I could see that she was wearing a short, black skirt and matching tights. Her ass was curvy, although her whole appearance was more on the slender side, with the exception of her breasts. But those were not visible at that moment, since she pushed her entire body strongly against his. 

Not interrupting their increasingly lively kissing, Basil's hands had started to caress the ass cheeks of his partner and Sandra was responding with the same kind of attention. I could see her well-manicured hands stroking down low, and using her long fingernails to scratch his cloth on the way up. 

This performance unfolding in front of my eyes was just wonderful. By now, I just wanted them to continue slowly, build up their sexual energy and then allow it to run freely. All I wanted was to see him driving into her and watch her sexual pleasure at his penetration. I wanted this beautiful, exotic woman to be fucked by this powerful man, seeing them both work their way up to ecstasy and unleash their longing into the night. 

During the course of my considerations, things had gone further on the other side of the separation panel. His big hands were now at her front, lovably massaging her tits. Sandra's closed eyes and the lustfully opened lips showed how much she enjoyed that treatment. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, one by one. When she reached his belt, her fingers went back up and sneaked inside to touch his breast. 

I was eagerly waiting for him to do the same, I wanted to see her tits; it did not take long and my wish was fulfilled. Willingly, Sandra lifted her arms to let him take her blouse off. She revealed a perfectly matching, rose-coloured bra that barely covered her full breasts. Basil obviously had had the pleasure before, since he went right to the next step and unlocked the support on Sandra's back. 

The bra fell to the ground and unveiled an absolutely stunning set of breasts. They were incredibly full and female, with a slightly lighter colour than the rest of her visible body. Her nipples were small and firm, and they were almost entirely black. The imbalance in size between breast and nipples added to the attractiveness of the sight, and surely Basil must have had the same thoughts. Resolutely, he bent his head down and started licking the black centres, first pointedly, then with wide strokes of his tongue. 

To see his white flesh work on her dark skin excited me immensely. They were a perfect match in colour, and I was beginning to shift uneasily in my seat. My own erection had by then become fully grown and a well-known feeling of anticipation had befallen my groin. But I wanted to go on together with them; in my thoughts I was almost begging her to make a move towards his hips. 

Sandra had reopened her eyes and rewarded Basil with a hot kiss for his wet tit massage. She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and motioned him to take it off. While he busied himself with the sleeves, she gave him one of her gorgeous white-teeth smiles and playfully licked her lips. 'Go," I encouraged them in my excitement, 'go!'

Her hands reached out and pulled his belt closer to her. She sat down on the bed, right in front of him, her tits swinging freely from her movement. With a fixed stare on the bulge in his pants, she reached for his belt end and began with slow motions to unbuckle it. For one moment, she paused; then, she let her hand wander down his zipper.

When Basil wrenched at this unexpected attention, a knowing smile appeared on her face and she scratched his groin deliberately with her long fingernails. I could feel the ripples of this all the way through my jeans. Sandra unbuttoned what was left of the closing mechanism and slowly pulled down the zipper of his trousers. 

Basil was standing before her, his eyes closed and every single muscle of his was tense with anticipation. He appeared calm, but his heavy breathing revealed his excitement. His mouth opened instantly, when Sandra reached with her hand inside his trousers; although not touching him directly, she knew exactly how to get him hot. It was obvious that they were not doing this for the first time. 

Like in trance and without taking my eyes off them, I removed by own belt and pulled down the jeans. My own cock pulsated painfully in my retro underwear, dying to spring to freedom. At that moment, Sandra had obviously played enough and was decided to make progress. With a careful movement below his belly, she drew away his boxers and reached around his ass to pull them down. 

I almost shrieked when I caught sight of what she had revealed. His cock stood straight away from his body and it was huge! With my mouth wide open, I stared in disbelief at this gigantic member. Never before had I seen something of that size. Sure, in the relevant movies I had seen some of those, but never had one struck me as being so big. Maybe it was the closeness of the action, maybe it was the rather small figure and hands of Sandra that made it appear larger. However, and comparing with my own size, Basil's cock was at least 10 inches long and it was thick! 

Sandra obviously knew exactly what she was getting at, since she admired his manhood almost lovingly. While her nails searched his balls to scratch them, she looked up to Basil's face; but he had his eyes closed and was totally absorbed in the little shockwaves that her treatment sent through him. 

With her head just inches away from his hard-on, she seemed to weigh her options. Although her hand could not reach all the way around him, with a quick motion she pulled his foreskin all the way back. He buckled, and revealed a wonderfully shaped head, full and ready from all the blood that filled it. It was the first time that I had ever considered the cock of another man as beautiful, but this was the word that sprang to my mind at that exact moment. 

I pulled out my own erection and imitated Sandra's movement. I was so horny by then, just watching them! Her exotic facial features were then right in front of his white cock. Her pink tongue shot forward and touched his most sensitive skin part. Again he buckled, and a smile formed on his face. 

Once again, Sandra pulled his foreskin back and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then she opened her anthracite lips and bowed down on him. Very slowly, as if to make his pleasure expand infinitely, she took him in, first the head, and then she stretched to accommodate him in her mouth. 

It was a marvellous sight how her dark lips stretched around his white cock and sucked more and more of him in. When she released him again, his erection shone from her saliva. Pain reminded me that I was pressing my own dick way too hard, but I just could not help it. I was so turned on by watching Sandra suck this huge member that I had to concentrate not to shoot my own load prematurely. 

Sandra had fallen into a wonderful rhythm, letting Basil glide in and out of her mouth. Her lips were stretched truly, but she seemed to enjoy this immensely. She must have had quite some training at that, and for a moment I smiled at imaging the expression on her face when she had laid eyes on his monster cock for the first time. Now she was all absorbed in her exercise, and when moving forward, her eyes enhanced her wonderful exotic touch. 

Through the closed door, I could hear Basil moan. Obviously, he loved the way she treated him – just as I did! He spread his legs as far as possible with the trousers still around his ankles and put his hands on the back of her head. Not that Sandra needed encouragement, but it was just another phase of their oral sex. He held her head in place and pushed himself forward, driving his cock deep down her throat. 

