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so another whirlwind trip to dubai – landed early morning on tuesday (yes the wife wasn’t amused but this was a genuine emergency) and out again the wednesday by lunchtime.
only one night so i had to make the most of it. unfortunately it had to be the night. valentine’s day. everything more expensive- chocolates, roses, dinner, women…
anyhow severely “educated” by my last trip here when i was denied access to my hotel with my lovely cis babe i decided to do some research before i booked. so i happily went through the forum and made a little list (no time to go through all of them, you see…) of 5 or 6 places which sounded promising judging from comments left by fellow members. and then another nasty dubai surprise ™. all hotels full. yep every single one of them. of course there were a couple of “yes sir we have available superior suite only usd1500++ per night). “++”? what the hell is ++? i’m starting to understand this happens a lot in dubai. too many visitors, nowhere near enough hotel beds. become a chronic problem here like the crazy traffic.
not being endowed with an amex platinum card ($1500 suites out of the question therefore) i managed to get one of my friends, a resident of dubai and uber-mongerer extraordinaire to get me a villa in springs for the night. springs because he lives there and also close to work in jebel ali. he also managed to bribe his company driver to take me around after hours (in the company 4x4 no less) so the distance wasn’t an issue. what a chivalrous lad. few left in this world. hotel security was obviously a non-issue now. as a bonus i could pose as a local, too and get discounted resident rates from the girls.
so after a busy day the evening rolls around pretty quickly and i meet up with afore mentioned supermonger for dinner. where to have dinner now? all our usual joints were jam packed with icky lovey-dovey couples. fuck it -we decided to just grab a steak at the pub below rockafella’s at the regal. it was fairly empty still took us an hour to get our meal. maybe the chef was on a date or something.
after dinner we headed (obviously) upstairs. supermonger just waltzes past the big black security dude as if he owns the place and i get stopped- 50 dhs please. damn. anyway once inside the selection didn’t disappoint. the place was packed with the usual population of cis. some very, very beautiful model-like. we grab a couple of drinks and start scouting. it’s still early so we just get indicative quote. i ask. 1000. buddy asks. 1000. but if she doesn’t find someone by end of the night she’ll go for 700. oh yeah great we’ll just hang around and wait then shall we? it’s almost 12:30 by now and more and more men are pouring in. so we decided to check out a couple of other places and if we didn’t find anything interesting we’d just come back.
so against better judgement we leave and head for jockey’s. waste of time. entrance fee (i don’t remember how much it was it was – buddy paid for it). inside a smattering of girls – the best one no more than a 7 in my books. a bunch of bored chinese, africans and worn-out cis. not my scene. after finishing the obligatory one-drink we head out. where next? rattlesnake. nearer to home, too.
now apparently the new management at rattlesnake charges girls to get in! what an ass-backward policy! helloooooo someone please explain to them that the women bring in the men who spend the money. no girls. no men. no money. or maybe it works different in dubai. anyhow inside as expected (once i learned of the new “system”) it was pretty dry. noisy band, a few cis, one or two chinese and a bunch of africans. so we do a few rounds by now it’s beginning to look desparate and we may head back to regal after all. by 1:30am things start to pick up and the selection started to improve. so we start getting prices from some of the better looking ones. again- 1000dhs. plus terrible attitude. what’s going on?! valentine’s day, you know. by now i’m beginning to get fed up when far away seated on the tables in the distance behind the band saw a chinese-looking gal with a very nice body and a pretty face. she looked alone and bored and i gambled that she’d be willing to go cheap. so i go over and ask- 500dhs ++.. ++? yeah. taxi. oh ok. i haggle a bit and we settle for 400 dhs all inclusive (city levy, catering charges, luxury tax whatever).
turns out she’s not chinese but from kyrgyzstan. we left straight away and she seemed a very nervous and shy. i was hoping she’d warm up once we got home. meanwhile buddy picked himself up an ethiopian and disappeared outta sight. later i found out he’d settled for a handjob under the table somewhere upstairs! hmm sounds dangerous. anyhow. like i said. ubermongerer.
