HORNY ARABIAN NIGHTS

 I'm a 27-year-old Indian (from India) lady. The situation I'm going to describe occurred two years ago. My name is Susmita Das, but my friends and family refer to me as Susi. I was raised in the city of Kolkata and I was (and still am) attractive. (I've posed for a few commercials and anchored a few TV programmes, but nothing major.)

I grew raised in a very conservative environment, however I was exposed to sex ideas but had no actual experience until my marriage. Sex was not forbidden, but sex before marriage was unfathomable. I had a crush on a Christian lad named Stephen who lived in the same building as us. He used to drop me off for college on occasion, and I loved it when my medium-sized breasts sometimes brushed his back. I wouldn't have minded if he had attempted to get more intimate while we were alone in my home, but that never occurred.

When I was 22, I married Suraj, a computer vizkid two years my senior. My parents planned everything with my permission. I wasn't madly in love with him, but I liked him and accepted him as my spouse.

We had relatively normal sex the whole time. I used to think of it as an usual chore that I loved doing since I hadn't known anything other. It was basically a ten-minute event that put Suraj to sleep and left me very excited. But I didn't know any better, so I had no idea what I was missing. I had viewed some porn at a friend's house, but I assumed it was all staged and played out.

Suraj had to go for an assignment in Abu DHABI a year after his marriage. This trip, I accompanied him. He was working for a firm owned by a Sheik from the United Arab Emirates. Suraj was now ranked fourth on the power pyramid. The top guy was growing too old for his position, and there was an unspoken war going on between the next two for the top spot. When Suraj was summoned to Abu DHABI, it was likely that he would be questioned for his thoughts on the two, which would have an impact on his appointment. Before we went for Abu DHABI, the duelling generals each organised a party. It was clear what they expected him to accomplish. It was not going to be an easy task.

In Abu DHABI, we had a nice flat with staff. Suraj was tasked with resolving issues for their Europeon clientele and was kept busy at all times. I had the best time ever sightseeing and shopping in Abu DHABI.

Suraj brought me to a terrific party at the Big Beach Hotel one night. It was sponsored by his firm, and the guests included a number of Sheikhs and other high-ranking officials. They were all filthy affluent individuals. I met a number of Arabian Sheikhs and businesspeople from all over the globe. Some were kind and told me I looked lovely, and some even kissed my hand. I felt a little uneasy about strangers kissing my hand. But I knew I couldn't insult the visitors if I seemed to be intellectual. It wasn't their fault that I was raised in India, unfamiliar with all of these conventions.

Then there came this Europeon, dressed in a really nice suit and sporting a powerful figure. He pulled me into his arms as soon as we were introduced and I gave a 'Namaste' with my palms clasped together. The abruptness of his conduct stunned and numbed me. This was the first time an adult guy other than my spouse had held me in his arms. This was the first time my breasts were squashed against the chest of another guy. And this in front of hundreds of people. When I glanced at my husband, I watched his face become bright red with wrath. I was well aware that he was a possessive spouse. The Europeon said loudly; "She is so relieved to be able to hang on. Suraj is a fortunate guy ".. And then he kissed me on the lips. I wanted the floor would break and I would vanish. I was furious at the whole universe. It felt like I was being violated. At the same moment, I felt a peculiar sensation in my stomach. My vaginal walls were becoming moist. I was becoming aroused, and I despised it. I want to be alone at home in my bed, so that I could mourn and weep. I felt his lips part and forced my own to do the same. One hand was on my hips, the thumb perilously near to the pubic mount. I protested and attempted to get away from him, but he was unwilling to let me go.

When this person finally let me go, I glanced around, attempting to grin. Some individuals were laughing, as if they had watched a hilarious episode. But I saw that no one seemed to care. Suraj, too, was attempting to appear casual. The Europeon, on the other hand, was kissing another woman on the lips and sucking at each other. This woman was introduced to me a short while ago as the wife of the Marketing Chief. I felt much better about myself, but what troubled me the most was that the rain had changed into a drizzle down there.

Then a tall Arab dressed in white and wearing the hat approached me. He resembled "Amitab Bachan," the former Indian matinée star. I recognised this Arab from the image Suraj had brought home, and I knew he was the Big Boss.

"Are you Suraj's wife?" he questioned flatly.

I replied with a trembling 'yes.'

"It's nice to meet you. You're more beautiful than he said."

"I appreciate it." I was flushed.

"How is your living situation? Is everything okay?"

"I have everything I need, and it's a fantastic suite. Thank you very much." I really meant it.

