Chapter 1 - Bordello

 

Saied's mouth dropped as he gazed in wonder at the opulence of the room. He stood awe struck in the open doorway, the Nubian girl accompanying him stood just behind him. She was holding the door ajar, smiling, as his gaze took in the room. She was used to the look of awe from her new guests. It was not the first time she had, had to wait for a few moments as the client gazed in wonder.

Time was money and she ushered him inside, after a few moments. His gaze took in the rich, silk drapes that hung from pillars and wall hangings, the four poster bed without a canopy, but draped in silks. All in rich burgundy reds and crimson; gold illuminated and embroidered patterns, gold and red embossed rugs lay scattered casually around the floor. A rich mahogany chaise lounge covered in a burgundy material was facing the bed; a mahogany chest of drawers was facing the door, with another two doors off the room, one to the bathroom and one to her walk-in wardrobe. She turned him to face her and took him in her arms, and kissed him gently on the lips, to bring him back to what they had entered the room for.

He had never been to a bordello before, and he was sexually aroused by her dance of the seven veils, as was her intention. Wine, music and dance were all prerequisites and done in the heady atmosphere of incense, to stimulate the guest, to sexually arouse them, twenty Dinars was the entrance fee, twenty Dinars for the dance, and now another fifty for sex with this nubile, Nubian woman.

Saied should have realised that such an exotic and erotic woman would have had a sumptuous boudoir, nothing plain and simple about her, she had taste, and as the most erotic of the young ladies who used the bordello for their enterprises, and the most sought after of the ladies, she had the best boudoir.

Saied removed his shirt unthinking, with his mind still dwelling on the opulence, she helped him out of his trousers, and shoes; then removed her own outer garments and pulled him to her and kissed him again. She took his hand and placed it on her breast; slowly he came back to her and undid her bra, as they embraced. She slipped it off, and allowed him to fondle her well developed breast, caressing it and kissing it; he took her nipple in his mouth and toyed with it. His companion took his manhood in her hand and toyed with it. Gradually she moved him to the bed, his mind now on the job in hand as he caressed her breasts and slipped his hand down to her knickers, pushing them down slightly. His hand found her shaven heaven and he rubbed it gently. She moved spoiling his fun and took her knickers off; then pulled him onto the bed.

It was still early, and fifty Dinar at this time of the afternoon meant that she would have another good night, at least two hundred Dinar for the nights work, so time was money, she needed to satisfy him and get back down to the other guests. She helped him on to the bed and then took him in her mouth, she knew all the tricks. She knew how to make him hard quickly, as his eyes still wandered around the room. He was soon ready, and she lay on top of him caressing him, not too quickly. He had to feel he had been given value for money. She put his hand on her breast and nibbled his nipples, sucking them and kissing them. She seemed to glide up the bed, his hand now on her groin, he hadn't even noticed that she had moved, her mouth was on his, and she was pushing his hand between her legs.

This was the trouble with these young inexperienced men; they were in awe of her room, and not her. She was in her late twenties, had breasts that were firm and well rounded, hips that made most men turn and take a second look. Long slender legs, but very shapely, and when she had her stiletto heeled shoes on, she was a film star, so elegant, so refined and so beautiful. You would wonder why she worked in a bordello. Unfortunately her hazel nut skin colouring was not in fashion. She didn't worry about that, she could earn in a night the average month wages for the employed person; therefore it was far more lucrative.

The Madam was well pleased with her, she brought in the customers time after time, and the Madam never begrudged her the fee she charged, you could have one of the other girls for fifty for the night, but they didn't bring in the clients like she did. Still time is money and she needed to get him out of his trance and his mind on the job in hand. She kissed him, caressed him, and fondled his dick, making sure it was hard and ready to enter her. She massaged her own clit using his hand, and she didn't want to be dry when he finally entered her. She slowly brought him back to her, his gaze was now on the nubile woman sitting on his stomach, her breasts pointing above his head, her moist clit resting seductively on his belly. She looked down, her face tilted downwards slightly, her breast now also pointing down towards him, firm and proud, he reached up to fondle them, she leant forward to facilitate him, and smiled at him.

"Back with me, are you? I do need you to concentrate; a fuck is useless unless both parties are involved. Do you like my room?" she cooed into his ear, her breast cupped in his hand, her nipples digging into his palm?

"Hum, you are gorgeous, just like your room," he replied.

She knew instinctively that he would come almost as soon as he entered her. He was too worked up, not to. She slipped down until her shaven clit rested against his hard dick, and then she sat up and smiled at him, she moved gently onto his thighs and put the condom in her mouth, he watched as she opened it and put it in her mouth and then his eyes nearly popped out of his head as she pushed her tongue into it and gripped it with her teeth, and then bent down and put it on him, with her mouth.