Once again I gaped, this time at how much of him Sandra was able to take into her mouth. Where did she store all that? His mouth-fucking made her visibly excited, as she worked more intensely with her left hand at his bottom and with the right hand pulled down his balls. 

Where was this leading to? Was he about to get off in this way? My own hand worked now feverishly up and down my cock and the size of my erection was beginning to hurt. Still, I could not take my eyes off them. The sight was just too wicked: he was forcing his huge, thick white cock deeper and deeper into her exquisite, oriental mouth. 

Sandra had closed her eyes and seemed caught somewhere between pain and pleasure at his treatment. However, she seemed to become more and more heated up, judging from her feverish up-and-down motion on his shaft. She held her head still as he drove forward, almost violating the precious opening between her dark lips. 

Basil's groaning intensified and was now clearly audible. Sandra joined in as well as she could with her mouth filled all the way with his cock. But she was clearly horny enough to know only one goal: with all the motions of her hands, she clearly begged for him to come deep in her throat.




Arabian Adventure Ch. 05



When he pulled back just a moment too long, she desperately grabbed his cock and jerked it back into her mouth. Opening her eyes, Sandra glared up his full body size and her look clearly pleaded him to shoot. This precious moment of subjugation was all it took: with some more harsh pushes forward, Basil drove his thick cock deeper into her mouth and then let out a wonderfully masculine yell. Just before his climax, he contemptuously looked down on his woman; then, his facial expressions hardened and began to shot his load. 

For what must have been two or three spurts of his semen spraying into her, they both came to a momentary halt. Then Basil resumed his thrusts and continued to mouth-fuck Sandra intensively. She seemed to know what she was to expect and obediently let him work furiously between her lips, taking in the seemingly endless squirts of juice coming from his cock. 

I was so caught up in their performance that I completely missed my own orgasm setting in. Only when the spurts were painfully ejected from my shaft and hit my shirt, I realised that I had just come with them. I was trembling with excitement and moved up and down my cock while watching Sandra and Basil end the first of her nightly episodes. 

Having obviously gotten what he wanted, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He must have shot a huge amount into her, since Sandra fought to swallow all he had left her with. When licking her lips to show that every precious drop had gone down her throat, he smiled contentedly at her and pulled her head towards his hips. The malignant attitude had vanished, now they appeared to be just a couple in a loving embrace after a marvellous blowjob. 

It was clear to me that this could by no means be the end of their encounter; I rather thought that it was the beginning. I was all wet by my own love juice and my erection started to die down, but my body was still trembling at the unexpected sensations I had just lived through. What was to come next? 

I did not have to wait too long for the show to be continued. Although she had had her share of fun by giving head to Basil and had been adequately rewarded, Sandra was still short in attention being paid to. 'Undress her, show me her pussy,' I uttered under my fast breathing. 

But things were developing somewhat slower in the next room. With his wet cock still half erect in the air, Basil took off what was left of his trousers. Then he brought his attention back to the exotic woman on his bed and bent down to kiss her. Tasting his own cum in her mouth obviously amused him, and they laughingly hugged. 

I could not hear their conversation, but it took some time until life came back into them. Basil brought one of his hands down on Sandra's breasts and started pulling teasingly on her nipples. What I thought must have been at least a little painful, seemed to be just what she was waiting for. Every time he pulled, Sandra responded with a joyful motion of her upper body. 

After some more rounds of that game, it was time she wanted more and did not hesitate to show that. She took his hand and brought it right between her legs. When he started massaging her through the material of her skirt, her body started writhing, motioning him to continue. 

That was nothing that Basil had to be told twice. His hand disappeared under her skirt and an approving smile showed on his face. Clearly, he had found what he had expected, and I guessed that her tights were not going all the way up. She twanged when his hand struck gold. With his grin widening, Basil went to work on her, seemingly knowing exactly what she needed in this situation. 

The movements up her skirt became more erratic and powerful. Sandra stretched on the bed and had her legs spread as far as her skirt allowed. She was desperately awaiting his touch, his stroke and his exciting her. She reached down and fumbled with the zipper of her skirt, and Basil took over pulling it down. 

What they revealed was even more exquisite than before. Sandra wore the matching panties, in rose colour, and as expected her stockings ended well before her hips in a wonderfully elaborate lace work. The end was almost imperceptible against the dark colour of her skin. Her thighs and her hips were beautiful, a true female work of art: seemingly soft and inviting, but at the same time strong and full of lust. 

A spot in the middle of her underwear revealed the level of excitement that Sandra was in: she was soaking wet from her previous blowjob and Basil's massage. In that moment, I would have given everything to be in his place and pull down her panties to discover her drenched pussy – even a hint of her smell would have done it for me! But here is was, watching this big guy getting down on this classy, exotic woman; but surprisingly enough, life had come back to my cock. 

Basil still showed no visible signs of physical excitement, but he knew where his work was required. He motioned Sandra to bow her hips upwards and pulled down her panties. When he shifted a little, I got the first full look at her pussy, and it was as I had imagined: nothing more and nothing less than the most wonderful pussy in the world. 

The dark skin colour seemed to intensify with every inch closer to the space between her legs. Her pussy was clean-shaven, only above the slit she had left a little stripe of thick, black hair. It was an arrow pointing downwards, clearly marking the way for anyone in doubt. While the tissue seemed to be soft as clouds, her groin was visibly swollen by excitement and unsatisfied lust. From between her skin folds, the inner labia stuck out and revealed a slight hint of pink interior. Her pussy could not conceal the wetness emerging from the innermost depths of this woman; her slit was soaked in anticipation. 

I admired this pussy like I never did with one before. It was so close, yet it was totally unreachable for me. All I could do was watch and wait for this giant to touch it, to caress it, to open it up and to penetrate it in whichever way he pleased to. Lucky for me that all this took place right on the end of the bed that was closest to my watch spot. 

Basil seemed to be equally fascinated by what he saw, since he took some seconds to savour the moment. Inhaling her scent, he probingly tapped her with the finger tip. She screamed, wanting more of his touch. He moved in from the side and was met with wide open legs. She practically pushed her treasures towards him. Basil finally shook off the spell of watching her and used both hands to pull her labia apart. The pink flesh that he revealed stood in sharp contrast to her dark skin and my excitement rose. My erection was almost back to its original size when all this started. 