"Welcome. Anyway, if there is anything more you need here, please let me know. And have a pleasant visit." He took a few paces and then came to a halt. "Sorry to hear about Anthony. But he had no malicious intent. He's just trying to be amusing." And then he went away.

I searched for Anthony, the Europeon. He wasn't to be found. So was the Chief Marketing Officer's wife.

Following supper, a group of Samba dancers performed. Soon, a large number of people joined them, and what happened next was something I couldn't understand. Guys were exposing and fondling the dancers' breasts. Some were sucking furiously. Then I saw an elderly man removing his shirt. He then removed his trousers as well. He reached into his shorts and took out an almost limb cock. I had the biggest shock of my life. This evening was becoming a little too crazy for me. I considered going after Suraj and quitting the party. But something beyond my control compelled me to sit in my chair and observe the chaos. Beyond the shock and numbness, there was a curiosity in my thoughts that compelled me to observe this orgy.

The elderly man was now sucking the cock of a young dancer. I could see she had no option but to comply. She was completely nude except for her shoes and a torn string from her bikini that draped around her hips. With one hand, the elderly guy was squeezing her breasts and with the other, he was fingering her in her pussy. The sights surrounding them were not much different.

There I was, a traditionally raised Indian girl, seeing a live orgy. I looked among the crowd for Suraj. If he was still in there, I would have committed suicide! But, thankfully, I couldn't locate him anywhere in the room.

Then I saw someone in the throng staring at me. It had to be Anthony. When he caught my gaze, his expression brightened up, and he took swift strides towards me. He was dressed shabbily. As he moved towards me, he had a strong physique and his cock was firm and stood parallel to the ground. I could tell it was moist or pussy from someone's lips. He grabbed my hands and yanked me out of the chair. I fought back, but he was too powerful for me. I was dragged up and had to balance myself to avoid falling. I could feel his cock thrusting me just below my navel as he gripped me fiercely. My legs were being dragged up from the ground, and I felt my saree being dragged up, revealing my calves. I think I yelled very loud, but no one could hear me above the din. He gripped my ass and shoved his cock on my nude belly. One hand moved over my'saree' towards my ass cheeks, splitting them and coming up to my pussy. He began rubbing it over my dress. I had to confess that I was drenched, but I wasn't going to let it happen. But there was nothing I could do about it. He was much too powerful for me. Then he slipped his hands into my panty-clad ass and rolled up my saree from behind. His cock was painting my belly with someone else's come the whole time. My legs began to sag. He slid his fingers between my pantyhose and stroked my nude pussy! It was a thrilling touch. Sparks flew through my skull. His fingers were pushing across my clitter! And I was gushing like a torrent.

I'm an Indian girl, and I shouldn't allow anybody touch me there except my spouse. I kicked him in the crotch as a last-ditch effort at willpower. To be honest, I had no martial arts training, yet my kick forced this man let me go and plop down on the floor, grasping his crotch and wailing in agony. I dashed out of the room and into the reception area. I was bawling the whole time. I despised my spouse, his firm, and the whole world. I want to be reunited with my family in Kolkata.

The receptionist approached me and forced me to sit on a sofa. I was weeping violently as I sat there. After what felt like an eternity, Suraj approached me, and I leapt into his arms. On the drive home, I informed him about what transpired at the party. I even yelled at him for abandoning me with those uncivilised hooligans. I was worried about Suraj's reaction. I didn't want him to lose his work, which provided us with a better lifestyle than our other family members, because of this occurrence.

Surprisingly, he handled it well and praised God for not allowing anything severe to happen. He stated to me that they seldom have these kind of people that travel to Abu DHABI specifically for these types of gatherings. However, they sign enough contracts for his organisation to maintain its number one position in the Middle East.

""Rejoice!" he said, "I've got some fantastic news for you." When we go home, I'll tell you."

When he got home, he informed me about the post-party meeting he had with his major boss and his top staff.

"If everything goes well," he added, "our lives will change forever." "Things are deteriorating in India, and these men have ambitious aspirations for their Indian business. India will soon become the centre for all of South Asia, and the majority of Middle East projects would be completed in India."

"How does this affect us?" I wasn't able to pick up on his zeal.

"Guess who they want to be India's next Prime Minister?

..." With pride in his eyes, he gazed at me.

I should've known better! That implies we'll be living at the nicest address in Kolkata, driving a Mercedes (like his present employer in India does), and enjoying all the luxuries?! I couldn't believe my eyes. It sounded too beautiful to be true. When that devil of a woman (boss's wife) was watching, I would have wanted to get out of a Mercedes.

However, he informed me that it was not yet finished. He needed to demonstrate his worth. He'd be put in charge of a failed project in Africa. If he can keep it together, he will be the best in India! He'd be the youngest person to apply for the job.

