Sidz had been working for me for around 4 months now and we had played orally (a lot) together, but we were waiting for the right opportunity when we could be completely undisturbed to finally have actual cock-in-cunt, honest to goodness, (un)wholesome sex. I think we had come to the unspoken understanding that we wanted to do it in a bed the first time and knew that for that to happen, we would need to go away somewhere together. Meanwhile, until that happy day came, she continued to get her kicks by sometimes teasingly pretending to be a coquettish virgin with whom i was trying to have my wicked way and run giggling from me; usually straight on to the rigid cock of one of her many willing fuck buddies. Poor virgin, indeed!
For months we had been teasing each other mercilessly and… wait, that’s not strictly true. It was actually a hell of a lot more one-sided than that. Remember, dear reader, that I was on a five knuckle shuffle diet at home with a totally non-sexual wife, while my slutty office manager (later to become wife number two) was merrily opening her legs for any number of young studs and was adding to her body count every day, especially now that she had the unassailable excuse of having to stay late in the office due to “unavoidable work commitments”. It was an excuse she used at every opportunity, and her poor parents must have thought she had the employer from hell, making her really earn her pay by making her stay late almost every night. I mean, they weren’t totally wrong: she really was earning her pay and I had given her some very good performance evaluations as a result of some of the hard, pounding work I had seen her engaged in on my office sofa.
Our office was in a pretty posh building above an upmarket three-level shopping mall with offices from the 4th to 9th floors. We were on the fourth floor, and she had taken to visiting other offices on our level, as any good neighbour would (well that’s how she put it, at least). I found out fairly quickly, of course, that this insatiable little slut was actually taking inventory of the fourth floor's fuckable studs, and routinely luring them to my office – now more like her personal little fuck boudoir – after hours. Indeed she would sometimes tell me after the fact that she had used her set of keys to come in on weekends if she couldn’t find any other place for her seemingly constant trysts. No more frantic and dangerous fucks in the backs of cars for Slutty Sidz, not when she had her own cozy little fuckpad for more comfortable frolics.
My reward during our (exclusively) oral sessions was to hear from her sweet fuckable mouth what a slut she had been on my office sofa: the very one on which she was lying spreadeagled, greedily pulling my head into her very well used cunt. She would delight me with how she was getting her cunt and mouth used by the cocks of at least one senior executive on our floor – who she insisted might be a good source of business – and several others whose skills in accounting or HR were probably nowhere near, she said, as impressive as their skills in the carnal arts. And this was just guys on the fourth floor! I could only imagine – very vividly, actually – what would happen when she started to venture further afield.
But my ever-ready, and not to mention, totally tantalised todger had yet to experience the joy of being buried in her smooth, shaved hole. (For a full and detailed description of Sidz' gorgeously fuckable pussy, I recommend that readers look again at part 3 of these stories and thank me later).
Her efforts to tantalise me into a state of utter sexual anguish were sometimes unnecessarily cruel, I felt. She would, for example, tease me by squatting over me and just letting the tip of my erect cock touch her pussy lips before slowly lifting up her ample round buttocks and moving away, as far out of reach as it had ever been. Every time she put those cunt lips close to my cock it would twitch like a water diviner's rod and i would believe every single time she did it that this was finally it: I’m about to enter her hairless haven!
But no! Foiled again.
Needless to say, I was losing my mind, imagining how it would feel when my cock finally broke through the soft walls of her labia and buried itself hilt deep in her juicy, seemingly always willing, dripping wet hole.
Around this time, I had been invited to meet with a very important business associate in another city. He had visited us in Lahore a couple of times and it was only right that I also make the effort and visit him on his home ground. Sidz booked my flights and hotel for me, but try as I might to get her to go with me, she was stuck because her parents would not allow her to go out of the city accompanied by a married man who they hardly knew, even if he was her boss. To make matters worse, her mother, who I had met once, had told Sidz that I had the sex-starved look of someone who she wouldn’t trust alone with her own dead grandmother, let alone her sweet innocent daughter! I mean, the very idea!
I had even offered to speak to her parents myself and assure them of their daughter’s inviolable virtue while under my care and protection – yes, dear reader, I would have said anything for a chance to get my cock in their sweet daughter's lovely wet hole (don't judge me!) – but she said she knew that, if anything, it would make things worse and I should not get mixed up in cultural norms of which i had very little understanding – especially considering how her mother already felt about me (I’ll forego the mock indignation here, because let’s face it, she was spot on with her assessment of me).
It was a double disappointment: The chance of finally having a bed in which to actually fuck each other blind for a few days was lost; and as if to pour salt on my wounds, it meant three days plus the weekend of not being able to taste that delicious cunt riding my face.
