Don Abdul ©2010
As the Lear Jet banked to its left in preparation for the commencement of their descent into Kuala Lumpur; Lynda’s slight frowning expression suddenly changed, as if in response to the change in the heading of the aircraft. A slight wrinkle graced the corners of her mouth, accentuating her dimples, while a naughty faraway glint in her eyes hinted at a reminiscence of erotic episodes of times past.
A slight shiver ran through her body as she pressed her thighs tightly together and felt the moisture o her sex soaking through her panties. Linda hadn’t slept in the same bed with Andrew for the past one month until they rendezvoused at the airport earlier that morning for their previously scheduled trip to India. Andrew and his Indian associates had been working their business on the subcontinent with the opening of two additional factories.
Linda honestly couldn’t care less about Andrew’s business; it all sounded extremely boring to her as his only motivation was profit and the expansion of his already gargantuan fortune. She wondered how any person could love money so much as her husband did; the man simply had no scruples when it came to acquisition of more money.
As the plane banked to its left, the deep furrows of her brows which were the outward expression of her pent up sexual frustration and hunger suddenly faded away. A slight wrinkle graced the corners of her sexy mouth and a naughty glint lit up her beautiful eyes which assumed the faraway look that could only be a product of a sexual encounter of a bygone time recollected so vividly as if it only just happened.
Lynda felt a slight shiver run through her as she pressed her thighs tightly together and then closed her eyes; with the flight only 15 minutes from landing at the airport in Kuala Lumpur for a two day stop over for another series of Andrew’s endless business meetings, Lynda surrendered herself to the pleasure that her most powerful sex organ, her naughty mind could provide her.
It was only her second time of visiting KL ever, and she knew from her last visit that certain members of the staff at their hotel could be seduced into her web of naughty sexual games, and it made her even hotter and wetter just pondering how she would seduce them. Her heart started to beat even faster just imagining the risky approach she would have to take to get laid in a country where folks could still get caned or even stoned to death for fornication and adultery respectively.
The high risk factor set her sex on fire as she paced up her alternating flexing and relaxing of her wet throbbing pussy in her uniquely stimulating way that left her practically gasping and yearning for release. She was so horny already that it didn’t take her too long before she brought herself to a small orgasm. Her release was quite minor and only sufficed to pique her appetite, and calm her high strung body a little; it however did very little to sate her desperate hunger for the hardness of a live cock.
By the time they landed at the airport, Andrew had kissed her and told her she would be driven to the hotel where she would naturally occupy the Presidential suite and have all the creature comfort at her disposal. He on the other hand would be attending a series of meetings and wouldn’t be rejoining her for the next 48 hours.
Other wives would probably have thrown their expensive designer shoes at him but not Lynda. She had expected nothing better from her husband who was naturally tone deaf to her needs as a woman. If truth be told, she was happy to be rid of him. She was still feeling very horny and in desperate need of some major league scratching of her itch; now she can safely concentrate on the business of sating her hunger and finding a capable man to quench the fire of her burning sexual desire.
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Upon disembarking from the Limo and stepping into the hotel, Lynda was greeted rather more warmly than usual by the concierge, and then she was greeted personally by the manager whom she didn’t like very much. The manager assured her that he would be honored if she would call him should she require anything at all. Meanwhile he instructed the concierge to see her to her room personally and ensure she settled in comfortably.
While Lynda listened politely and smiled faintly, her mind was on reactivating her old acquaintance with the concierge who was crucial to her plans for getting laid that night. Once they were in the elevator alone, her luggage having gone ahead, she pressed a couple of hundred dollar bills into the hands of the concierge who was obviously gay.
Just as she had prepped him during her last stay at the hotel, the concierge understood that he had to ensure that she received a warning phone call the moment her husband stepped through the front door of the hotel. He also knew that he would be generously tipped at the end of her stay even if the warning call turned out not to have been necessary.
Once inside the suite, Lynda stripped and prepared for a shower but first she placed an order for food to be served by room service even though food was the last thing on her mind. While placing the order, she also hinted at her preference of waiter by asking after the young 23 year old stud by name. That was something Lynda especially loved about being rich people become so sensitive to your needs that a simple hint was often enough to get what you desired.
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Lynda had met the waiter Abdul during her previous visit; he was a rather shy Malay boy with very beautiful intelligent eyes and a handsome face that looked so innocent until he smiled. When he smiled it was as if he became a totally different person; his lips part slightly baring his fangs like a ferocious animal about to pounce on its prey. His eyes seemed to sparkle with a previously hidden fire that bespoke of a wild passionate inner freak about to be unleashed. It had taken Lynda a couple of day of intensive prepping to achieve the privilege of uncovering the duplicity of Abdul personality but she had persevered because of the first hint she had about him.
He had been wearing his black pants and white shirt, with a black waist coat uniform when he entered the room with her breakfast. Lynda had been dressed only in her bathrobe which was only loosely belted at the front. He had served her meal and was about to withdraw when Lynda offered him a tip as she was about to pass the bill to him it fell down to the floor.
Lynda had bent down to retrieve the money when her robe opened at the front and fully exposed her big soft breast. Her nipple had been ripe and hard at the time and poor Abdul eyes had involuntarily become animated with such desire that his cock had instantly become swollen to full erection in his pants.
Although she hadn’t intended for anything of the sort to happen, Lynda had taken advantage of the risqué situation to assess what might be. She herself was so turned on by the ‘bathrobe malfunction’ that her sex suddenly became quite moist as she imagined herself pouncing on the young man and having her way with him right there and then.
The poor waiter coughed nervously and shifted his posture in a desperate bid to hide his embarrassing arousal. Lynda slowly covered herself whilst assessing the size of his package out of the corner of her eyes. She looked up at his face, and that was when she noticed his complete transformation. She dropped her gaze lower to his crotch and she could tell the guy was hung like a horse and she resolved to get a piece of him no matter how long it took.
Over the following couple of days, Lynda had laid an elaborate trap for the young waiter which had culminated in him helping the crazy American woman apply lotion on her back and getting a raging hard on that left him compromised an unable to resist her advances when she unzipped his pants and grabbed his 9 inch cock and wrapped her hungry lips around it.
She had swirled her lips around the blunt head of his huge cut prick and licked the oozing precum from his slit and then she had taken him deeper into her mouth until she was deep throating on his meat pole and gorging herself on his man meat and almost gagging on it.
Her jaw ached but the heat and energy of his throbbing manhood in her mouth and the uniquely fine taste of his precum in her mouth left her gasping and moaning even as her sexy love cries were muffled by his awesome girth.
Meanwhile, his initial timid disposition changed radically as she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him closer and sucked his cock in long deep strokes, taking him so far down her throat that her chin nudged his balls on the downward stroke.
Abdul’s soft moans got louder and his hips thrust faster until finally he began to rant in his native tongue, and his tight balls erupted sending great spurts of thick creamy cum shooting out of his cock into Lynda hungry mouth.
Lynda shivered as his cock spurt copious cum into her mouth, he filled her mouth quickly and she gulped it all down with just a few drops leaking from the corner of her mouth. It was as if his man juice held the promise of much better nourishment for her than the food she had ordered.
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Although on that previous visit Lynda had not fucked Abdul the room service waiting beyond the blow job she had given him, as she jumped into the shower stall she knew he was the perfect candidate to scratch her unrelenting itch most satisfactorily.
She quickly showered with her mind on the clock, deliberately resisting the temptation to play with herself as she thought an orgasm in the shower would detract from the totality of her enjoyment of the Waiters youthful huge cock.
After drying herself, she ignored the bathrobe in favor of a towel which she wrapped around her chest.