"It all sounds fantastic, but I'd have been dead when you were hearing all the good news," I sobbed as everything returned to me. To soothe me, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Everything occurs for a reason," he said, using his favourite adage.

We had sex that night. I'd never been so totally aroused in my life. The events of the evening made an impact on me. I was thinking about Anthony and his touch on my clit as Suraj was slamming his tool in and out of me. For a brief period, I envisioned Anthony fucking on top of me. I could feel a new joy swelling up within me.

It was the beginning of a storm. I could see the thunderclouds piling up on the horizon. There were streaks of lightning in them. It was going to be a thunderstorm I had never previously experienced. A hurricane of joy.

With each movement of Suraj the clouds became thicker and nearer. When it encompassed all my mindscape, Suraj fired out his load and next minute he rolled of me.

I was still dangling head down in the stormy skies. I writhed and twisted to let him know it wasn't over for me. But he had his portion and had no interest.

The clouds were evaporating away swiftly. Thunder and lightning were growing weaker. I felt like cheated. It was like a broken promise. First time in my life I got a peek of joy and it's been ruined.

With a sense of revenge, I began touching myself. That was my first masturbation. Some way I had to bring back the storm. I wanted to immerse in the showers. And it worked.

I pictured Anthony removing my clothes and touching me all over my body. He was massaging my clit. He was massaging my clit with his enormous cock. He was fucking me with his cock. I fingered like wild. The clouds came back with a storm. Then it rained.

It was a little orgasm but trust me that was my first time! I was glad to have found it. Still I thought some thing was wanting. I wanted genuine dude with real muscle. I wanted Suraj could do it to me. May be we should debate it.

I went asleep with a tiny sorrow that I had deceived my spouse in my head. But it was extremely minor.

Next week Suraj had to go for West Africa. Since he had to go about a lot he believed I'd best remain behind. Any way he'd be back in four days.

The day after he departed, I received a call from his workplace. It was 4 in the afternoon. A secretary informed me that large boss wanted to speak to me. The line was switched and deep voice of the big boss was on the phone.

"How's everything?" he questioned.

"Everything's okay"

"Are you free in the evening?"

"Nothing much to do...," I was somewhat perplexed.

"I can arrange for you an appointment with the greatest beautician in Abu DHABI. That is... if you desire," he stated it so very politely.

I pondered hard. I couldn't accept it. I had to consult Suraj.

"Well... umm... thanks for the offer. I'm afraid I do not have Suraj's consent. And I do not believe I can afford the nicest one in Abu DHABI" I answered him with a note of sorrow in my voice.

"Ok, you have Suraj's approval. And you don't have to worry about the cost. It's on the corporation. It's the least we can do for our excellent employee." he informed me reassuringly.

"Still...," I dragged on.

"Ok. I'm not pressuring you against your desire. I simply assumed you might be feeling lonely in the evening. If you don't trust me and want to speak to Suraj do so. Give a call to the reception if you change your mind," he looked to be losing his patience.

My thoughts were rushing rapidly. I couldn't say no to huge boss! What if it harmed Suraj's career?

I decided to take it. After all, it's not every day you get an opportunity like this.

"It's okay. I will leave," I said before he severed the connection. "But how'll I discover the place?"

"Our business vehicle will pick you up at sharp 7," he severed the call.

At seven my doorbell rang. I was dressed up in an expensive 'Churidar', a traditional Indian wear with pyjama trousers and long body hugging shirt. A well-dressed chauffer brought me to a spacious black limo. The automobile and the amenities were far over what I had anticipated.

After around thirty minutes the automobile halted before a high walled ranch style property. Soon the massive gates opened and we're inside.

It was a wealthy man's house, I could see. It was better than the nicest hotels I had visited. The automobile halted in front of a massive glass entryway. The chauffer accompanied me until the main desk. He muttered some thing to the female at the counter in Arabic. She stood up and smiled at me.

"Please come with me," she urged.

She took me through a network of hallways and suddenly we're out side the building. We proceeded across a garden filled with exotic flowers and approached a little wicket gate.

There was a board printed in English and Arabic on the gate. It stated no entrance for guys above 7 years.

Then there were stairs going down into an underground basement type of a place. As the woman opened the door for me I could see flashing lights inside. She asked me to step in.

I was in for a surprise. It was an underground spa. It was big enough to house a soccer field and the spectators. There was a vast pool of vivid blue water in the centre. Light from the lofty ceiling was reflecting from the lake below and produced a variety of patterns in side the hall.

I could see several poolside cots about. The ambiance was very nice and fresh in there. On one side of the pool I could see a spring water from which was pouring into the river. The hall didn't have a precise form yet rather seemed as though carved out of the hill.