I could even clearly make out Sandra's clit, as a bright pink spot in the middle of her spread legs. Basil decided to make the move and bowed down. He went straight for her clit and sucked it powerfully into his mouth. Sandra was caught off guard by this and let out a scream, followed by a hefty movement of her hips. A second later, she reached out and found his dick, which by then was halfway back to erection. 

Basil's sucking looked almost painfully strong, but Sandra just seemed to get off on that. She had gripped his dick firmly and squeezed it while enjoying the spasms that were sent through her body. Basil appeared to know exactly what it was that excited her; and he gave it to her. Almost brutally, he bent her thighs further apart and then shoved two fingers forcefully up her pussy. 

Sandra let out another scream of joy, and it was obvious that she was craving for more of that treatment. With his fingers up her cunt and his lips sucking her clit, she was in no position to complain. Totally absorbed in her lust, she wanked Basil's now fully erect cock almost fanatically as if to prepare with all her power what she so much longed for. 

When her muscles started tensing under his incessant pussy work, Basil suddenly let go of her and pushed himself up. With the same contemptuous look as before, he waited for some reaction. Even from my position, I could clearly make out those two words on her lips: "Fuck me."

Basil still waited. She had to say it again. And again. She had to spread her legs totally open and pull her pussy lips wide apart for him, incessantly repeating those two words: "Fuck me, fuck me, and fuck me." 

Finally, Basil seemed to have mercy with that exquisite woman that was pleading and begging him to stick his huge cock up her body. He got himself into position between her legs; she was still holding everything gaping open for him and the pink interior seemed filled the entire room. 

'Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,' I spit out incessantly into the night. 

Basil brought his thick white cock into position and was met with a desperate embrace by Sandra's dark-skinned legs. She was trembling in anticipation, and he was enjoying every single moment. Finally, his cock head touched the entrance of her pussy. It seemed almost impossible that this immense hard-on could actually fit into her tiny hole. But it was too late for any more deliberations; Sandra needed to be fucked and she wanted this cock inside of her. 

Grabbing her round ass on both sides, Basil went in for the final move. Against my expectations, he did it slowly. As in slow motion, he pushed forward; but he would not hold up even once. With extreme determination, he sank his enormous erection right into her centre. Her pussy was stretched so much that I thought it had to burst out the next second. But that did not happen; instead, Sandra seemed to have entered into a state of trance with Basil's cock being shoved up inside her. 

Starting with a slight trembling, her body began to shiver and shake until it became almost uncontrollable. Her mouth wide open, staring ecstatically at the ceiling, Sandra tried to spread her legs even more to take all of him in. Almost all of Basil's cock was plunged into her and he still did not stop pushing forward. The scene froze, with Sandra buckling wildly and him grinning knowingly down on her. 

My balls started to contract even without me touching them or my cock. Just the sight of them was more than I could take. I felt my orgasm building up in the deepest regions of my groin. I knew I only had to put a hand around the base of my cock in order to let it come out; but I still held back, staring in awe at the couple on the bed. 

The white body of Basil was still intertwined with the dark figure of Sandra, his cock sticking way up her pussy. But his facial expression had changed again; he seemed now highly intense. And then he went to work. 

Slowly pulling back, he let Sandra calm down a little. But when she seemed to have gained some control of her body movements, he went in for the kill. With unexpected viciousness, he slammed his hips forward and his immense erection all the way into her. Though this motion must almost have ripped her open, she simply took it. And then again. And again. 

Like a maniac, Basil was now using his dick as a jackhammer to penetrate time and time again into Sandra's pink pussy. She threw her arms above her head and started screaming relentlessly. This only encouraged Basil to fuck her harder, pushing her almost against the headboard of the bed. And then, her body jerked up and she wrapped her arms around him, bringing both of their bodies together in an ecstatic last spasm. Their insetting simultaneous orgasms hit them in total stillness and they were even too tangled up to emit any noise whatsoever. 

It was a fascinating sight; it was overwhelming to participate in their intimate ecstasy and to become part of their sex. As soon as I brought my hand down on my cock, I was greeted with a familiar warm gush of semen spurting out of it. More followed, until my balls were completely empty. 

I slowly sank back into the chair and tried to relax. On their bed, Sandra and Basil slowly slipped apart. What I had seen and what I had experienced was just incredible. I wish I could have let them both know how much their love-making had excited and affected me. 

But of course I remained the undetected onlooker, having spied on a couple in their sexual encounter. And however naughty it was watching them: I was sure that with what had come out of it, they would have smiled at the revelation my indiscrete act. 



Arabian Adventure Ch. 06



Being a man in an Arab society is not always easy. To this day, I have not figured out whether being a white, Western man makes it actually more or less difficult when it comes to intimate relations within the oriental world outside of marriage. Clear enough, one's luck with sexual encounters is very much dependant on coincidence and the right time, place, circumstances and momentary situation. 

There is still no way I would curse my fate of living in Syria, since the country has given me some of the most wonderful experiences in my life: surprising, intense, sensual, deep, lustful, loud and exotic encounters. I do have a liking for oriental women, especially of dark skin colour, and more than once did I have the pleasure of enjoying unforgettable moments. 

However, sometimes it gets really hard for a man with a healthy sexual appetite not to become a little frustrated at the offered, yet unreachable charms of female curves. Especially during the summer time, the young and the older women show a liberal attitude towards dressing, by squeezing all available appeals into tight jeans and tops, wiggling their hips up and down the streets. 

It was the beginning of July and I had entered just one of those frustration phases. Work was going alright, but my social life had turned out to be somewhat slow lately. Especially, I had not had good sex in quite a while, simply due to the lack of opportunity. 

Trying to relax on a Thursday evening in one of the roadside cafés in a modern part of Damascus, I was lazily puffing away on a water pipe while trying to passively fight of the day's heat that only reluctantly retreated into the evening. My mind was surrendering to the number of asses and breasts on offer; they swayed by in all forms and colours: large, small, round, flat, hanging, sticking up, overflowing, pushed up – everything. While earlier on, my groin had shown some latent interest and tried to make some claims, it had stopped after a while and all efforts had died down. 

