Authoritarian, oral, anal, WS, F/FFF
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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Nora from Cairo
By
Jan
My name is Nora and I am a 54-year-old widowed Egyptian woman. Fortunately I didn't have any children, which gave me plenty of free time in my husband's absence. I amused myself masturbating with fantasies of having sex with other women.
I have to admit that my husband was an inadequate lover. After finished fucking me I was left covered in his smelly sweat and totally frustrated. After he went to sleep I would have to masturbate digitally to get off.
I consider myself to be an attractive Muslim woman. I'm a tall woman at five-foot eight. I have long brown hair that I sometimes tint with henna that hangs straight down my back to my round butt, hazel eyes and I'm very proud of my 44-DD breasts. My tits are capped by big brown areolas and nipples a big as large grapes. I'm even able to lift my tits up and suck on my own nipples as long as I want. I wish I had a slimmer waist, but I'm pleased with my big 40-inch ass. I also have always waxed my crotch. Being a Muslim woman I wear a traditional Abaya or long dresses with tight long sleeved tight bodices and a hijab covering all but my face. Sometimes I wear high heels and often go commando underneath. The climate of Cairo is no conducive to layering clothes too much. On occasions when I do wear underwear I'm embarrassed because even I can smell my feminine odor.
I had been born and raised in Alexandra. I was 19 when I got married, and my husband moved us to Cairo before he passes away. I don't see my family anymore and have even less to do with his family.
When my husband had a stroke I was 41-years- old, he left me enough money invested to allow me to maintain my lifestyle for the rest of my life. I have no desire to get involved with another man, so I don't date men. I firmly believe that only a woman knows for to satisfy another woman.
In the Muslim world men are allowed to have four wives. The wives sometimes learn to satisfy their sexual needs with each other when their husband is ignore them, even though Islam makes lesbian sex punishable by death, so the wives have to be very careful about their activity. As repressive as the moral code is in the Muslim world, there is an underworld that is very liberal. There are communities where men dress up like women and even make very attractive looking women, and there places you can frequent where women dress up like men. Some still dress in traditional costumes but most have adopted clothes worn in the western world. They dress in styles from England, France, Italy and the US.
I bought an apartment in one of these new places condominiums they have been building here in Cairo, a building that looks like a villa with a garden around it. It is a two story building, and I have a living room, kitchen, and a big bathroom on the grown floor, and a hall leading to a laundry room, on the second floor there are two bedrooms, a master bedroom with a personal bathroom. There is a garage in back and I have a car.
I didn't feel comfortable discussing my sexual desires with my neighbor women friends or long time women friends for the most part, but I have few friends that I have had a longtime relationship with. The first is a married woman with three children, named Salwa, 45-years-old. The second is also married, and 39-year-old, with a couple of children, named Sara. The third one is not married, no children, named Asmaa, 25-years-old. My married friends and I sometimes get together for tea.
We use our gatherings as an opportunity to indulge in removing body hair with hot wax and have oral sex with each other. The two of them don't know about Asmaa. She is my special friend. I get to indulge in my mother daughter fantasies with her.
All three of them tease me about being a cow, because of the size of my big udders.
I heard about places where women could indulge in their sexual fantasies in relative safety. One such place is a sports club. Women go there to play tennis, swim, play basketball and even lift weights. The shower room is the perfect place to evaluate the possibilities of dating one of the women frequenting the shower. I have learned how to spot other lesbians, by their body language and facial expressions.
The mall is another place to hook up with women. The lingerie and dress shops are easy places to pick up women. Even if the fellow shoppers don't appeal to you the female clerks are all too willing to help you try on undies.
I made a pilgrimage to one of the nightclubs one night. When I entered the club I was struck by the smell of sweet perfume and the acrid odor of the smoke of hash burning. The room was filled with women gathered at tables or booths, dressed like Bedouins smoking from hookahs. There was a belly dancer with plenty of flesh exposed and bright coin like jewelry hanging from her neck and waist. As she danced the coins clinked rhythmically to her body movements. She actually place a coin in the folds of her lower belly and by rippling her belly actually walk the coin end over end up her body to her ribcage and back down to her lower belly. As impressive as that was I was looking for a young woman to have sex with.
I eventually saw a young woman that didn't seem to be with anyone. She was dressed in western clothes and looked like a college girl. I moved through the crowed room and asked her if I could join her. She made a grand gesture with her hand as she invited me to join her in her booth. Our heads were inches apart as we talked. We exchanged names and discussed a lot of political bullshit before we got around to talking about sex.
She asked me if I would like to see her apparent, and I accepted, probably a little too quickly. We made our way to the entrance and down some narrow streets to her apartment building and went up the stairs to the third floor. As she took off her dress she asked me if I was planning on having sex with her without removing my clothes. I quickly removed my hijab and pulled my Abaya robe off. Of course I was commando underneath. She was pleased to see that I was waxed. My brown labia minor hung in folds below my labia major.