I’d asked her to make the bookings, and to include the weekend, because the alternative was to come home to a wife who would keep her legs firmly closed to visitors, and I consoled myself with the idea that at least I could have long wanks imagining Sidz’ cunt being well-used in my office by her harem of willing young studs. Better than nothing, I suppose! I do remember contemplating, though, why i hadn't had cameras installed in the office - I suppose i just wasn't enough of a deviant. (Alright, I was actually more than enough of a deviant to do exactly that: it had just never occurred to me until that moment, and I resolved to remedy this oversight the minute I returned from my trip. I said, stop judging me!).
Wednesday morning. I arrived at the airport early and checked in for the short flight. I eventually boarded and saw that Sidz had got me a window seat in the small-ish plane while the aisle seat was, as yet, empty. I hoped I would have both seats to myself as I was in no mood for small talk with a fellow passenger, but knew that the flight was fully booked so instead hoped, as so many travellers do, that I would be seated next to a sexy lady with whom I might while away the flight.
Now this next part sounds like it’s straight out of a Mills & Boons novel, but the fact is that it’s exactly what happened, and I debated, long and hard, whether to write this whole section: my fear being that I risk losing your trust about the authenticity of these reminiscences, because, honestly, shit like this only happens in the movies or the above-mentioned romance novels. And when I say I debated long and hard about whether to include this, I do mean that in the literal sense, because I was busily fucking Sidz yesterday, and discussing some our escapades mid-coitus, (something that she asks me to do a lot ever since I’ve started writing these memoirs and has been chatting, as a result, with some of you wonderfully horny fuckers!) and this part of the story came up (Oo-er Missus!). After filling her up, so to speak, and lying back in the sweet afterglow of yet another wonderful sexual encounter (now sanctioned by Mosque and State) she brought up the subject of my dilemma again and said I should just go for it. She felt readers might still enjoy it, regardless of whether they believed it to be true or not.
So, on this, as on so many other occasions, I will happily defer to her far more attuned sense of what people find sexy.
With that, back to the story.
I had dutifully fastened my seatbelt and buried my head in the free newspaper I had been given by the cabin staff, when I felt, rather than saw, that somebody had sat next to me. And joy of joys, from the smell of the perfume that wafted across to my nostrils, it was definitely a person of the female persuasion. Well, alright then, I thought, as I silently thanked the Gods that it wasn’t some fat old businessman who would want to loudly proclaim his virility by talking about his latest business conquest. I like to think of myself as a bit of an old pro at this, so put the first part of my seduction into motion by acting as if I was completely unaware of her presence and remaining nonchalant about the proximity of her feminine knee to mine. I'm proud to report that I didn't even take my head out of the newspaper. It was a two hour flight so plenty of time for this part-time Lothario to show his suave seductive skills to this poor unsuspecting, hopefully sexy, fair maiden. (Reader, I was horny!) Truth be told, at this stage I wasn’t really bothered about how attractive my fellow traveller was. Just the idea that we might hit it off was enough for me to create all manner of randy scenarios in my mind.
The plane had not even taken off and my mind had not yet completed imagining what might happen between my fellow traveller and I when, suddenly, I felt movement next to me, and then a pair of lips gently brushing my ear, perfumed breath softly caressing the side of my face, her mouth whispering seductively the words that turned me into a quivering wreck:
“I have a car waiting at the airport when we arrive. Take me straight to your hotel and fuck this dirty little slut until she begs you for mercy…. Boss.”
Yes, you guessed it: none other than Slutty Sidz was my seat mate on this journey.
I’m not embarrassed to admit that this was the second time (certainly not the last) that Sidz had made me squeal! The first time, you’ll recall from part 2 of this series, was when she unexpectedly sucked me off for the first time while I was on the phone to my wife. Now, here she was, as large as life, with a huge mischievous grin on her face, looking at me with those fuck-me-eyes, and her suck-me-lips, challenging me to beat this for a surprise.
The next two hours were an agony of lustful longing.
Picture the scene, if you will: Us whispering about joining the Mile-High Club - quickly dismissed as being far too dangerous in Pakistan, and equally importantly, the hotel bed for which we had waited so long to enjoy, beckoned.
Her discreetly massaging my cock through my trousers, hidden from view by the newspaper laying open on my lap, before suddenly stopping: hotel bed!
I, at one stage, moving the newspaper so it covered both of our laps and feeling the wetness between her legs through the thin material of her clothes. She squirming on my fingers with pleasure as I started to finger her, then both of us suddenly pulling away – HOTEL BED!!!
