Aliza Cohen, a tantalizing beauty from Tel Aviv, had been feeling an insatiable craving for something new and exotic. Her mundane life as a housewife had become a dull routine, and the vibrant city of Dubai seemed like the perfect escape. With her husband, Daniel, often preoccupied with work, she found herself yearning for excitement and passion that she hadn’t felt in years. Unbeknownst to her, the sands of the desert had a different kind of heat in store for her.
It all started when she met the charming and mysterious Ashkan, an elderly yet surprisingly vital man with a mischievous glint in his eye. His words flowed like sweet honey, coating her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in ages. His friendship was a gentle caress to her lonely soul, a whisper of promise that seemed to resonate deep within her core.
One evening, as the sun painted the sky with a fiery tapestry of oranges and reds, Aliza found herself in Ashkan’s opulent apartment. The walls were adorned with ancient Persian tapestries that told tales of passion and intrigue, and the air was thick with the scent of oud and musk. He offered her a glass of Campa Cola, and as she sipped it, she felt the tension in her body begin to melt away.
“Your beauty is like a desert mirage,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. “But unlike a mirage, it is all too real, and I am a man who can appreciate the finest things in life.”
Aliza blushed, her pulse quickening. She had never felt so desired, so alive. Her eyes searched his, seeking the truth in his words. Ashkan leaned in closer, his breath hot on her neck. “Allow me to show you the pleasures of the East,” he whispered.
Before she could respond, his hand was on her knee, inching up her thigh. She gasped as his fingers grazed the fabric of her skirt, sending electric jolts of anticipation through her. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of the heat between her legs, the wetness that had started to gather there.
Ashkan’s friend Bahram entered the room, his towering frame casting a shadow over the couch where Aliza sat. His dark eyes smoldered with a hunger that mirrored Ashkan’s. “Ah, I see you’ve met my dear friend,” Ashkan said with a knowing smile. “Bahram is quite the connoisseur of beauty as well.”
Bahram’s thick, accented voice rumbled like thunder. “I can see why you chose her, my friend.” His hand reached out and cupped Aliza’s cheek, turning her face to meet his gaze. “Your eyes are like the pools of the oasis, inviting and soothing.”
Aliza felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she looked into Bahram’s eyes. They were filled with a lust so intense, it seemed to consume the very air around them. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his other hand slip beneath her skirt, his thumb pressing against her swollen clit.
“Let us show you what real pleasure is, my sweet,” Ashkan murmured in her ear as he unzipped his pants, revealing his hardened member. It was thick and veiny, standing proudly against his stomach.
“You want this, don’t you?” he whispered. “You want us both to fill you, to claim you as our own.”
Aliza nodded, unable to form words as she felt the heat of Ashkan’s cock against her thigh. She had never been with two men before, and the thought of it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
“Good girl,” Ashkan said with a smirk. “Now, let’s see if you can handle what we have to offer.”
With surprising agility, he pushed her back onto the plush couch, spreading her legs wide. His mouth found hers in a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep as he explored every inch of her mouth. Meanwhile, Bahram had unbuckled his own pants, his cock standing tall and proud. It was even thicker and longer than Ashkan’s, and Aliza couldn’t help but feel a thrill of apprehension at the sight.
“First, we shall warm you up,” Ashkan said, breaking the kiss. He knelt between her legs and pushed her skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate path from her clit to her asshole. Aliza moaned, her body arching off the couch.
Bahram’s hand tightened around her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes as he stroked his cock. “You will take us both,” he said, his voice a command that sent a shiver down her spine. “You will love every moment of it.”
Aliza’s eyes widened as she felt Ashkan’s cock at her entrance, the tip teasing her swollen flesh. She nodded, her breath coming in shallow pants as she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed inside her, filling her completely. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as he began to move.
“Ah, she’s tight,” Ashkan murmured, his eyes locked on hers as he thrust in and out. “So sweet and tight.”
Bahram’s hand left her cheek to trace down her body, his fingers finding her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, pinching her nipples until she gasped. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his eyes dark with desire. “You like being our little whore.”
Aliza’s eyes rolled back in her head as Ashkan’s pace quickened. The word ‘whore’ should have offended her, but instead, it only served to fuel her lust. She was theirs, and she reveled in it.
“Now, let’s see if you can handle more,” Ashkan said, pulling out of her with a wet pop. He turned her onto her stomach, her ass in the air, and she felt the blunt pressure of his cock against her anus. “Relax,” he whispered, and she did her best to comply, her body trembling with anticipation.