Sipping my fresh strawberry juice, something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. Before I realized it, it was already to late: Maya, one of those women that haunt men in their most beautiful dreams as well as in their worst nightmares, had strolled by. Awestruck, I tried to hide behind my glass and pretended to be highly interested in the stone tiles on the floor. 

Maya was one of the most incredible women I had ever seen in my entire life: she was tall, at least 5'9" / 1,75 m, which is gigantic for an Arab woman. Every pore of her body emitted a sensation of passion and lust – and she did every possible thing to enhance that. She usually wore high heels, barefoot, giving her an air of being completely unattainable. Her olive-coloured legs were perfectly shaped and curved upwards in a queen-like manner. Adorable backs of her knees followed and merged into the most female thighs available on this planet. What followed was an ass so powerful to blow away entire armies: round, full, curvy and tasty, exceptionally large but perfect in shape – an absolute rocket. Those few men still able to continue looking further upwards were rewarded with a highly sensual navel in the centre of well-adorned belly, all in the same breathtaking olive skin colour. The breasts were the ultimate weapon: standing far out from her body, they were huge, but in a way that left every mouth wide open and every hand trembling in a futile wish to touch them at least once before death. 

As if it wasn't enough, Maya also called a marvellous set of full, red lips her own, which she willingly engaged in enthusiastic conversations. Mostly, her excitement was accompanied by agile, flirtatious eyes that emitted small lightings while speaking. Large curls of pitch-black hair rounded off her appearance. To put it in a nutshell: Maya was an absolutely incredible woman, and she did not mind doing everything to affirm that. 

However, and contrary to what everyone believed was her attitude, she was an absolutely sympathetic, friendly and normal woman and friend. Somehow, the contrast between her fascinating looks and her natural behaviour did not come to her attention. Nor did she notice that men were fainting by the dozen when she walked by. I do not recall how many sleepless nights I had spent lonely at home when I had first seen her, and even more after I had met her for the first time. It did not matter that she had a husband who seemed to be out of town quite often. Her simple presence was reason enough to send every cock into stiffness and every set of balls into hurtful swelling. 

She really was the last woman I wanted to see and endure that evening in my sorrowful state of sexual frustration. But luck was clearly not on my side, since she spotted me in my pathetic hiding place and steered through the crown right on to my table. 

"Hi sweetie," she chirped and every head within a radius of 20 m turned, "how nice to see you, it has been a while! What are you doing all by yourself?"

Swaying between absolute pride and total embarrassment, I produced a smile and motioned towards the empty chair. My cock was already up and hardening when my nose caught her wonderful perfume. 

"You look more beautiful than ever, Maya," I managed to deliver, staring in awe at her perfect make-up and her incredible body. 

"Oh, you are just joking, I know you," she said and put her gorgeous fingers down on my hand. It was hard to believe, but I was 100% sure that she had no idea about the effect she had on people, especially of the opposite gender. "I am sorry, but I have to run and cannot join you. But why don't you come later to the 'Liquid Lounge', then we can do some dancing together? I will be there from 10 onwards with some friends, you know them."

I tried to conceal my arousal, a feeling she always evoked in my even when only opening her mouth: "I will see, maybe I come for a quick drink. You know I can't resist your suggestions, but this evening it will be a battle."

"I would love to see you there, so think about it... Bye!" With a little wave, she tried to disappear into the streets, but my eyes glued themselves to her swaying ass and followed her halfway through town – at least so I thought. She was one of those women that had this irresistibility: I knew I was going to make a fool out of myself, I was starting my dreaming already and in the end my frustration at the chance I never really had would be even bigger than before. 

But it was unavoidable that I went. 

It was a small club with a cosy atmosphere, more like a private dance club with friends. Large discotheques do not exist in Syria, so this was as good as it got. But music and ambience was only second-rate that night anyway: I went because Maya had said that she wanted to see me there. It would have been perfect to know her as a friend, as a neuter – it was a pity that I just could not shake off my male instincts and spend some impartial time with her. But so it was. 

I spotted her on the tiny dance floor, easy to distinguish amongst the smaller crowd. Of Syrian descent, Maya had been brought up in the UK and only three years ago, had moved back to Syria with her family. Shortly after, she had gotten married and worked in a lawyer's office. I had no idea how anybody around her could actually keep his mind on his paperwork, but luckily that was not my problem. 

I greeted some of our common friends and got into kind conversations. This diversion did me actually good, and I felt very much at ease until Maya appeared back from her dancing. Grabbing her drink, she spotted me, moved over and pinched me: "I knew you were coming, great to see you! Just let me get my breath back and we will make it to the dance floor, handsome man!"

Off she went like a whirlwind, leaving me behind with a stunned look. While one half of my brain was debating whether or not I knew her exact age or if the 29 were just a guess, the other half tried to grasp what the eyes were fervently reporting: tight-fitting, beige linen trousers accentuated every single detail of Mayas figure, while her upper body was held together by a white wrap shirt that made her large breasts stick out even more than usual. How was I going to survive that evening?

Simple solution: drinking! They served alcohol in that club, so for the first time in months I ordered a gin tonic – I really needed it. It took me not even two minutes to down it, and I went for a second. Only after half of that had disappeared down my throat, I could relax somewhat and strength began to flow back into my limbs. The absurdity of the situation made this drastic action necessary: I was dying to make this woman mine and there was no way in the world I would ever achieve that. Once I had actually accompanied her home after a late dinner and come up for a pepsi – but she had not shown even the slightest interest in any closeness, she had seemed to be totally immune to anything I did. I remembered having left her place like a beaten dog, swearing that I would never again humiliate myself in the same manner. 

Vow or not, I was sweating in the club and that was caused by the movements that Maya was making next to me on the dance floor. Lucky enough, my drinks showed a soothing effect and took my mind off my immediate surrounding. I enjoyed moving to the music, I knew most of the Arabic chart songs and smiled broadly at Maya. The only thing that shook me every time was the accidental touches by any part of her body that sent series of shivers down my body.

