Dubai Reports

[QUOTE=ManInLove1;1905814]Guys.

Sorry, I know its off topic, but please let me know of service apartment where the girl need not show any ID, to be together in the room. I am working on a rendezvous with a non WG, in first week of Aug and need a place within close range of burjuman for a day. PM me.

The lady has ID but her dad keeps it and she is coming out saying she is staying with a friend. She has a Non UAE ID thou. will this work in the hotels or apartments.

Thanks guys.[/QUOTE]Airbnb? Suggest you chose an apartment with private parking, let by a westerner. Probably won't be serviced, but is that really important?

Will be in Dubai next week. Planning to go to Moscow first. Any recommendations (names) for WGs that offer GFE, PSE service?

[QUOTE=Alex7J;1905655]The other Romanian blonde: Super hot: Wish I was in DXB to kiss those tits.[/QUOTE]Man I love Romanian girls, most of the ones I have met are a down to earth and a joy to be around. And this one looks yummy!

Any chance of sharing her contact, I'll take good care of those tits until you are back in DXB.

P.S: The MP I reported on does deliver to Bur Dubai, I PM'd you the info the other day.

Ramadan killed all the fun, and I didn't bother risking it to search for action. One girl I know she really likes me, she always hit on me, but I am not interested in a relationship. One day she sends me a picture of her wearing a dress and asks if she looks OK in it, I was really turned on by the photo and said in my mind I got nothing to lose with her so I told her that she looks so hot and if I was alone in a room with her I would be all over her, surprisingly she replied: you're welcome to come over now. I went to her place and that was the start of a friends with benefits relationship. We met a couple of times each week for wild sex, we kept the relationship purely for that, no casual talk everyday, we just text each other when one of us in the mood to fuck.

This option is saving me a lot of money, but to be honest I am still craving to try a different pussy every week, greedy I know!

Any additional hints on who the girl is from MR? She sounds amazing!

[QUOTE=ChilliWilli;1905063]I was passing through bur Dubai with some time to kill and browsed through MR to pass the time. A couple of calls alter got lucky with a nice looking Viet profile who was a 5 minute drive away. Small head didn't need any more convincing.

I got the pin sent via what's app and some more pics with promises that they were real. Once I got the the location I was very apprehensive as I don't tend to monger in this part of the city.

Having heard and once experienced a bait and switch I nearly drove away as the building was one of those low rise council estate type of blocks. Just behind the new gold souk.

After a few minutes debating and another call to her I decided to go up but left wallet in the car and took all I needed..[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=ManInLove1;1905811]

This will be my go to place when budget is low, apart from the L in Burjuman.

Joe, she desperately wants your number, she keeps asking me all the time when I visit and I somehow skip it and say next time, so bro, either give your number in PM so can give her.[/QUOTE]Thanks MIL, I have not visited her for long time but I will sure meet her this weekend when I will be in Dubai. She maybe just want to say thank you in her trademark style hahaha. She is adorable.

Your FR is erotic. I am not sure I know this place, looks interesting.

[QUOTE=NewCoco;1905907]Though I have received some valuable information from our generous senior members .
(surprisingly!I got inside and in the dark room I saw my gift. And my trap. ugly, fat, African (no offence) lady not even young, in her lingerie. A couple of seconds I stood still in shock.I asked her to open the door and ran out of the scene.


I know, I know, I sound naive, but I have learnt my lesson
Most the ladies around Sharjah and Ajman are Africans.
Listen to the accent of the lady (a flash back led me to recall her African accent during a call before my entrance to the hotel).
Listen to the forum's senior members.Wechat sucks![/QUOTE]Bro,

They are everywhere. Dxb. Shj. Auh. Ajman. And its not just we chat. Most of dating sites with profiles with nos displayed is a bait. Few rules to be followed.

1. When you see an awesomely hot profile pic of a sizzling model type south american beauty who on negotiation comes down from 1 k to 600 per hour or even 400 is def a scam.

2. When she asks you to buy a du or any telecom prepaid card is always a scam.

3. If she says a receptionist will guide you to the room also beware.

4. Call the number to check for accent as coco mentioned hopefully you are aware of the African accent.

5. Ask for selfie because they have a stock of pics of the particular model. I even got a selfie video once of eating banana.).

6. Never enter the room unless you see their face in front of the room which is usually unlit and usually they'd coming in front on the pretext of some camera in the hotel corridor.

7. And mostly all these are interconnected who are spread around the city and give you the address depending on your location.

8. Most pictures in Auh region leads to a place above a local gym.

9 most places in DXB leads to either hotels in Tecom or Burdubai holiday inn area.

10. Happy mongering stay safe and always share your experience good or bad for the fellow mongers.

Joe.

I have sent you PM of the place, maybe you may have gone there. Do also me your ph number so maybe we can meet when I come down to dubai this weekend.