That night I got the thrill of tasting of a woman that was a stranger to me. I enjoyed sucking on her tits and sucking on her pussy until she actually squirted cum into my mouth. She was equally good at sucking tits and pussies. The sex lasted into the early morning hours. We agreed to meet again soon, and exchanged cellphone numbers. She was thrilled by my desires and we agreed to meet the next evening to fulfill my first fantasy.
I arrived wearing my typical clothes. I had even brought my prayer rug. She commanded me to place my rug on the floor facing Mecca. I assumed the prayerful position on the floor at her demand. I was on my knees head and arms prostrate. My ass was in the air. My hostess was naked and had strap-on that was an impressive looking black rubber dildo.
She approached me from behind and lifted my Abaya and folded it over my back. My big round light brown ass was fully exposed. She placed her hands on my ass and spread my cheeks. She inserted the dildo in my pussy and fucked me a few strokes to get the dildo wet before she pulled it out and stuffed it in my asshole. She clung to my hips while she fucked my ass. She pounded my ass hard and was saying dirty things like, "How do you like having my big cock in your big ass BITCH? She was making a constant string of filthy words about what a dirty bitch I was and how tight my ass was."
It was exciting being the submissive to the sexy young lady. Being used by her while assuming my prayerful position, was a true turn on. The smell of sweaty sex was just as exciting. After I had and orgasm I turned around and took her dildo into my mouth and licked and sucked her dildo clean. When she unbuckled the straps and removed her dildo I set about sucking her pussy until she grabbed my head by my hijab and smashed my face against her cunt, and told me that I had done a great job eating her pussy.
It was a simple matter of me standing up and my body was completely covered again. All I had to do was roll up my prayer rug and I was ready to leave her apartment with a simple kiss on the lips. I was surprised to find that I enjoyed rough sex so much.
I also have a cruel streak and I sometimes have a strong desire to dominate other women. I bought an underground newspaper to read the ads where women were looking for strong women to control them. The problem is you can never be sure if the ads are true. They could be ads placed by the religious right wing males looking for lesbian women so they can punish them. From time to time you hear about women being found bloodied, sexually mutilate and branded on the face as a lesbian.
It took me a while before I worked up the nerve to respond to such an ad. I exchanged e-mails with the person until we shyped each other. We discussed a way we could meet each other in a safe location. The best thing about wearing traditional Abaya and hijabs is that you can conceal you face and melt into a crowd quickly. I arrived at our designated location and watched for a while to see if the young woman showed signs of communicating with men in the area. I waited until she showed signs of distress and about ready to leave before I approached her.
I recognized her because we had agreed that she would be wearing a specific item of clothing I could recognize. I had told her I would be wearing a business suit with skirt. She was shocked when I placed my hand on her arm and asked her if I could buy her coffee. She asked why I chose to wear the Abaya. I told her I was just making sure you were for real. After I paid for our coffees we walked down the narrow street. I led her to my apartment.
As soon as we were behind closed doors I helped her undress completely. I told her to make herself comfortable while I made tea. By the time I returned with a try with a tea pot, cups and saucers, sugar bowl, a bowl of lemon wedges and a cream pitcher she had already removed her clothes.
When she sat her naked butt on my couch I placed the try on the coffee table in front of her and placed the tea strainer on her cup with dark tea leaves in the basket, and poured hot water from the tea pot over the basket (English style). I used lemon with my tea, but she had her choice. She selected lemon too. I simply pulled my hijabs off and let my hair cascade down my back and allowed my Abaya to slide to the floor around my feet.
My guest was impressed with the sight of my naked body as I joined her on the couch. We sipped our tea while we discussed sex. She wanted to know if it was true that I adore hard sex. I assured her that I adore being used. When we finished out tea I returned the try to the kitchen.
When I returned she had moved the coffee table clear of the couch. I retrieved a sturdy leather belt for a drawer in the end table and handed it to her. Without being told I mounted the table on my hands and knees. As I lowered my head as in prayer my butt was presented to her for her pleasure.
The young woman ran her hands all over my butt. Then she slapped my ass hard. My light brown butt turned red quickly. She spanked my butt until her hand must have hurt, then she picked up the belt and whipped my ass until it felt like my butt was bleeding. My ass was throbbing, and her arm must have felt weary.
She stepped back let her arm dangle for a little while. She wrapped the belt around her hand until there was only about eight inches left, and she whipped my dangling left tit until it was red, then she moved around the table so that she could flick the belt to sting my right tit. When my tit was red she moved behind me and spread the cheeks of my ass, so that she could take a good look at my asshole and pussy from behind. Her hands pressing against my inflamed butt cheeks added to the pain.