Slipping it comfortably onto his dick with ease, she lifted herself up and slowly slipped him inside her, she smiled and gave him a satisfying moan, as he slipped gracefully into her clit and all the way into her vagina fully. She began to rise, and then slip him back in, deep and satisfyingly. He watched her graceful movements, his hands by his side twitching wanting to do something, but she was too far away. He leaned forward slightly and rested his hands on her warm, soft thighs, watching her as she rose and then gently slipped him deep into her clit.

She was aroused and moaning, she knew all the tricks to help him enjoy her. She watched his face to tell her when he was about to come, reading the signs, watching. As she saw him move emotionally nearer to his climax, she moved faster and faster, ramming him in hard now, using her years of experience to bring him satisfyingly to the boil quickly, time is money. She had spent too long with him, he was a virgin at an establishment like this, if not sexually, but she had him now, he was near, she could sense it, so she began to use her clit muscles as well, bringing him quickly to a climax.

"Ah, yes, oh, I love you," he cried in ecstasy as he ejaculated into the condom.

"Hold it, hold on, I am coming," she cried, making his experience all the more realistic.

She smiled to herself, if she had a Dinar for every time she had heard that, she would be a millionaire by now.

She felt him dying; the once hard dick was slowly melting inside her, he had come and her job was done for the time being.

Satisfied she slipped him out and removed the condom throwing it in the bin, a quick kiss and cuddle and then he dressed and she clapped her hands, two girls came to escort him from her room, and off the premises.

He turned to her and smiled, he was flushed with sexual gratification, "C-can I see her again tomorrow?" He asked gingerly, as they were ushering him through the door.

"Of course you can, same time, same place, same price," the Madam said from behind the girls. The Nubian woman just smiled at him, and blew him a kiss.

The two girls escorting him waved good bye to him and closed the door, Saied turned; a warm feeling erupted in him as he walked down the path to the gate and out. He would not be returning, it had taken him a month to save the money for that visit, plus the money he had received, as a birthday present, and what a birthday present that was?

 

Chapter 2 - The Holiday

 

"Phillip, come on, twenty five Euros per day, all in, you are kidding me?" Ian said.

"Not a word of a lie, Ian, if you want to come that is the price, beer as well, plus flight, actually the flight will cost more than the holiday. What about a week resting in the sun? It is well south, so even now, at this time of year, you should be looking at, oh, say thirty degrees, not bad for February," Phillip said, trying to persuade his friend to join him.

"Seven nights, say one seventy five plus two hundred for the flight. I could get away with five hundred for the holiday, I am not sure. Money is tight you know, I mean, what if?" Ian said.

"Fucking hell Ian, what if you died tonight? What if you were hit by a car on your way home, what if; come on? What if you let the moths out for a breather and actually spent some of that fucking money you got from the insurance that just paid out. I will tell your publisher that you are sick, if you are worrying about him," Phillip said pushing his friend.

"Ok, ok, I am my own boss and I will decide when I am going on holiday," Ian said with a smile, he was now looking forward to the holiday even though he had not as yet booked it, "Tomorrow I will go down to the travel," Ian started.

"No, Ian I told you, they will charge you the full price, I have a friend that will get the deal, leave it all to me. By tomorrow night we will already be booked to fly out to Tunisia on Saturday, all paid for. I will book the flight on line for us both. Now chill, you never know a new novel may be the result of this holiday, think of all the coffee coloured women we will be meeting, sexy, sex hungry, sexually gratifying women, all there for the picking," Phillip said, licking his lips as he spoke.

"I have a meeting with my publisher on Thursday. I will tell him then that I will be away for a week, you could be right, a nice setting for a thriller novel perhaps. I will tell him that it is research," Ian said.

"Research; fucking tell him you are going on holiday. He works for you, come on man," Phillip said, becoming exasperated at his friends weak ways.

"No, it is a partnership, I write, he sells, we work together and respect each other, that is how it works," Ian said setting the situation correct, as he saw it.

"Yeah, because he told you so," Phillip laughed.

Finally, Saturday arrived and everything was ready, Phillip arranged the taxi and he went around to Ian's house to await the taxi. As usual it was late, but he had allowed for that, booking the taxi half an hour earlier, than needed.

Now that they were finally on their way, Ian was becoming as excited as Phillip was, especially as Phillip now told him that there was a bordello, close to the hotel, so his friend had said, and they were definitely going to find it.

"Remember Ian, the bedroom, the food, all you can eat, booze, local ok, but free, all paid for at twenty five Euros a day, and I got a good deal in the exchange rate, listen to this, twenty pounds. Bloody hell, twenty quid a day, you can't get a decent room here for that these days, let alone, all the food and booze, and all the money we saved on the holiday, we can spend on the women, a fuck a night, and a different bitch each time. You will come home, fucking bow legged," Phillip boasted.