Arabian Nights - Part I

I met Reem on New Year's Eve. She was standing on Pyramids Street with another girl and they were both pretty fucking obvious street walkers. My original plan was to pop into a popular pub where you can find African hookers but it was still too early for anything to be happening there so I figured this would be faster and (because these girls on the street were locals) cheaper. I took the ladies back to an apartment I keep just for fucking. First things first...they wanted their money up front. I knew these girls were cheap but when they told me $30 each, I knew they thought I was a novice. So I bargained them down to $20 and put a $20 bonus on the table for which ever one of them could blow my mind. You need to understand...when I ordered McDonald's for these girls, they considered me a big spender (yes, McDs delivers here). But this story isn't about that first night. That first night was timid. Just a simple threesome. You know the typical run of the mill "share my dick blowjob" "fuck one with the other on my face". The real story begins when I started a relationship with Reem. She is a very small girl (pics of her posted cleaning her pussy and ass are on my Xhamster page). Very flat chested and very thin and short. Since New Year's Eve we had gotten together a few times and I put her on kind of a retainer. A couple bucks a month and a few joints and I could pretty much do to her whatever I wanted. I put her on a leash, ass-to-mouth, I used her in the bathroom in a way that, for some outrageous reason, we're not supposed to talk about on this site. She fucking loved it. She had a pussy that would get soaking wet - although I have yet to make her squirt. After a few weeks of this, I asked her if she could put together an overnight party at the apartment for us. What I wanted was three girls plus her. She would be our servant and the other girls had to understand that the word "no" was not to be uttered. They had to be willing to do anything. I didn't care about their age, their weight. The only requirement was they had to have a clit (a lot of women here are circumcised) and they could not say "no." One "no" and the night would be over with no payment. I left her the key to the place and came back that weekend. Reem opened the door and I found she had set up a Arabic style seating with a hookah, tea and coffee set, mezza (finger foods) and a chunk of hash. I brought a bottle of Red Label for the ladies. Imported booze for them was, again, the sign of a big spender. For me, $14 at the duty free. I sat at the only chair in the room and one by one the girls came out of the bedroom and sat on a poof set up at my feet around the table while Reem introduced them. Sabah - an older dark woman obviously from the south near Sudan was about 45. A heavy set woman, I immediately started to wonder what her hangers would look like. Basant - a young girl about 19 years old from the small farms on the outskirts of Cairo was plump with a round face and looked like she still carried some baby fat around. Hala - a 30something woman with amazing almond eyes seemed a bit shy and I figured she'd loosen up when I saw her reach for the whiskey. They were all wearing tight (galabayias) house dresses that accentuated their bodies beautifully. It was obvious Reem had told them I was a foot man because they had all obviously had fresh pedicures that didn't go unnoticed. While Sabah prepared my hookah, Basant took my shoes and socks off and began giving me a foot rub while Hala poured me a scotch. Since discovering single malt, I usually don't drink blended, but I didn't want to be rude, so I accepted. Reem prepared me a plate and was feeding me some snacks until my hookah was lit and ready to go with a little stamp of hash included in the apple flavored tobacco. I smoked a few hits and passed the hose to Sabah who took a hit so hard she made the coals light on fire. Reem was now behind me rubbing my shoulders. As we smoked and joked, the girls gave out little giggles and I could tell things were loosing up. Even Hala was becoming more and more relaxed and she started to joke that I was still dressed as she started to unbutton my shirt. But Reem broke in joking telling them they weren't here for a quickie and would have to earn the bottle I had cracked open. She went over to the stereo and put on some music. She removed her head scarf, wrapped it around her waist and started to gyrate to the beat. As Basant and Hala joined her, Sabah set up a fresh stone on the hookah, handed me the hose and continued to rub my feet where Basant left off.