Between all the drinking, dancing, chatting and laughing, the night went quickly and before I realised it, me and Maya were the only ones left from our group. I checked the time: "Do you know it is already 2.30?"

She gave me a surprise look: "No, I did not realize that. That's why everybody has left, now I get it!"

With a tipsy motion, she came over at my table and stood next to me, her glass in the hand. I could not help but admiring her carefully manicured hands, her slim fingers standing in contrast to the voluptuous female body. My look followed her brown arm up to her neck, where her open mouth was waiting for me to finish my travel: "I think I have had a good share of drinks tonight. How do you feel? You look quite the same, sweetie!"

"I feel it was a fun night with lots of dancing and liquids. But I am fine, most of it I sweated out anyway, trying to keep up with all your energy!"

Her white teeth flashed: "Do you think you can accompany me home? You have the same way, don't you? Makes me feel better on the street."

I knew this was going to be my doom, every step pure torture. Accompanying her to her house, touching her cheek to wish her good-bye and then waiting to see that fabulous ass disappear up into the stairs. No evening could have ended in a more horrible way, and I was already fearing every step on my own way home. 

"You want to stay here glued to the table?" Her voice next to my ear made me jump, and smelling her wonderful sweet, alcoholic breath made me melt away. But I managed to pull myself together, acting like at least half a man and following her out. The next insurmountable obstacle to my movements came in form of the stairs. Her bulging ass swayed back and forth in front of my face, the humid linen of her trousers almost touched my nose and only with luck I managed not to fall on my way up. I had no explanation what this woman did to me; all I knew was that I had a raging hard-on in my pants and almost no brain cells left to function. 

Slightly drunk but welcomingly greeted by the fresh air, we linked our arms for support and continued on the night streets of Damascus. I wished this way to her house never to end and I prayed that it would be over as soon as possible. The pure female scent that her body gave off after all this dancing blurred my senses and my nose was on its way to find the source. 

"What are you doing, are you sniffing me?" Her laughter filled the streets and sent another wave of her smell over to me. 

"I am just, well, smelling you – you smell so sensual, so good!"

She moved away, only to come quickly back again: "I probably stink after all this sweating in the dance club. I really need to shower now before going to bed."

As always, even my most strictly suppressed hopes vanished at a simple sentence of her. In vain, I tried to tell myself to get my mind straight, to let off with all sexually compromising thoughts and to just concentrate on my further way home. It was hopeless with Maya, nothing worked. 

"We made it," she called out, when we came to a halt in front of her building, "thanks for bringing me, it was a fun evening. I really do enjoy it sometimes when my husband is not here."

When she bowed forward to kiss me on the cheek, my mouth in cooperation with some remote brain cells came to life: "Would you mind if I come up with you?"

She stopped and looked at me: "Why, it's late and I have to shower and then go to bed?"

"Just for a quick drink of water," I gabbled, "and I'll be right on my way."

She hesitated for a moment: "Well, sure, why not, come on."

She lived on the third floor and I cursed myself for the idea of coming up on every single step. My mouth stood open, ready to bite into her ass as it swayed before me, left, right, left, right... I stumbled into her when she came to a halt in front of her door. At least, she had her smile back by then. 

"Welcome to my home! You have been here before, so just go to the fridge while I have to get rid of these wet clothes." With my dick hard as a rock, I moved carefully into the kitchen and poured myself some water. Deliberately sipping and savouring each drop, I turned around at a low noise. Maya had appeared in the door, dressed in a bathrobe, all in white, with her olive legs and arms sticking out. The contrast of her black hear on her shoulders made me choke and burst into a coughing fit.. 

She moved over and patted me on the back. To feel the cloth of her bathrobe on my arms was just stunning and I never wanted to stop coughing again. She laid her arms around me in an effort to support my relaxing, but the effect was just the opposite. Slowly, she guided me to the living room and on the sofa. 

"Either you are a bad drinker or something has shocked you – what was it?" she asked innocently. 

At the same time, she made an effort to massage my lungs. Her breast, though firmly held in place by her bathrobe, touched my body. I was in heaven. Like in trance, I turned my head towards her and whispered: "Maya..."

When opening my eyes, our lips were only half an inch apart and I stared right into her dark eyes. She must have felt something different, since she simply did not answer nor make any movement to turn away. This moment was magical, both our energies accumulated into the space between our faces and my heart started beating furiously. A higher force pulled us closer and I could feel her breath on my skin. Still holding our gaze in total absorption of the moment, I felt her lips touch mine like the evening wind on a summer day. They were so soft, so full, so ripe, so hot, so humid and they surrendered to the miniscule power that I engaged in pushing slightly forward. 

We paused in this position and let the moment expand infinitely. 

We did that a second time. 

And then she broke away from me, her look lowered and her arms withdrawing. 

"I think we should not do this. It is not ok." 

I kept silent for a moment. The most perfect moment had come and slipped away again. The Earth resumed its movement. And my brain worked again, somehow: "Sure, ok, look, I am sorry, I did not mean to..."

"No need to be sorry, I liked it. But I don't want to go further. I hope you understand."

"Of course I do. Can I hold you in my arms, is that ok?"

Her smile slowly came back to her, and she cuddled up on my shoulder. Her soft bathrobe caressed my skin and I put my arm around her. After some deliberation and cooling down, she wrapped her arm around me from down below. "Come down here with your neck, I want to sniff you just like you did with me in the streets." 

Without hesitation, I obliged and bowed down. Just the touch of her skin on my neck sent instant goose bumps through the entire left side of my body. She started sniffing quickly, and then went over to inhale my scent deeply. "You smell wonderful, the mixture between your perfume and your sweat is almost intoxicating." She inhaled two more times, and then I felt her lips on my neck. 

"I know I should not do this," she muffled from under my chin, "but can I kiss you again, just once more?"

In spite of an answer, I took my head back and bowed down towards her. With closed eyes, my lips met hers and we continued exactly where we had let off before. With only the slightest movements, we savoured the moment, cherishing every sensation of the forbidden fruit that we just tried. Her breath entered me and just so much as inebriated me. I could feel my head spin, and it had nothing to do with any alcohol that I had enjoyed earlier that evening. Despite the motionlessness, we almost forgot to breathe. 

