Karthik tugged at his leather jacket nervously looking at the Senegalese bouncer. Holding the 100 AED note in his right hand as he looked up and down, he snuck the note into the bouncer’s hand and was let into Club Jazz, the new Club in Dubai. He was supposed to meet a Tinder date here.
Avantika seemed interesting. She claimed to work at an upmarket watch store. One could never be sure in Dubai. But Karthik had done the necessary checks and was as sure as he could be. “Hello Karthik,” she said.
Avantika was dressed to impress. Her skirt stopped just above her knees and her chemise just tugged at her body in the right places. She was slightly plump and smelled of expensive cologne. Karthik had never had issues with women finding him attractive. He is 5’11” tall and athletic. He smiled at her and they started small talk.
Somewhere amid the conversation, he realized Avantika was being too nosy about his work. He worked for an Internet security firm and dealt with some sensitive information. He had been approached by women he wasn’t sure were after him for his looks or his work, and he could never be too secure knowing he had keys to information worth billions.
Then he asked to go to the washroom and get away for a bit. That’s when he saw her. She had that dangerous look in her eyes that were kohled up. Her nose ring spelt stayed away but he was inexplicably drawn towards her.
They made eye contact and she beckoned in a way he couldn’t fathom. But he knew she wanted him. He got an instant boner just looking at her. Probably 35, dressed in a sleeveless tank top and skirt. She was a cougar on the prowl but a hot one at that.
“Karthik,” he said giving out his hand.” “Let’s call me Ann.” There was something classy about her that said not hooker but available. “Ditch your date and meet me at the club next door. We shall talk there. Mention that you are there to see Ann. The security will show you in.” She left saying this and he went off to get rid of the date.
She realised he had caught on to her and the date ended awkwardly.
“Shame, she was cute,” he thought.
Then he entered the club next door as planned and was shown to a large cabin at the back. “I don’t have the money for a table.” He knew the table cost and the money that was made on these scams. “Sir, it’s on Madam, you don’t have to worry.”
He must have looked as confused as he was because Anne smiled knowingly. “Surprised? I ain’t a hooker. Just a bored housewife looking for some fun. My husband is a big businessman, but very clearly gay. However, he needed a woman to show off to his family and eat voila. He knows what I am up to and vice versa. I am looking for arrangements. I do get bored, so it’s what I would say, temporary ones.
You were good-looking and seemed interesting. We know all about your work, but we aren’t interested in all that. If we want information we can get it. My husband is mostly based in India, at least his business is. But we do have our escapades outside.
Dubai isn’t as discrete anymore but I have to keep coming here to take care of the boutiques I have and would like some company. If you are in we shall go to a room in this very hotel for tonight.”
Karthik felt like a piece of meat but he also felt empowered. This woman was hot and had that wet pussy energy. He knew she was going to be great in bed.
15 Minutes later he found himself in a suite. He went forward to kiss her and she responded. Their tongues were playing with each other eating up each other’s juices. He let his finger slide down playing over her panties and inside. He played with her clit and she tore open the buttons of his shirt.
Then he carried her petite body as she bit his chest. She was grinding against the motions of his finger. Then he went down to her breasts. Her shirt was ripped open. The leopard-printed bra was pulled out, and he kissed her breasts. They were c-cups. Delicious but just a handful. The way he liked them.
She let his pants open and went down on him. His penis was up straight, all 7 inches of it. Then she went down and let her lips on his penis, stroking his shaft up and down. She sucked his balls. Then, she took him to the point of no return before electing him to return. Prolonging his pleasure and his agony. She didn’t let him cum. But he cummed a thousand times in his head.
Then he went down on her now and sucked her clean pussy. Letting his tongue play with its walls. Sucking it deep and letting it breathe. She loved how it felt. How he kept pushing. At least her moans said so. She was biting her lip. Then he got up and looked into her eyes.
She pushed him down on the bed and started letting herself on top of him. She was on him. He was letting her ride his cock. They were one in a singular motion like they had been waltzing for ages. Her hair on her shoulders looked gorgeous. He loved this part of sex. Their souls were laid bare and they formed a beautiful union, letting each other take turns to drive the pace of it.
Finally, they came with a burst of love, lust, and sex. She smiled as he came and they couldn’t have asked for more from the other. It was lovemaking in all its spiritual beauty and goreish excess. Just then there was a knock on the door.
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