Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 15:57:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nora from Cairo (Lesbian/Authoritarian, oral, anal, WS, F/FFF
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.
Copyright 2016 Jan, All rights reserved
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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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