Marie was a Filipina who had worked in Dubai for several years as a nanny and housemaid for a rich local family. Her main task was to look after the older girl who was 15 when she started working there. Now this daughter, Noora, was 18 and she had applied to study in a college in UK. Her parents were liberal, so they agreed that Noora could study there on two conditions. The first condition was that she had to study in a smaller city and not in London because there were too many temptations there, and also too many Arab boys. The second condition was that she had to take Marie with her to cook and look after her. Of course Noora agreed immediately to the conditions and started her search for a college in UK. Finally, she discovered that there was a course she liked in Nottingham, in the middle of England. Noora and her father travelled to Nottingham to register her for her course and to find an apartment for her and Marie to live in. They found a nice two-bedroom apartment in front of the canal and near the university. The only thing now was to apply for a visa for Marie and wait for the course to start, so Noora and her father returned to Dubai.
Marie had never travelled outside Philippines apart from to and from Dubai when she returned home on her annual holiday. She was married and had a daughter back home, who was being cared for by her husband. Unlike many other Filipinos, Marie’s husband was a good family man who cared for his wife and child. He had never strayed or had other women, and Marie had also been completely faithful to him. However, she had once read a book called The Story of O after which she often had dark thoughts and fantasies that she had never discussed with her husband because she knew that he would be horrified to hear her innermost secret fantasies. Marie had never imagined that she could experience any of her fantasies, and they had remained safely hidden away in her mind – until she went to work in Dubai.
Dubai was a whole new world for Marie. Of course, Manila in the Philippines was a modern city of towers and traffic, but Dubai was light years ahead in its buildings, its shopping malls, its pace, its wealth, and its vice. The main vice in Dubai was prostitution, which was tolerated as it attracted a lot of customers from nearby Arab countries, especially from Saudi Arabia where any hint of prostitution was punished by a sentence of caning and prison, and for the Saudi citizens with shame on their families, which would be a major social blow to the man and to his family. So, Saudi men took their wives shopping in Dubai, while they indulged in a little ‘extracurricular’ activity in the bars and with the ladies of the night. Face was saved, and all were happy. Marie first learned about the very active sex scene in Dubai when she was given a day off to go to church. There she met other Filipinas who invited her to go to a bar in the afternoon. Marie had no friends in this new city, so she accepted, even though she did not really drink alcohol much.
“Marie” is my muse. She is a real woman, and she really lives in Dubai. And she really likes/desires/craves/needs to be used. That much is true.
Some of the events in the story have actually happened, while others are the result of us chatting online about fantasies. I leave it to the readers to guess what is real and what is fiction.
Enjoy
Oh, and I do have pictures of her, but they are not for public viewing
The bar that was selected was in a five-star hotel, and Marie was amazed at the décor, and also at the price of drinks! She knew that she could not afford to spend a huge proportion of her salary on drinks, so she slowly sipped a beer while her new friends started to become tipsy. As the alcohol hit them, their tongues got looser, and they started to gossip about other filipinas who were not present. Marie listened to the stories that they told about how some filipinas made extra ‘pocket money’ by meeting and fucking strangers. They met these strangers in bars and went back to their hotel rooms for sex. Marie was both shocked and intrigued and wanted to know more. From the gossip, she learned that Western men were especially attracted to Filipinas or pinays as they are called in Philippines. Pinays were more popular with Western men because they were able to speak English well and they were eager to please. Marie’s heart raced when she heard this, as one of her fantasies which she had read about in The Story of O was to please a man in any way that he wanted. She looked around carefully and she saw that there were many men sitting alone or in small groups and that they always looked up to check out every woman who walked into the bar. And there were a lot of women entering the bar although it was very early in the evening. Marie observed the interactions between the women and the men for some time, while all the time her mind was racing. Eventually, she allowed her friends to drag her to another table where a group of men were sitting and drinking.
There were four men at that table, all of them Western men. Marie and her new friends were four pinays, so it seemed just right if the four women hooked up with the four men. Marie was not sure if she really wanted to hook up with anyone because she had always been faithful to her husband. However, the idea of sex with an anonymous stranger was exciting, although it also made Marie feel guilty. The men paid for drinks for the four women and began asking about where they were from and what their jobs were. A few drinks later, Marie was more relaxed and suddenly realized that her friends seemed to have paired off with a man each, which left her talking to the last man. Marie was now feeling tipsy because she really didn’t drink much, but the feeling of freedom that the alcohol gave her was what made her feel good. Suddenly, Marie noticed that two of her new friends and two of the men had disappeared, leaving two pinays and two men. That was when one of the men suggested that they should move to someplace quieter where they could have a private party. Marie wasn’t sure what that meant, but she liked the idea of a party, so she nodded in agreement. Her new pinay friend also agreed, so the whole party left the bar and went to the lifts.