When the aeroplane landed, we made an unseemly rush for the doors and were the first ones out as soon as they opened. Walking quickly to the luggage carousel, we squirmed for what seemed an eternity before first hers, then my bag appeared. Trying not to look like fugitives, we hurried out of the airport, immediately saw the sign with my name being held by our chauffeur and ran ahead of him to the car park, squirming with sexual anticipation as he fumbled for his car keys, put our bags in the boot and slowly drove off, me in the front seat, her in the back so as not to be tempted to give the driver an unexpected floor show followed by a stay in the local Chokey.
The hotel was mercifully close to the airport and check-in just as mercifully quick. Two rooms for the sake of propriety (smart girl) on different floors – hers on a floor reserved for ladies only, meaning she would have to come to my room because trying to enter hers would mean risking having my cock chopped off (not really, but you know what I mean). No words were needed between us. We both knew our first actual fuck would be happening in my room and not hers.
And then ten minutes after I entered my room, a soft knock, and there she stood. She had changed into a white traditional figure-hugging Shalwar Kameez, white stilettos, a thin diaphanous scarf (also white) loosely draped across her shoulder and a smile that said, “get ready to see why the boys back home keep coming back for more.”
She walked in, towering over me in her heels and kissed me, one of her patented long wet kisses with lots of tongue, lots of saliva, and accompanied by the suggestive moans emanating from her as she started to grind on my crotch and pressed those beautiful pert tits against my chest. There was no doubt about who was in charge here and I let myself be led willingly to the bed where she, still fully clothed, lay me down and began unbuttoning my shirt, kissing, licking and nibbling on my chest and stomach, working her way down until she started undoing my belt and pulling off my trousers and then.....
Nothing.
Zip! Nada! Zilch!
What the actual fuck! Why God, why? Why now? At the very moment when we were about to consummate our elicit and, oh so horny, dalliance? Why, when she was standing poised, every pore of her body oozing sex, why would you do this to me now? I was terrified she was about to launch into every girl's stock pitying line: "It's not a big deal, it happens to everyone" because i knew that would be the ultimate humiliation. She had so many young studs fucking her and I bet they never had this problem, the virile bastards! On the other hand here was this 40 something year old man whose best knobsman days were clearly behind him; what must she be thinking. Oh this was too much. My big head was telling me it was just a temporary glitch brought on by the heightened anticipation of finally being able to get my dick inside Sidz; that I just had to calm down and let nature take its course. My little head, on the other hand, was clearly becoming hysterical. I remember contemplating becoming a monk: a not ridiculous notion, considering I could no longer get it up despite having the sexiest woman i had ever seen in front of me, raring to ride my cock like my very own Pakistani Calamity Jane. I wanted to weep, but knew I needed to salvage what little of my dignity was left and started to pull up my trousers as I framed whatever lame (not unlike my comatose privy member) excuse I could stammer out.
And that was when Sidz went from being just a casual, but awesome potential fuck, to the actual woman of my dreams. Not for her the path of the coward who runs away at the first sign of a setback. No rehearsed condescensions pouring from her lips to spare my blushes. No, that was just not her style and to have believed differently would have been to underestimate the innate and instinctive sexual prowess of this, the most amazing woman I have ever had the privilege of debauching.
Sidz just looked at me, grabbed my hands as I tried to pull up my trousers along with my remaining dignity from around my ankles and simply asked: "What do you think you're doing? I haven't even got started yet."
And with that i was again putty (quite literally, at this point) in her hands. She sat me down on the bed, and thus began the best time I have ever known with any woman other than her, before or since.
She began by kissing me again while gently stroking my chest. She then pushed me back on the bed and stood up before me. Then, in one fluid and deeply erotic motion, she pulled her long white shirt over her head and revealed her beautiful pert breasts peeking out of a white lace bra that she had clearly bought for our "first" time together. She then wriggled out of her loose white pants and all I remember seeing was her freshly waxed and naked pussy, no panties, and white silk stockings held up by suspenders that I wanted to rip off with my teeth. She then picked up her scarf, casually letting it touch her pussy and breasts, before she fastened it over her mouth as a makeshift Islamic veil. It was of such thin material that i could see clearly the lustful expressions on her face and even her tongue slowly licking her lips at the prospect of what was to come. The white stiletto heels she wore remained firmly on her beautiful sleek feet, completing the erotic and contradictory imagery she had created of the virginal Muslim whore.