There were tonnes of gloomy nooks and crevices around. On the left of me was a bar-like counter but I could see that it had all types of beauty goods in there instead of booze bottles. There were three gals in the counter. I saw all of them were clothed in bikinis. They looked like some Arabian dancers.

One of them came to me and asked my name, then brought me to the counter and had me sit in a high chair. The way she treated me, I felt like a royal. She asked me a lot of questions about the sort of cosmetics I used, oils I use on my hair and skin, any allergy history etc.

She took all my replies on a note pad. Then she determined what everything needed be done for me and gave me a briefing. A lot of it was Latin to me so I kept on shaking my head in affirmation. Then I inquired her name and she informed me she was Alicia.

She brought me to a cot near the pool and had me sit on it. The two other females joined her with two bags full with bottles and cartons they grabbed out of the counters. She asked me whether it was fine for her to remove my top. I was feeling shy but I thought, "What the heck, they are females too. What do I have that others don't have?"

I consented and she removed my shirt over my head. Then I had to drop my trousers too. This time I felt quite shy and told her so. She offered me a towel to cover myself. It was just long enough to cover me from top of my bra and reached just over my knees. Still, it was better than nothing.

They had me lay on my back on the cot. The cot had its head side pulled up so I was in a half-sitting posture. One female began with my hair and the other with my feet. Alicia began spreading some type of lotion on my wrists and shoulders. I felt really affluent and calm. They were specialists at what they were doing and I was enjoying it.

After completing my hands and shoulders Alicia wanted to put cream on my body. She advised me it's preferable to remove the bra if I didn't want it to become ruined. I quickly removed the bra myself. Alicia's skillful hands placed the crème on my upper body. She kneaded my breasts in the process and I was wet down there instantaneously. To my embarassment, my nipples stood stiff and firm. There was no way I could conceal them.

As she finished with my top portion of the body I was terrified she'd ask me to remove my underpants too. I was not sure if I'd do it. Even with the towel I would feel terribly ashamed. But thankfully she didn't bother with the panties and proceeded to put cream on my legs.

The female on my feet had done and moved to my face. She began rubbing my face with some scented oil.

The girl who was combing my hair wrapped it up in a nice bun and then muttered something to Alicia in Arabic.

"Do you want your pubic hair trimmed?" Alicia asked me.

I was not sure I heard her accurately. Seeing my surprise Alicia explained to me that most of her clients clip and cut patterns on their pubic hair. It was the new style all across the globe.

I wanted to test it out. Any way what damage can it do for me? I said yes.

Then I had to remove my panties. The hair stylist proceeded to work on my pubic hair and I tried not to think about my dampness down below. I was not feeling very comfortable laying there with my cunt exposed. Only comfort was that we didn't have glaring lights where we were.

Soon she finished with my hidden hair and they encouraged me to have a look at her job. I couldn't believe it! Where there was a jungle before, I could see a perfectly clipped heart-shaped hair patch on my pussy. I loved what I saw and I thanked her from my heart.

"Suraj's in for a jolt," I reasoned. But I couldn't tell whether he'd ever seen me down there. He wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

Then they washed me down and got ready for the next round. They suddenly muttered something in Arabic to each other. They were staring behind me at something.

When I turned to see what it was, I got the shock of my life. I saw Big Boss descending down the steps at the opposite end of the hall. I leapt to my feet and glanced about for my clothing. It was nowhere to be found. Then I grabbed the towel and attempted to wrap it over myself. I realised the towel wouldn't reach all the way around, so I decided to lie on my back on the cot and cover my front as best I could.

As he approached, the girls moved to the side, and I was unable to turn and look. Then he came to my side, and I could see him. He was tall, about 6'2". He was also athletic. He was only wearing a towel around his hips. He may have been wearing underpants. In his youth, he resembled Sean Connery. He was wearing a big disarming smile on his face. I tried to smile, but I don't think it bloomed. He waved to the girls, and they quickly vanished.

"How's it going?" he inquired.

"Great," I couldn't think of anything to say.

I was extremely uneasy lying there unprotected. My nakedness was barely concealed by the towel. I hoped he'd leave soon.

Instead, he drew a chair beside me and sat.

"They're the best you can get in this part of the world," he boasted, his voice full of pride. "However, I believe they will have an easy day today." Even without their assistance, you are stunning."

I was flushed. Then he told me how I had changed his mind about Indian girls. He stated that he preferred my fuller body to the skinny models all over the world.