Without looking up, Maya crouched back with her head against my breast. After some moments, she murmured as if absorbed in her own thoughts: "You are a wonderful kisser." Then she took my hand and looked at it, saying with a stronger voice: "And you have very nice hands. They are a little small for a man, but they are well taken care of and express sensitivity." 

After a little pause she looked up to me, her gaze not leaving the grip on my eyes: "I would like to know how they feel on my breasts. Do you want to touch me?"

My next coughing fit was just waiting in a corner of my throat, but I managed to fight it off. By now I would have climbed the walls had she expressed that wish. I was as helpless as ice-cream melting away in the summer sunshine, and all I managed was a somewhat awkward nod. 

With an unsure, but slightly satisfied expression on her face, she moved in her position, bringing her had into my lap and extending her body along the couch. During this motion, a side of her robe slid down and revealed one of her knees. Not only stood the unfathomable dark tone of her skin in an absolute striking contrast to her robe; also the creation of her legs up to that spot made my heart miss a beat. This was nature in its essence of beauty, revealing itself before my eyes. 

She lay in a good position not to collide with my dick, which by that time would have outscored any marble block in hardness. I simply could not believe the development that had taken place during the last half hour. As if to prove that it was not a dream (or a nightmare), I placed my hand on her forehead and started caressing her. Every line of her facial features became subject to my touches, and I explored every pore with my finger tips. Her lips trembled slightly when I passed them on the way down towards her neck. 

I followed the pulsating veins along her collar. Her skin was so incredibly soft, and in places still humid from sweating. In others, the sweat had dried and left sticky patches, which were a marvellous contrast to her smoothness. I approached the opening of her robe and I could already make out her cleavage: a big gap between two giant hills. 

Her heaving breasts showed clearly that she was agitated and waiting for me. I slid down and inserted my finger into the space between her breasts. She felt warm and welcoming, and the contrast of colour between her skin and mine even enhanced my visual excitement. When she moved, I thought for a short moment that I had lost her and that I had blown this one-time chance. But she did not stop me, quite the opposite: she pulled her robe apart and gave me an unobstructed view to her round treasures. 

I had wondered in the past for many times what her tits would look like out in the open. I never had thought they could be only half as beautiful. As a lover of female forms in all sizes, I could only admire this giant wonder laying before my eyes. Her breasts were huge, definitely the largest I had ever seen. But resting innocently on Maya's chest, they were so indescribably perfect: circular nipples, dark colour, round edges, smooth surface, inviting shine – in short, a centre of female perfection. 




Arabian Adventure Ch. 06



My hands were trembling when reaching out for her. I had the feeling of making her dirty with my hands, of interrupting this perfection. When I finally made contact with her skin, a soft moan escaped Maya's lips. This encouraged me to continue exploring, to feel her full tits with my hands. While massaging them with all my tenderness, I subconsciously moved my groin closer to her head and at one point, she made unintentional contact with my raging hard-on. While I was still all caught up in touching her, this obviously had the negative side-effect of bringing her to terms with the situation and our act. As a result, I felt her hands on mine, bringing them to a halt and then slowly taking them away from her body. 

I had difficulties controlling myself. On the one hand, I was so incredibly grateful for the opportunity that she had given me. On the other hand, I was desperately longing to continue with our interaction, to go on caressing her, to explore her body and also to feel her touch me. She must have been aware of my internal battle, since she hugged me strongly in an effort to calm my body down and to bring down the excitement that had been building up. 

"I think it would be better if you go now." 

Her words hit me like a hammer. I had been fearing them from the beginning, and I had tried to fight them off all the time. But now that she had said them, my internal protection shield seemed to collapse. Beaten like a dog – once again – I managed a less than dynamic: "Ok." and started moving. 

Maya sensed my state of mind: "I am sorry, but I cannot do this, it is not correct. It feels just too wonderful when you touch me... I would want to be with you, but I can't."

I simply could not look her in the eyes, I only felt empty at that moment. It was as if something between us had broken. I could not believe how stupid I was: firstly, to bring myself into that situation by asking to come up; and secondly, to let her do with me just what she wanted to. I was not being myself around her, and maybe that was the moment to realize that. 

With resolution in my expression, I looked up from the floor and our eyes met: "Maya, sorry, I have been acting like a total jerk. I should have never asked to come up. You are such a beautiful woman, and sometimes I just cannot hold back my admiration and my longing for you. I am sorry if this has led to a situation that you feel bad about. I hope this has not destroyed the friendship we had; but if it has there is nothing I can do about that now. I am sorry, Maya."

She let me finish what I had to say, but her response to it came very vehemently: "Oh no, there is nothing you have to be sorry about. It is me who has to excuse the whole situation. I know how you looked at me and I let it get this far. I lured you into this mess and then pulled back out like a chicken." 

Somehow, I did not really believe what I heard from her. But when she stood there before me in her robe, and as if to underline her words started making noise like a real chicken and flapping her arms like wings, I could not help but burst out laughing. I laughed so hard that tears were showing in my eyes and my head filled with blood like a balloon. After another one of those already familiar coughing fits, I finally managed to calm down and look at her. 

With her most sympathetic smile and still in her robe, she stood in front of me. Without her shoes she was actually a little smaller than me – a totally new perspective. "Oh, come here, Maya," I bubbled relieved and took her in my arms, "we both were a little stuck up, don't you think? Wow, I really couldn't breathe when you were around me, you turned me on so much!" 

Maya seemed to be equally serene: "And I did not know what to do to loosen you up, you always seemed to be so fixed on me!" She cuddled a little closer: "It was so bad because I could not even flirt with you without fearing that you would jump on me."

"You really wanted to flirt with me and couldn't?" I inquired.

"Of course, you were always so serious and stuck up when being around me. I always feared if I gave you a little more space, you would fall in love with me or something similarly serious. And that is not the kind of complication I am looking for, definitely not." She shook her head vigorously as if to make that point absolutely clear. 