When they arrived at the room, which was actually a suite, the men told Marie and her new friend to sit and asked what they wanted to drink. Marie was feeling tipsy, but she asked if they had something sweet like Bacardi Breezer. After two bottles, Marie felt sleepy and asked if she could lie down. She was told to go into the bedroom of the suite and she could lie down there. In the bedroom, the lights were off, and Marie felt relaxed and sleepy. Just as she was about to doze off, the door opened and in the light spilling in from the living room of the suite, Marie could see one of the men standing watching her.
From the bed she watched as the other man started to kiss her friend, and the friend responded with passionate kisses and moans. The sounds of passion made Marie feel horny because she had not been fucked for many months since she arrived in Dubai. Almost without thinking, and because she was a little drunk, she began to touch her pussy through her dress that she had chosen as suitable for church. After a few minutes, she suddenly saw that her friend’s blouse was open, and her tits were being sucked by the man. The sight was so erotic that Marie’s fingers just had to touch her pussy without the dress getting in the way. She pulled up her dress and, as her hand slid into her panties, she started to rub her clit urgently.
That was a mistake because the second man moved quickly to the side of the bed and moved Marie’s hand out of the way. Instead, it was his hand that started to rub her pussy. Marie felt drunk from the alcohol and also from the feeling that she had no control over what might happen to her. And what happened was that the man tugged at her panties and pulled them down around Marie’s knees. Then he roughly stuck a finger into her wet cunt. She groaned and pushed back against his finger, and suddenly she felt him kneel on the bed beside her face. Marie heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down and she knew what he wanted. She was powerless to resist, and truthfully, she didn’t want to resist. She wanted to please him, and she wanted him to do whatever he liked to do to her. “Open your mouth” he ordered, and Marie obeyed. She felt his cock pushing into her wet mouth, and she sucked it eagerly. She had only ever sucked her husband’s cock as a treat for him, but now she gave herself over to making this stranger cum. She forgot about her own desires, and she concentrated on making him happy. And it didn’t take long until he was happily cumming in her mouth. Marie swallowed and tasted his slightly salty cum slide down her throat.
Marie fell back on the bed feeling slutty, but excited and happy. She had succeeded in fulfilling one of her long held fantasies, and she imagined herself as part of the group of women who lived with O. Her imagination could not foretell what would happen next. Marie looked over at her friend, and she saw that the man who had been sucking her tits had his cock in her mouth. However, when he saw that the man with Marie had cum, he got up and came to where Marie was lying on her back with her dress around her waist and her panties off. Marie knew she was going to be fucked. He didn’t even ask or try to see if she was wet, but he pushed his cock into her roughly. Luckily, Marie’s cunt was wet from earlier, so he slid in easily. Marie had been faithful to her husband, and he had been the first man she had sex with, so the feeling of being fucked by a stranger was so new, but also so exciting. Marie knew that she should ask him to wear a condom, but she was so aroused that she didn’t want him to stop. And he didn’t stop. He pounded Marie roughly and she lost herself to the feeling of surrender and of being such a slut wife. She felt guilty about fucking another man, but she knew that this was what her heart desired and that she would want more. The feeling of the man cumming inside her made her groan with pleasure as she repeated the word ‘slut’ over and over in her mind. She was a slut, she was unfaithful, she was a bad wife – but she loved the feeling. And she loved that she had not just fucked another man, but she had sucked one off too.
Marie was in slut heaven. She had sticky cum on her and in her, and she felt wonderful. She knew that now she was free to do anything she wanted, free to fuck as many men as she wanted and free to let her long-repressed slut loose. As she lay back on the bed, Marie knew that there would be many more nights like that night, and she could hardly wait to find out what would happen on the next time.
As Marie settled into her seat on the Airbus 380 flight EK 001 from Dubai to London Heathrow, she wondered how life would be in England. Marie was a filipina maid working for a rich family in Dubai, and she was travelling to England with the oldest daughter of the family, who was about to start her studies at a UK university. Noora, the daughter, was 18 and she was about to live away from her family for the first time in her life, so Marie’s job was to look after her, shop for food, cook for her, clean the flat they had rented, wash her clothes, and make sure that she didn’t do anything against the norms of her society. This really meant that Marie had the task of making sure that Noora didn’t mix with boys and didn’t have sex. If only the family knew what kind of person Marie was in secret, they would have never chosen her to accompany Noora on this first trip away from Dubai alone. Marie’s secret was that she was a slut, who had already fucked many strange men on her days off while she was in Dubai.
Marie was tired because she had not really slept more than a few hours the night before the 7.45 pm flight. She was glad that the flight to London was seven hours long, and that Noora was travelling in First Class, while she was in Economy. This meant that she had eight hours to rest, and to wonder how life would be in England. She knew that the city they were going to live in was called Nottingham, and that it was totally different from Dubai.
Marie had googled her new home, and she could see that the opportunities to meet visitors in the bars of five star hotels were going to be almost zero because she would not have much time off from looking after Noora. She sighed inwardly as she remembered the first time that she had realized that she was a slut. That was the night that she had fucked a strange man, and she had sucked another one off. Just the memory was enough to make her feel horny. The thought of that night reminded her of another time when she had arranged a meeting with a group of seven men.