With a slow, steady pressure, he pushed into her, stretching her open until he was buried to the hilt. Aliza’s eyes watered with the mix of pleasure and pain, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she pushed back, urging him deeper.
“Good girl,” Ashkan praised, his hand coming down in a sharp slap against her ass. “Take it all.”
Suddenly, she felt something new. Wetness, heat, and the unmistakable feeling of another cock pressing against her pussy. Bahram was behind her now, his cock sliding through her slick folds. She could feel the difference in their sizes, the stretch of Ashkan in her ass and the thickness of Bahram’s cock as it pushed into her pussy.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, the fullness almost too much to handle.
“That’s it,” Bahram said, his voice strained with his own need. “Take us both.”
They moved in tandem, their bodies a symphony of flesh and desire. Ashkan’s strokes grew deeper, his cock sliding in and out of her ass with an ease that surprised her. Bahram’s thrusts were slower, more deliberate, filling her pussy until she thought she would burst.
“You’re going to come for us, aren’t you?” Ashkan asked, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re going to scream our names as you come all over our cocks.”
“Yes,” Aliza moaned, the words barely leaving her mouth. The dual invasion was too much, and she felt her orgasm building like a storm in her belly. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”
Bahram’s grip on her hips tightened, his strokes becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. “Look at me,” he demanded, and Aliza forced her eyes open to meet his gaze. “Look at me as I fuck you.”
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Aliza felt something snap inside her. The dam of inhibition broke, and she let go, her body a vessel for their lust. Her pussy clamped down around Bahram’s cock, her ass tightening around Ashkan’s, and she screamed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
The men didn’t stop, their movements becoming more frenzied as they approached their own climaxes. Suddenly, Ashkan pulled out of her ass, his cock glistening with her juices. “I want to see your face when you take us both,” he said, his voice low and guttural.
Bahram withdrew, and Aliza felt empty without them inside her. She watched, her chest heaving, as Ashkan took his cock in hand and painted her face with his cum. It was a declaration of ownership, a brand she willingly wore.
“Now, suck me clean,” he ordered, and she eagerly took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she tasted the saltiness of his release.
“Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes never leaving his.
Bahram’s cock was now at her lips, and without hesitation, she took him in, his thickness filling her mouth. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he trembled as she deep-throated him. She knew he was close, and she wanted it, needed it.
Her hand went to her clit, her fingers moving in fast, tight circles as she sucked and licked, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.
“I’m going to come,” Bahram warned, and she moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge.
He came with a roar, filling her mouth with his cum. She swallowed it all, relishing the taste of him, feeling powerful and alive.
They lay there for a moment, the three of them, their bodies intertwined and sticky with sweat and cum.
“You are exquisite,” Ashkan murmured, his hand stroking her hair.
“A true treasure,” Bahram agreed, kissing the side of her face, his breath still ragged from their shared ecstasy.
Aliza, still in a daze of pleasure, couldn’t believe what had just happened. The reality of the situation settled in, but instead of regret or embarrassment, she felt a strange sense of liberation.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice a soft purr as she looked at both men.
Their eyes held hers, a silent understanding passing between them. They had shared something raw and primal, something that could never be replicated in the confines of her once-predictable life.
“We’re not done with you yet,” Ashkan said with a wink, his cock already showing signs of renewed interest. “There are more pleasures we wish to introduce you to.”
Her heart skipped a beat as she thought of the endless possibilities. “What do you have in mind?” she asked, a playful smile curling her lips.
“Ah, but that would spoil the surprise,” he chuckled, standing up and extending a hand to help her to her feet. “But first, a little cleanup.”
Bahram nodded, leading her to an elaborate bathroom filled with gold-plated fixtures and a tub large enough to fit all three of them comfortably. He started the water, the warmth enveloping the room as it filled the tub.
“Let us bathe you,” Ashkan said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
They undressed her gently, their hands worshiping her body as they removed the last vestiges of their encounter. They led her into the tub, the warm water lapping at her skin as they climbed in behind her.
The men took turns washing her, their soapy hands gliding over her curves, paying special attention to her sensitive breasts and the apex of her thighs. The water grew murky with their combined desire, a testament to the passion they had shared.
As the water grew cooler, they rinsed her off, their hands never leaving her body. They dried her with soft towels, their touch lingering, setting her skin alight with anticipation for what was to come.
“Now, for part two of your evening,” Ashkan said, his voice thick with promise.