"Have I really been like this?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "you have. No way to get into a normal interaction with you; you were just too tight, you had an abnormal fixation on me. What a shame, especially after I have felt now how good you kiss and in which way are able to arouse me just by massaging my breasts..."

My eyes widened and I shook my head in disbelief: "Wait a minute, what are you saying there?"

Maya breathed deeply: "So again, just for your slow brain to understand: I am saying that you are a handsome man, I have liked you from the first moment, but there was no way I could show that because I had to fear that you would take anything totally serious. And so I just tried to ignore my desire to grab that cute butt of yours and take it home with me." And with these words, she used both hands to grab my ass powerfully. A big teasing smile appeared on her face. 

I still had trouble grasping her words: "But, but what about your husband? Didn't you say...?"

"What I meant was, that I did not want to do that to YOU! My husband doesn't come back until next week and there is no need for him to know what you and me would be doing together here."

"But Maya, all I wanted to do since I have known you is just to get close to you, in a physical sense. I never pretended anything else, I know you are married and I am not in love with you. Or more to the point: you are so awfully beautiful and sexy, to me you are the most desirable woman in the world, that I pined for you every time I saw you or came near you. I wanted to touch your skin, to knead your tits, to grab your ass and to eat your pussy – and this desire was just so huge, all the time. I had no intention of giving you a different impression all along. I am not in love with you, sorry!" 

She listened to my words and seemingly took them all in. Then she stepped back and took on a challenging pose: "Well, my dear, if all you ever wanted was my tits and my ass – then why don't you come and get it?" 

With a mocking smile she moved and pretended to open her robe and just offer herself to me. But I could see that she was just playing, it was more than clear. For the second time that night, there had been a major shift in our relationship: it felt as if all those complications that stood between us had fallen off and we were just looking at each other like a man watches a woman he fancies. No plays, no fixtures, no wrong expectations. For the first time that evening, I took a free breath. It felt so incredibly good being here with her and slowly I realized what did lie ahead of me. 

We both took a quick step forward, meeting in the middle and uniting in a wonderful kiss that expressed all the happiness that we both felt. We laughed our relief out loud into the night and I picked her up and swirled her around once. 

"Only one thing before we get started," she said while pushing the centre of her body against mine, "I want to take a shower, I don't want to present myself to you as sweaty and salty as I am now. You can fix us a drink in the meantime, what do you say?" And she placed her warm lips on my ear to whisper: "And we have all night to do what we like...". 

With that, she disappeared into the back of the apartment and I heard the shower start. I was paralysed, I still did not realize to the full extent what was going on. 'Ok, she said drink,' I muttered to myself and forced myself into the kitchen. While pouring two glasses, an excited anticipation set in and took control of my body. Goose bumps and a broad smile showed and my dick sprang back to life. The alcohol suddenly tasted incredibly great. 

Again wrapped in her robe, she returned and gave the way free for me. Never before had I taken such a quick shower, I was so turned on by what lay ahead. I had found a big towel that I used for cover, and I took a seat on the other side of the couch. Drinks in our hands, we just looked at each other. Deeply we sank into our gazes and our breathing became heavier. The bulge under my towel showed clearly, which Maya noticed with a knowing smile. 

She sank the last of her drink and with her exquisite hand put down the glass on the table. Very deliberately, she untied the belt of her robe, making sure I watched her every movement. I held my breath, unable to move. As if in slow motion, she opened her robe in the middle and revealed its marvellous content. Inch by inch, her body came to light, olive skin under pure white cotton. 

When she was done, I had the most perfect woman lying naked in front of me on the couch, offering herself to me. I was in heaven. She was a goddess, and her figure was unblemished. Her breasts were huge and perfectly round; her belly appeared incredibly loveable; her hips challenging and accommodating; her legs the ultimate edition of shape; and over all that lay her seamless skin, exotic and lustful in every pore. 

I took three attempts before I even dared to look between her legs. Superb thighs met with her belly and in the middle I discerned the most delicate fruit I had ever laid eyes on. Surprisingly, a little patch of dark hair marked the zone above her sex. But below, there was nothing but skin, soft, full, mature and inviting. 

Her perfect proportions finally got me moving. The tension between us was becoming unbearable. I emptied my glass, got up and left it on the table next to hers. It was only a few steps over to her; I loosened my towel and let it drop to the floor. Naked, with my fully erect cock sticking out, I stood before her and could not take my eyes off the wonderful blossom between her legs. 

My veneration for this heavenly creature before me made sink to my knees right in front of her. I could not help it, it just happened. My hands moved forward and parted her legs. Her pussy was now right before me. I stared. Her skin was flawless, dark olive. Her labia were fleshy, almost untamed. Thick was her black hair towering above, and she opened up some more for me. I almost became intimidated by her wildness and I detected her pussy move in the rhythm of her beating pulse.

When my fingers touched her skin, it felt like reaching into burning flames. I opened her labia to reveal her pinkness. It was strikingly beautiful, and I felt helplessly drawn into her innermost female parts. 

Only then did I notice her smell. It was mature and intense, and brought out allusions to musk, to forest soil after a rain shower and to thick chunks of grilled meat, all mixed with a hint of the first potent urine in the morning. I absorbed it into every pore of my body, I opened her lips wider to get more of that smell and I inserted my nose right into her pussy. It was overwhelming; and it brought out animal-like instincts in me. 

My tongue shot forward and buried itself into her wet flesh. She tasted even more intense than she smelled; I felt like I never ever wanted to leave this spot. I howled for some seconds with my tongue sticking up her pussy; then I let out a holler. Maya was surprised, but equally thrilled by my reaction. She pushed my head deeper into her lap and closed her thighs around me in ecstasy. But there was no way to keep me down like that; my animal magnetism had broken through and it was focused on a quick release. 

I broke free and brought my body on top of hers. How much had I waited and longed for that moment and now it was actually happening! I buried my fingers in her spectacular full tits and my craving lips found hers. Our tongues met in a feverish embrace, our saliva was exchanged and we shared her warm and musky body fluids.

My body quivered from all the excitement and I pulled reluctantly back, putting my head on her shoulder. I felt her refreshing breath in my ear: "What would you like to do with me?"