[QUOTE=JoeKarnavic;1906349]Thanks MIL, I have not visited her for long time but I will sure meet her this weekend when I will be in Dubai. She maybe just want to say thank you in her trademark style hahaha. She is adorable.

Your FR is erotic. I am not sure I know this place, looks interesting.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Vlacho;1906088]Will be in Dubai next week. Planning to go to Moscow first. Any recommendations (names) for WGs that offer GFE, PSE service?[/QUOTE]Moscow you will find everything but of Russian taste, PSE, GFE, girl next door, models, MILFs whatever you want you will get.

Cheers.

We await your FR mate about Moscow.

[QUOTE=Alex7J;1905655]The other Romanian blonde: Super hot: Wish I was in DXB to kiss those tits.[/QUOTE]That is a very very attractive girl! Exactly the type I go for, blonde and big tits!

[QUOTE=Alex7J;1905655]The other Romanian blonde: Super hot: Wish I was in DXB to kiss those tits.[/QUOTE]Wow these are beauties. How do you manage to keep a tab on incoming even wen your not in DXB. That is some talent! Is there any way to pick them up. I'm sure you can help out.

So on Tuesday evening started out for the capital city. It is unbelievable the prices of hotels even during the supposed busy time. We had a different hotel but still a well known international chain. My BritGirl had been super excited about the trip and all the bookings etc was left to her. She had taken my advice (which I had got from this forum) and visited some of the pet stores. The stash she had collected was. A dog collar, muzzle, role of packing tape, a whip and a plastic table tennis racket. She had also wisely invested in a new lingerie which was described to me as very "very very slutty". The constant message was that "she will feel pleasure when there is pain". So far, there was only light bondage but the this one was turning out to be pretty hard core.

I have never been into this, but seemed like fun. In the car to the capital, kept getting an above the clothes rub. So it is miracle that I had not banged into a number of cars on the way there. There was still light when we reached. Check-in is straight forward. Unlike previous times when we had a quickly and she would go to the pool. She got the leash and muzzle. Got her naked, tied her hands behind, got the muzzle and lease on and got into DATY. It was unbelievable how often she came. Turned her around for doggie and then the full impact of the leash was felt. It was total control for me. Enjoyed every second of that. Exhausted fell of the bed and left her bound, muzzled and leashed. Went for a shower, came back and she was wet and I was hard. Untied everything and she was on me like butter on toast. Got into mish.

Too tired to do anything, just ate in the room. Fell asleep early. I was up early the next morning, went to the beach before sunrise. She was all ready for the pool when I was back. Got bfast, too hot for me to be out. So she went alone to the pool. I get a text from her, saying she has been a bad girl. Ask her to come back and be punished. Comes back, totally red from sun and the pool. Get her over my knee and use the paddle on her. She keeps wanting more. Finally, get her on her knees and CIM. Lies on the bed and starts fingering herself, comes very very hard. She butt is totally red from the spanking she got.

Evening is more of straight up. We have a good dinner with the wine which is now served in the restaurant. Come back, get out off the dress and have regular fucking.

Next two days are more of the same but she is tied up and leashed to the bed one entire afternoon. Gets spanked when all tied up. She absolutely adored being tied up.

All in all a very exhausting long weekend. I think I need a break now from this all.

[QUOTE=WantMore;1906627]So on Tuesday evening started out for the capital city. It is unbelievable the prices of hotels even during the supposed busy time. We had a different hotel but still a well known international chain. My BritGirl had been super excited about the trip and all the bookings etc was left to her. She had taken my advice (which I had got from this forum) and visited some of the pet stores. The stash she had collected was. A dog collar, muzzle, role of packing tape, a whip and a plastic table tennis racket. She had also wisely invested in a new lingerie which was described to me as very "very very slutty". The constant message was that "she will feel pleasure when there is pain". So far, there was only light bondage but the this one was turning out to be pretty hard core.

Next two days are more of the same but she is tied up and leashed to the bed one entire afternoon. Gets spanked when all tied up. She absolutely adored being tied up.

All in all a very exhausting long weekend. I think I need a break now from this all.[/QUOTE]This is just too much for me WM I just can't handle it the breakaway from DXB and then reading your FRs and the Romanians texting me every day and night Alex please come back soon is too much for me to handle + I have registered on the SA website just not upgraded to the premium section and still the messages I get from women over there is too much for a newbie like me to handle. My dick is just not in control and over on top of this the new mamasan Alexa / Sasha is sending me pics of her hot new chicks I've still not finished sampling her old chicks that these new ones are popping up with her she is a true blue fan of Alex hospitality now I am going crazy unable to concentrate on important govt work. When I will land back in DXB town.