He was an excellent conversationalist. I was starting to like his bravado until he told me about the Indian girls he had sex with. He appeared to be a one-man show, banging girls from almost every country. He gave me an expert's opinion on who the best screws were.

He told me all of this as casually as if we were discussing the weather.

Then he asked if they used any special oil on me. I stated that I wasn't certain. He made a snapping motion with his fingers, and Alicia appeared. They talked in Arabic, and she soon brought a small bottle. She then walked away, handing him the bottle.

"Do you mind if I use this on your feet?" he inquired. I was only able to mumble a 'no.'

He then sat on the floor near the cot's foot. The thought of this big boss sitting at my feet, applying oil to it, overwhelmed me. He took my manicured feet and raised them slightly. The towel rose slightly, exposing my cunt to his gaze. I attempted to cover my cunt by squeezing the towel between my legs.

He began sliding his hands up my leg after applying oil to my right feet. His hands were magical, and the oil was very warm. I could feel the moisture in my cunt. He massaged my right leg, reaching all the way to my thighs. He kept mentioning the oil's medicinal properties. The towel kept sliding away from my cunt as he moved my leg up and down. After a while, I stopped caring about it. I had to bite my lower lips because I was so excited. And it was difficult for me to open my eyes.

His hands now reached all the way to the tops of my legs and lingered there, not touching my cunt. For a terrifying split second, I thought he was going to touch me there. But he'd finished with my right leg. He positioned it on the right edge of the cot, allowing my legs to spread a little wider. Just as I was about to close them by moving my left leg, he grabbed it and began applying oil to it. I was certain he had a clear view of my open cunt, but he didn't appear to be looking.

This time, when his hands came close to my cunt, I wanted him to touch it. But he was merely teasing me by avoiding all contact. I unintentionally moved my hips so his hands could touch my inner thigh. I was afraid he'd find out what I'd done.

"Would you like me to use the rest of the bottle on your body?" He inquired so innocently. I said 'no,' but he pretended not to hear me. So I pretended I didn't say anything.

He drew me down on the cot with his strong hands. I slid halfway down, almost touching his crotch. My knees were raised and my legs spread wide as he sat comfortably on his knees between my legs.

He reached up and rubbed the oil on my shoulders. He paused after the shoulders and looked me in the eyes, asking, "Shall I?" I simply nodded. He slid the towel down, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard and protruding.

"They're really beautiful," he said, filling me with pride.

It was the first time I'd heard anyone say it. Except for Suraj, no one had seen my mature body, and he never said anything about it.

He kneaded my firm breasts gently. He grasped the nipples between his fingers and yanked on them.

I could feel the storm clouds gathering. Thunder and lightning could be heard in the distance. Then I felt something hard touch me from beneath. I shuddered as I realised it was his cock. He had a hard on underneath his towel and no underwear! The only thing that stood between his cock and my pussy was his towel. I could still feel its pulsating tip on my mount.

He rolled down my towel even more and began massaging my stomach. One hand on my breast, the other on my stomach. He shifted his weight slightly, and his cock peered out through the parted towel. His cock was now pressing against my slit. But he wasn't putting any pressure on. He continued to work on my body.

I was writhing and moaning. In my mind, a storm was brewing. I was completely immersed in it. In the thunderclouds, I'm flying high. I didn't mind when he pushed my towel to the side. Something more piqued my interest. I reached down and took hold of his cock. For a brief moment, I admired its perfect size and shape. Then I inserted it into my orifice.

I wasn't the orthodox Hindu girl who lived solely for her husband anymore. I was the sex goddess during the coronation. I desired everything. All of the world's pleasures.

"Are you sure?" he asked, as if it made any difference. "YES... YES... YES... DO IT...PLEEEEEEEEassssssEEEEEEE

He snatched my hand and pushed me back up onto the cot. He followed me into the room. He snuck between my legs and rested his cock on my slit. In my hole, there was a monsoon. I encircled him with my legs. He pushed his cock into my eager pussy slowly. I was out of control. My mind was filled with multicoloured fireworks. He slid his hand under my hips and pushed his body so that his cock was completely immersed in my pussy. His cock was neither large nor small. It was perfect for me.

Then he began pumping. He fucked me gently at times to a rhythm, then went wild. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes. I was flying higher and higher as the storm and the fireworks merged. I could feel the pleasure building up inside of me. I clung to him because he was the love of my life.

Then the entire world exploded. I was blown to smithereens and felt like a feather in the wind. As his throbbing cock emptied its last drop of sperm in my vagina, he clutched me tightly.

For a long time, we were locked in a tight embrace. I couldn't open my eyes. However, I was completely satisfied. I was aware that I had committed a sin, but I was unconcerned. Something told me it was just the start.

THE END