I could not answer immediately; the mere imagination of my wildest dream came on almost too strong for me. Then it blurred out, from the depths of my innermost desires: "I want to fuck you from behind. Into your ass. I want to fuck your perfect ass." 

Her embrace became even stronger: "Oh yes, do that, oh yes... but I want to feel you inside me first, please..."

Unwillingly, our sexes separated from the occasional touch when I crawled free from her and stood up. The couch was the perfect playground for our plan. Maya gave me a mischievous smile when she, provocatively slowly, turned herself around and supported herself with her arms on the back rest. And then she awaited my assault. 

But I started slowly, biting and kissing her neck. I followed the goose bumps down her spine, and accompanied it with a trace of saliva. My tongue caressed her skin almost reverently, until coming to her lower back. Once again I got down on my knees, when it was time to take on her magnificent ass. Sticking up huge and invitingly, it consisted of pure shape, roundness and lust. I continued licking her, entering her crack from above. 

I took my time approaching the centre and I relished every single moment of the convergence. A slight sweat film guided my tongue into the abyss. The skin became harder and more bulging, and then I finally hit gold: I had reached her asshole. Even that was perfect in shape and consistence! My tongue circled it lovingly and I inundated her back door entrance with all the liquid I could produce; I knew we would need it in just a moment. Thus preparing her second love hole, I grabbed a good piece of her pussy with my hands from behind and massaged her. More of that wonderful and potent smell came about and put me into the first stage of my ecstasy. 

It was time to get serious for me and Maya. I got up and put my cock into her waiting hands; it was the first time she touched it and she directly wanked it strongly for a couple of times. Her moaning showed that she liked what she held in hands. And she knew what she wanted: determinedly, she moved to position my hard-on right behind her ass. 

I looked down on her and was ready like never before: my cock was rock-hard; her breathtaking, olive ass stuck out waiting for me; her legs were spread wide apart to ease the access. I positioned the head of my cock right at her pussy entrance, where a wet flow welcomed the touch. My arms reached underneath her body and took hold of her spectacular tits. And then, very slowly, I pushed into her. 

My white cock entering her dark olive pussy, spreading her lips and disappearing into her body were an unforgettable sight. It took like forever until my hard-on was buried totally inside her. Glistening with her juice when I pulled it out, my cock throbbed slightly and then launched itself back into Maya's warm cervix. 

It was simply heaven to stand behind her and working her pussy. And the best was still to come. 

My thumb probed the state of her ass crack and found it still perfectly lubricated. Thinking what I was about to fulfil almost brought me to come; I had to pull out, leaving her pussy empty and arching. Her asshole was fully grown and mature; and I saw that it was perfectly made to accommodate me deep inside. 

I kneaded her ass in preparation for the final onslaught of passion and lust; it was so full and thick, strong and shapely, female and wild. She bowed down her hips and lowered her head obediently. Just this gesture in itself was so incredibly strong and showed that she was completely committed to taking me on. I spread her ass cheeks and exposed her hole to the night air. It was time. 

I put the head of my cock into position, leaning on her entrance. Wet from her juice and my saliva, I could have entered right there – but I wanted her to take an active part. My right hand reached around her hip and found her patch of hair. Moving down, I grabbed a fistful of the meat slabs of her pussy and pulled it. She reacted instantly with moaning and a twitch of her body. And then I took her clit between three of my fingers and pressed it firmly. The following intensive massaging of her most female part had the desired effect almost immediately: Maya started to move her hips, her belly and then her ass, trying desperately to find an answer to her growing lechery. 

When she realized my cock knocking at her back door, she pushed back. Her whole ass was in motion and tried to satisfy the unleashed horniness that had built up intensively inside her. She needed to be penetrated and she did her fair share to achieve that. 

With one strong push backwards, the head of my hard-on popped into her asshole. Maya's muscles tensed for a moment, but then relaxed visibly. She went back to her rhythm from before, fuelled by my continuous massaging of her clit. Now she wanted me to push forward, to come deeper into her, to penetrate her ass. I just stood there and watched how she – centimetre by centimetre – sucked my cock into her tight hole. Her muscles spread around the unusual object being inserted. But she was so horny that she did everything to feel me inside her. 

The feeling of having my white cock stick all the way up in her olive ass was absolutely overwhelming. It was time for a serious decision: either I would wait until I went crazy – or I would take over the active role in this and fuck her ass. I decided on the second option and went to work. 

It was incredibly tight insider her, so I cautiously pulled back before pushing back in. My pumping gradually became more agitated, when I saw that she had accommodated me in her ass and began to take great pleasure in this unusual form of penetration. And that was when I could really give it all I had. I grabbed her ass on both sides and thrust forward; I still had difficulties believing what I saw with my own eyes and felt on every pore of my cock and of my entire body; it was just too fantastic. 

Our fucking had taken on an animalistic touch: I tried to stuff my whole member into her tight hole and she stuck her ass up as high in the air as possible. Our ecstasy was almost complete. When in the heat of the moment, I slipped out for an instant, I felt like falling into that gaping, black hole that I stared into. A shiver ran all through my body: this was Maya's asshole, widened by my cock and almost pleading for me to fill her up. 

We could both feel the final moments of our fucking approach. The immense energy in my balls that had built up all over that evening and even in the weeks before, bubbled up to pour forth into Maya's ass. Her trembling and twitching showed an equal amount of lust welling up in her, when I felt the muscles of her ass contract rhythmically around my cock. This triggered the onset of my own orgasm, and I accompanied the first spasms by the last, hard thrusts up her asshole. 

We moaned in synchrony as my cock and her ass finally exploded. My cum squeezed its way up my shaft to spurt out into the unfamiliar surrounding of Maya's ass. The wild pulsating stretched her hole even more in a final climax. I stuck all the way up in her, grabbing her ass forcefully and letting her spasms slowly subside around my pole. 

Reaching the end of my physical and mental strength, there was no way I could prevent my cock from slowly gliding out of her asshole. Once again, I went down on my knees and leaned my face against one of her ass cheeks, trying to catch my breath. One of her hands came around and held my head against her body – it was a gesture of perfect understanding, after sharing one of the most incredible sexual experiences we both had lived.