Wm you have hit bulls eye with the online stuff and that also super cheap for a package which is amazing but man I am feeling a bit confused normally I don't get a hard on with the same girl the next day there has to be a gap of at least 3-5 days and the hunger for newer pussy is more so either I will stick to many dates in website thing or I will only have short term arrangements max 2 or 3 in a month or meet a women once a month fuck her like we do in Moscow go to a normal club with her or restaurant or movie and do kinky stuff.

Whatever said or done you my man have opened a new door for all ISG'ians in the DXB forum cheers and god bless your holy soul.

Chill,

Alex

[QUOTE=Tkn14;1902828]Nowadays "Durex" brands are made in PRC which it has a different texture comparing with the one were made in Thailand or India. So I stopped using them. I switched to a brand called "Controle" which was the best and made in Spain, but it was discontinued. "Carex" from Malaysia is a low quality. So the only option is "Pasante" made in the UK. Do not try the regular one because it is thick.[/QUOTE]Thanks, still no sign of Trojan condoms here in middle east I'll grab a bunch when I visit north america.

Background:

No matter how high up the corporate ladder you climb, you will still find yourself sitting in a boring meeting with an idiot boss or customer who thinks he is the next Steve Jobs. What such an asshole seems to be missing is that, while he is definitely a petulant, rude, spiteful, and controlling idiot, who thinks nothing of publicly humiliating employees, hogging the credit for work he hadn't done, and throwing tantrums when he doesn't get his way, he does not have the "smarts" of Steve Jobs, only the rudeness. I usually tend to zoom out during such meetings and think of more pleasant things I'the rather be doing with my time, like visiting a dentist, changing a stinky [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord132][CodeWord132][/url], walking on hot coals or even getting circumcised.

Anyway, I had just survived one of those meetings and I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. So I decided that the best way to put such an ordeal behind me and restore my faith in humanity, was to hit a club and consume a lot of booze. Being a social drinker, I invited other ill-fated mongers along and we ventured into one of the city's famous sports' bars.

The story:

I was sipping my first beer, when she sashayed into the pub with a few other 30-something MILFs for what looked like a girls' night out. The girl-next-door version of Rachael Taylor, she had dirty blonde hair, mesmerizing hazel-green eyes covered with stylish black fashion glasses, and a body to die for. She looked like she had come from work as well, dressed in a fashionable black skirt that hugged her ass as if it was painted on it, topped by a white silk blouse that did very little to hide her ample cleavage and a cropped suit jacket that matched her skirt and made her look like a naughty school teacher.

She was the most appealing of the gang, by far.

The music in the pub was not loud but, a few drinks later, she was swaying and gyrating her body with the rhythm seductively as in slow motion, which only added to her appeal and made her the center of attention in the club. Most men were checking her out by then and I was no exception. My "mental boner" was pointing strait in her direction as I tried my best to keep my part of the conversation and avoid openly gaping at her.

Our eyes met a few times and I thought I made out a hint of a smile on her lush lips but, just when I conjured enough courage to go and talk to her, another punter beat me to it and went down in flames as he was rudely dejected by her entourage as he tried to approach her. The poor bastard didn't stand a chance. I didn't venture further that night and I wasn't in the mood for paid pussy, so I left alone and ended up with the classic case of "blue balls".

Skipping forward a couple of months.

I was scheduled to attend a meeting with the account manager of a new service provider, who was pitching his company for a new project I was responsible for. The account manager walked into the room, accompanied by no other than the sexy lady from the pub. She introduced herself as "Ashley" with the cutest sluttery British accent. She had "Little Johnny" at Hello.

Introductions out of the way, they went on with their business pitching their products and services. Needless to say, I was more interested in Ashley and the promise of the services she can provide. I wasn't sure if she remembered me from the club but, if she did, she made no sign of it. A mental image of her in the club kept playing in my mind and prevented me from focusing on the conversation.

For the next few weeks, we met a few times and exchanged some work-related emails, but the tone of our communication was strictly professional. As the deadline for project closure approached, our emails became more personal and evolved into phone calls and texts with a lot of smileys and innuendos. She was definitely warmer, but she was giving me mixed signals. We had the chemistry, I was sure of that, but there was something preventing her from taking that last step. I am usually quite assertive and love a good pursuit, but I didn't want to make a blunt move and upset our work dynamics.

From our conversations, I discovered she was recently divorced and that she has been in Dubai for almost a year now. She made it clear that she needed a break and was counting on the commission she will get "when" she closes this deal to go on her long-awaited vacation. I remained non-committal initially, then decided to push my luck and increase the stakes, so I played my last card: The week before the project deadline, I mentioned that I am more inclined to award the project to another provider. Of course it was a blatant lie, as I was planning to close with her company anyway (I know, I am a bastard).