After she finished inspecting my asshole and cunt she spit on my asshole before sticking a fingers in my asshole, and jilled me until she had her fist deep in my ass, then she inserted her other fist into my cunt. She fist fucked me while I cried like a baby.
She yelled at me, "You are a whore only good enough to be used like the whore you are! Tell me how much you love having me fist fuck both of your dirty holes at the same time!"
Between sobs I whispered, "I love having you treat me like the whore I am!"
I was. I actually collapsed on the table having one orgasm after another. She rounded the table and made me turn over onto my back. My head was hanging over the end of the table as she straddled my head and sat on my face. She reached back and grabbed two hands full of my course hair and pulled my head up, and demanded, "Stick your tongue out and make good use of it!"
I ate her pussy until she had several orgasms before she released my hair and stepped back to allow me to sit up. We talked a little while had more tea in the kitchen before we dressed and she went.
I thought about Asmaa that evening while masturbating before sleep. I wanted her treat me like her personal pet. When she came for a visit I was wearing a dog collar and leash under my Abaya and hijab. When she saw what I was wearing she led me by the leash to my bedroom. She tied me spread eagle face up to my bed with old nylon pantyhose. When my last leg was secured she stepped back and admired my naked body. She chose to tickle me with a feather tickler until I was driven to tears laughing and begging her to stop. When I was exhausted she straddled my waist and took hold of my large nipples and twisted them so hard that it felt like she was going to twist them off. She turned around and sat on my face, so that she could slap my cunt, and demand that I eat her pussy. When she had her orgasm she squirted cum into my mouth.
Rather than release me she continued to sit on my face until she was ready to pee. She pissed into my mouth, and I swallowed her urine as fast as I could, but before long her piss flowed out of my mouth, soaking my hair and pillow. She left me tied to the bed and got dressed, gave me a kiss, and went home. I was forced to chew on the nylon around my right wrist until my hand was free. I had to free myself.
I was too tired to move, so I lay there on my bed smelling her piss. I fell asleep, but woke up when I felt myself peeing. In the morning after bathing and pampering myself I returned to my bedroom. The room reeked stale urine, so I set about changing my bed. I was thankful that I have a rubberized sheet under the fitted sheet. I washed everything that morning.
One time I even tried hypnoses. That turned out to be dangerous, because when I woke up the woman was gone and I felt like my vagina was burning. When I removed the dildo from my vagina I discovered that it was wrapped with sandpaper and covered with blood. It took me several weeks to recover enough to have sex again.
When I healed enough to think about sex again I called my two married friends, Salwa and Sara. I invited them to my home while their husbands were not home. When they arrived we greeted each other with hugs and kisses before we went upstairs to my bedroom. We took each other's clothes off and sprawled across my large bed. We sucked each other's tits and started off jelling each other. I sucked both of their pussies before I assumed my prayerful position with my butt in the air. With my head resting on my hands I couldn't tell which one of them stuck her fist in my pussy and started fist fucking me. I was crying in pain for a short time, but right when I was getting used to being fist fucked the other one stuck a fist in my asshole. That set me off crying again. When one was pulling back the other one was shoving her fist deep into the other hole. I was pleading, "Fuck me like the cow I am!
At that moment the bedroom door opened, and when I looked up Asmaa was standing there. I'm sure I would have shit if there hadn't been a fist up my ass. I had forgotten that I had given her a key to my place.
"She screamed, "How could you do this to me?"
The two women took it in stride, and just continued fist fucking me. They calmly introduced themselves to Asmaa, and invited her to join them in using me."
When Asmaa calmed down she undressed and approached the bed. She stood in front of me and she gathered up my hair and wrapped it around her waist, pulling my face up into contact with her pussy. She pulled my hair up forcing my face against her cunt. She pulled my hair up from the back of my ass and around my legs and tied it together right in front of my navel. She demanded, "Eat my cunt, you dirty old BITCH!"
The three of them made me eat their pussies and endure painful fisting of my ass and pussy all day. The married couple had to get dressed and return home before their husbands would get home.
Asmaa told me that she had no idea just how deprived I was. She insisted on me drinking her piss right from her cunt. While I knelt in front of her drinking her pee it was dribbling down the front of my naked body. My tits and cleavage and dripped to the floor. I couldn't contain myself and I started peeing on the floor. Asmaa was mad because I was peeing on her legs. She screamed, "You old COW when you're finished lick my feet clean. When she finished peeing I knelt down and licked her shins and feet clean. She insisted, "Lick the floor."
There was no way I was going to be able to lick up the puddle created by both of our contributions. She made me lie in the puddle and roll over and use my hair to clean the floor. I reeked of the stench of piss. I spent the night pleasing her with my mouth and she accented her demands by slapping my big tits around. She didn't allow me to bathe until she got dressed to return home.
I drew a tub full of hot water and lowered my body into the tub to soak for a long time. When I finally made my way to my bed I was the happiest BITCH in the world.
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