They led her to a dimly lit room, the walls adorned with velvet drapes and the floor lined with plush pillows. In the center was a large, ornate bed that looked like something out of a sultan’s harem.
“Our dear friend, Kian, has something special for you,” Bahram said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Aliza’s curiosity piqued, she turned to see a young man with piercing blue eyes and a lean, muscular body enter the room. He had an air of confidence that was almost as intoxicating as the men she had already been with.
“Welcome to the real Dubai, my sweet,” Kian said, his voice a seductive purr. “Where the nights are long, and the pleasures are endless.”
Her eyes widened as she took in his cock, which was already hard and waiting for her. It was different from Ashkan’s and Bahram’s, thinner but just as long, with a slight curve that made her wonder how it would feel inside her.
“Don’t worry,” Ashkan assured her, sensing her apprehension. “Kian knows exactly how to make a woman scream.”
The three men exchanged a knowing glance, and she felt a thrill of excitement.
“Lie down,” Kian instructed, his voice a soft command.
Aliza obeyed, her heart racing as she watched him approach the bed. He knelt beside her, his hand reaching for her pussy, his long, skilled fingers teasing her clit. She moaned, arching into his touch.
“You’re so wet for us,” he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. “It seems you’re eager for more.”
“More?” she questioned, her voice breathless.
“Oh, much more,” Bahram said, his hands ghosting over her breasts as Ashkan positioned himself between her legs.
Before she could protest or ask what they had planned, she felt the unmistakable pressure of another cock at her entrance. This time, it was Kian’s, and she gasped as he pushed inside her, his length stretching her pussy even further. The sensation was incredible, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that made her head spin.
Ashkan took his place beside her, his cock standing tall and demanding. “Open your mouth, my love,” he said, and she did so without hesitation.
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He slid his cock between her lips, and she sucked eagerly, the taste of her own juices and his precum mingling in a heady cocktail. His hand found her throat, his fingers tightening slightly as he pushed deeper, making her gag.
Bahram knelt beside her, his cock now at her ass again. “You’re going to take us all,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “You’re going to be our little slut, aren’t you?”
Aliza nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. She had never felt so wanted, so desired.
As Kian fucked her pussy, his strokes matching the rhythm of Ashkan’s in her mouth, she felt Bahram’s cock pressing against her tight hole once more. She tensed, unsure if she could handle the girth of his shaft, but the men were relentless.
“Relax,” Ashkan coached, his hand moving to her neck, his thumb pressing down gently.
Slowly, painfully, Bahram pushed inside her, his cock stretching her to the limits. She moaned around Ashkan’s cock, her eyes watering as she felt the fullness of being taken by all three men.
They moved in unison, their bodies a tapestry of passion and need. Ashkan’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth, Kian’s cock pistoning in her pussy, and Bahram’s cock claiming her ass. The room was filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping, the grunts of the men, and Aliza’s muffled cries of pleasure.
Kian reached down, his thumb finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles, building her orgasm until she was teetering on the edge.
“Now,” he said, his voice a whisper in her ear.
As if on cue, they all thrust deep, their hips moving in perfect sync. Aliza’s body was a symphony of sensation, and she couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from her throat as she came again, her pussy and ass clamping down on their cocks.
The men groaned, their movements growing more erratic as they approached their own climaxes. Ashkan pulled out of her mouth, his cum spurting across her face, the hot jets hitting her cheeks and chin.
Bahram followed, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied himself into her ass, filling her to the brim.
Kian was the last to come, his cock twitching inside her as he shot his load deep into her pussy. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving with the effort.
For a moment, there was silence, the only sounds in the room their heavy breathing and the occasional drip of cum from Aliza’s chin.
Then Ashkan spoke. “You see, my dear, this is what true pleasure feels like.”
Aliza couldn’t argue. Her body was a wrung-out rag of nerves, every inch of her skin alight with sensation. She had never felt so alive, so free.
They cleaned her up again, their tender ministrations almost loving as they washed away the evidence of their encounter. They lay her on the bed, the silk sheets cool against her flushed skin.
“Rest,” Ashkan said, his voice gentle. “You will need your strength for what’s to come.”
With a sultry smile, she closed her eyes, her body humming with the promise of more. She had no idea what the night would bring, but she knew she was in good hands. Hands that would explore every inch of her, push her to new heights of pleasure, and leave her begging for more.
The story of Aliza Cohen’s unbridled passion in the opulent sands of Dubai had only just begun.