She turned and presented her beautiful arse to me and bent forward, wriggling just in front of my naked cock and balls, her cunt lips visible below those perfect buttocks. The contrast between her lightly tanned brown skin and the white lingerie that so gracefully clung to her body, suddenly left me in no doubt that she really did see this as me taking her virginity and I was awestruck at how she had waited for me and had done everything to make this moment memorable for us both. I was not just one of her numerous fuck-boys, this actually meant something to her
And then, there it was. That familiar twitch in my groin area. The old fella was alive. No ignominious retreat into the bowels of a monastery for me. Sidz' wanton display - moving seductively like a modern day Mata Hari, gently stroking me in all the right places, licking my, by now familiar to her, erogenous zones, biting and pinching my nipples, lightly scratching my thighs - had wrought the miracle of bringing the dead back to life. Now I really could have wept. This time with joy.
She now stood facing me and with a practiced ease, took off her bra, fully exposing her breasts with their satisfyingly large brown nipples, slowly becoming erect under my lustful gaze. Next, she straddled me, her pussy hovering just inches above my ever hardening manhood, and began kissing me while reaching back to caress my balls, slowly moving her hand upwards to the tip of my cock, and rubbing my oozing pre-cum onto her fingers, showing me how they glistened, before licking them with such practiced gusto that I could only stare mesmerised at how instinctively she knew what would make me her willing slave. She now moved her pussy lips up away from my throbbing cock a little and it occurred to me that this was the moment when the dream ended, expecting her to tease me as she had in the office so often, leaving me pining for the sweet embrace of her pussy around my shaft. Instead, she looked at me and simply said, "ready, boss? and before i could reply, she impaled herself on me and screamed with pleasure. That moment, as my cock found its way into her satisfyingly wet cunt, was a moment I knew would remain etched forever in my mind - erotic and unforgettable: I recognised even then, that this was a life-changing event for me.
She had always teased me about her being an innocent Muslim virgin who I was corrupting(!), but it turned out that the real virgin had been me all along. I felt as though this was the first time I had really had sex and it was an intoxicating and heady sensation. A far cry from my first fumbling fucks in the toilets of the local park, with a girlfriend whose face or name I no longer remember.
She rode me expertly, stretching back luxuriantly, as she filled herself with my now achingly hard cock, moaning gently, her wet cunt dripping its juices on to my balls and thighs. She moaned louder and faster as I cupped her breasts, thrusting up into her again and again while she rode my shaft with such wild abandon that I knew I couldn't hold out for much longer. And then her face changed. She looked down at me with a look that was almost tender and mouthed the words "oh thank you God, thank you" and gasped with such an intensity as she gripped my cock with her throbbing pussy and came in a loud and explosive orgasm, screaming the cliched, but never unwelcome words, "yes, yes, oh god, yes" as I, too, abandoned myself to the pleasure of the moment and released jets of cum deep inside her beautiful brown pussy.
She fell forward on top of me, both of us breathing hard into each other's mouths, only the sweat on our naked bodies between us. I felt my cum dribble out of her pussy and onto my balls and my thighs as she sat splayed on top of me, making no move to end our first post-fuck embrace.
We had finally done it. The Rubicon had been crossed and there was no going back for either of us. We kissed and finally got up slowly, showered together, soaping each other, almost in a daze, and went back into the room and fucked again. This time, slower and without any of the earlier drama that had almost led me to consider lifelong celibacy. After lying together and talking about the inane things lovers do after sex of such intensity, we finally got dressed and ordered room service.
Then, as we finished our meal, she suddenly stood up and said "Let's go, Boss. I've never fucked anyone from this city, so tonight, we're going hunting."
To Be Continued.....
Well, we hope you enjoyed that and if you did, please leave comments below and your contact details by messaging us if you want to talk to Sidz personally and hear her version of events. Also, there's a lot more to share from this work trip, including several more eye-watering firsts for Sidz such as our first MMF threesome, a hot wife role play, and her very first time having her arsehole fucked (hint, I was her second, so stay tuned to find out who had that wonderful privilege). Oh and she reminded that it was also her first experience with a BBC, but I think that was on a later trip. What the hell, the lady insists, so I'll do as she says. Always! So, if you do want to hear more about her sexcapades then do keep reading.
A final word from Sidz who sends hot wet kisses to all of you enjoying reading about her naughty experiences.
Sidz: I want to remind you that if you want to talk to me before I come in December, message your number (sorry can't access telegram or other similar apps where we are) and if I like your profile, I'll definitely be in touch personally (very personally, as many of you have already found out). I'll leave you with the words of an amazing guy I met on here who said when I mentioned how much AJ loves me that: "Giving freedom brings a stronger bond and a sense of responsibility to protect that bond and freedoms. Separating sexual pleasure and connection is what matters. Ultimately, it’s about who you go home with, who you want to fuck after all those other men use you
byeeeee
Love Sidz and AJ xx