She texted me on Thursday evening asking if there is anything she can do to change my mind. I proposed we meet that evening for a drink and discuss. She didn't reply immediately, and I got secretly worried I might have crossed that invisible line. Around 11:30 PM, I received a message from her. She wanted to know where I would like to meet her, and if it was not too late. As it happens, I made other plans and I was already in a club with a few other mongers. I wasn't sure it would be the right scene for her so I hesitated for a sec, then decide to invite her to join us. I sent her the club name. It was now or never.

She readily accepted. Game on.

I was busy ordering a drink from my favorite waitress (another story) when her eyes and the eyes of everybody else around the table shifted in unison in the direction of the entrance. I followed the gazes and, voila, there she was, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a silky black dress, which was doing very little to hide her treasures underneath. As if not enough, it was short to a fault and, coupled with a set of high heels, made her sexy legs seem to go on forever. She arrived to our table and greeted the crowd with her signature smile, showing a set of white pearls underneath.

A naughty smile grew on my lips as our gazes met, those hazel-green lasers burning deep into my soul. I invited her to join our table as I "innocently" rested my palm on her lower back, guiding her to an empty chair beside me. She followed my lead as she placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Her subtle "Jennifer Lopez" fragrance filled my nostrils and ignited my desire with the promise of what to come.

She settled down and allowed me to introduce her to the gang. It was a bit awkward when my wing-men tried to introduce their Russian / Romanian "dates" whose names they forgot, but she took it in the right spirit. I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her and the other "ladies" around the table. From one side, there was the "Eastern Block" girls in their mid-20's, somehow snob, trying to look sophisticated by drinking white wine, while constantly demanding the attention of their companions. On the other side was "Ashley", who exuded class and sex appeal without even trying that hard. Funny enough, she ordered a pint of beer. I should have known it then and there. She was my type of girl.

Soon enough my fellow mongers went back to their business attending to their respective companions, and I had "Ashley" all to myself. Our conversation was short and sweet, and I discovered she is quite witty and sarcastic and a pleasure to talk to. We ordered a few more rounds before she excused herself to the ladies' room. When she came back a few minutes later, she had a naughty sparkle in her eyes. She was up to something mischievous but I just couldn't put my hand on it.

I decided to test the waters, so I placed a hand on her knee. She put her hand on mine and, just when I thought she was about to remove it, guided my hand higher up her thigh, pushing her dress up under the table. The ever increasing heat warmed my hand as it crept closer to the prize and then I suddenly realized her kinky secret. She had gone commando. My pinkie was first to sample her wetness, glossy and slick, excessively coating her pussy. Her lips parted slightly with a smile, as did her legs, when I touched her clit, already pulsing with anticipation. We both tried to keep face as my fingers played softly taking her knob between my knuckles and squeezing with light pressure. Above the table, her hand grabbed the pint glass with remarkable steadiness, as if her life depends on it. She brought it to her lips and took a quick gulp. Hidden below, two fingers had discovered the source of her honey and curled into her pussy with expert precision, massaging the hidden bundle of nerves that made her thighs quiver and her eyelids flutter.

I don't think any of my fellow mongers really blamed me for leaving early that night, but I suspect many of them wanted to strangle me and take my place, as I guided her out of the club and into a cab. We decided to head to her flat, as it was closer to the club. She was very touchy-feely in the taxi, and the driver was eyeing us through the back mirror suspiciously. We probably didn't look like an old married couple returning home.

We barely made it to her apartment.

As soon as the door closed behind us, we pounced on each other. I kissed her hard, pressing her body against the door, grabbing fistfuls of her wavy hair and expressing my desire to fuck her madly as if there is no tomorrow. She hungrily returned my kiss and let me explore her lush lips and sweet tongue. She was already wet in anticipation and I was sporting a huge erection which, if not released, threatened to break through my trousers. I unzipped and entered her then and there. No time to get undressed, not even time to get a condom on (I know, stupid). It was wild. We fucked like teenagers in heat, still in the standing position.

It didn't take her much to reach her peak as we were both already on the verge due to all the foreplay in the club and taxi. Barely a minute later, she shuddered in a huge climax. Her legs could not support her weight anymore so she held her hands around my neck for support. Hearing her orgasm and feeling her spasm all around my cock sent me over the edge and I exploded deep into her womb. The feeling was indescribable. It was as if her pussy was milking me dry.

She excused herself to the bathroom to take a shower and I followed suite after she was done. I wasn't sure what to expect next, so I put on a bathrobe and walked out hoping for the best.

There she was, in bed, wearing nothing but a smile.

Note 1: It was a strange first for me but we physically couldn't "uncouple" for almost a minute after the act. We literary had to wait for my manhood to subside before we could separate. Did any of you mongers experience this before?

Note 2: I have used a fake name in this FR to protect the identity of the person involved.