once we got home she started to loosen up. i got her a couple of drinks and we start talking. she tells me she’s new in dubai (aren’t they all?) by now it’s 4:00am and i think shit i need to be up in the morning by 10:00 to make my flight on time. so i lead her upstairs to the bedroom. she excuses herself to the bathroom and i can hear the shower so i decide take my usual sneak-peak inside her purse. you can learn all kinds of things from what they store in these little bags. nothing inside this one of note, though. no condoms, no make-up. just 50dhs cash, a comb and an original passport. wow. i flip through it and it’s clean. no stamps except the kyrgyzstan exit stamp and uae entrance stamp. dated 13 feb. wow this girl wasn’t kidding. she’s *brand new* - just came in yesterday. within a few minutes she comes out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. now i look at her differently. i’m probably her first customer other than the obligatory pimp-[url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord123][CodeWord123][/url] i guess). she’s cute- nice body. flat tummy devoid of "baby damage", firm medium sized breasts and nice long legs. smooth skin- no scars, burns, scratches, tattoos, piercing etc etc
not wanting to waste time i strip and shower quickly not forgetting to brush my teeth (nobody likes dragon breath) and join her in bed. by now i’ve noticed she’s not had any phone calls. no messages, nothing. cool. i get irritated when they start getting those non-stop “where are you calls” starting 4:00am. not this one, though.
by now her shyness is gone and she’s all over me. all natural. kissing, lubrication, noises, breathing. nothing seemed faked. a gfe to top my south african experience. our rhythm was broken trying to put on my (one and only) condom but we quickly got back into it. anyhow as expected i didn’t last very long but to my surprise (and her delight) i didn’t go soft. was a little puzzled then i remember the pill i popped back at regal during dinner. “to be taken 2-3 hours before anticipated sexual activity”. hmm good stuff that little yellow tablet. one problem, though. no rubbers left. i didn’t mention anything to her though and we continue the frantic kissing and when she jumps on top of me and she’s so wet i slide right in. yep. bareback. i panic and want to pull out but she doesn’t let me. deceptively strong girl. ok not really i didn’t put up much of a fight. i’m having so much fun now i couldn’t care less. i guess i figured she was new so what the heck. we both fall asleep soon after and i get woken up by my alarm clock at 10:00. i look over – yep, still sleeping and still pretty even in harsh daylight. i decide to have some fun and start to suck on her nipples. she’s still “sleeping” and i work my way down her body to her pussy and start to lick. it was soaking before i even got there and that encouraged me more. gave her a good tongue lashing for a while and finally when she couldn’t take it any more climbed back up and entered her missionary. man was ever hot, wet and tight. again, bareback. this time lasted reasonably long (in my opinion anyway). and again pulled out just in time. not that “just in time” is acceptable by any standard but anyway… by now the bedsheets are soaked through with bodily fluids. pity the cleaning lady. anyhow more kissing later i realize it’s 11:30. eeek! i need to be at the airport at 12:30!! time to stop!
we shower together and she starts playing with me again. again. this girl is a fuck-machine. she wants it from behind. standing up. not anal-that’s not my scene. again a very slippery and fun session in the shower. while we’re drying off we start talking and she tells me she’s not had sex for nearly 4 months. given the fact that she’s told the apparent truth so far it makes me feel good.
anyway finally it’s time for her to go (or else i’d miss my flight) -- i give her 500 and tell my driver to drop her wherever she wants. what an awesome gfe!
the emirates airline limo-pickup-thingy arrives seconds after she leaves and i pile in my haphazardly packed suitcases into the car. no time for the pre-flight checks (left over lipstick, lingerie etc). i’d have to screen my bags on arrival. on the way to the airport while we’re sitting in the traffic near grand hyatt my driver explains to me that they’re planning to demolish the gharroud bridge and build a new one. only problem is that the other bridge they’re currently building won’t be ready in time. wonderful. dubai will come to a standstill. budget 2 hours to go to the airport from anywhere in bur dubai.
a great trip overall. i think i’ll stay away from hotels and stick with a villa or apartment rental thing for next time. this way hotel security and visitor policy becomes irrelevant.
peace all!
au