Wendy Pt. 07

"Welcome to Dubai," a good-looking, saturnine man in his early 40s greeted them, a smile on his face. "I trust that you had a good flight," he said as she shook hands.

"Like none I've ever had," Wendy replied with a laugh.

"It is the middle of the afternoon here," Sheikh Hamid said. "Aisha will get you situated, then you can go to the spa and begin your experience. We will meet again this evening for dinner."

"Thank you," Wendy said. "I look forward to it."

"As do I," he said.

Aisha showed her to a room that could have come from A Thousand And One Nights, all silk draperies and plush sofas and pillows, easily the most lavishly lush room that she had ever seen, complete with a huge four-poster, canopied bed where she found her suitcase.

"Someone will come to unpack for you," Aisha explained. "Now I will see you to the spa."

Wendy's breath was taken away when she entered the spa, the sense of peace and serenity almost palpable, the colors and décor perfect. She didn't need to go any further to know that this was exactly what she wanted at Garden of Eden.

"This is Fatima Housseini," Aisha said, introducing her to a beautiful woman with large eyes, "the spa director. She'll take care of you now. Enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you, Aisha," Wendy said.

"Ms. Rose, welcome to Shuiqi Spa and Salon," Fatima greeted her, shaking hands. "I'm going to have Shanti Gupta, our best therapist, see to your treatment while you are with us," she said, introducing a petite, fine-boned woman with long black hair down past her ass. If there is anything that you need or need to know that Shanti cannot supply, do not hesitate to call for me. Please enjoy your experience."

"Thank you," Wendy said.

"This is your first visit to our spa?" Shanti asked as she led Wendy into the facility.

"Yes, or any spa," Wendy said.

"They you are indeed fortunate to have your first experience with us," Shanti said with pride, "as there is no finer spa in the world."

Wendy felt as though she were walking on air when she got into the blue Bentley that was waiting for her three hours later, having experienced a Jacuzzi, then a full-body wrap, and finally an amazing massage. She was very surprised to be greeted by Sheikh Hamid himself when she returned to his home.

"I apologize for being so short earlier, but even I have to deal with pressing business matters from time to time," he said, taking her arm and escorting her in.

"I wasn't offended," Wendy said. "I've never been treated so well in my life. This is quite an experience for me."

"As it is intended to be," Sheikh Hamid said. "I have had a special dress brought for you to wear this evening," he said as they approached the 10'-tall double doors leading into the room that they had assigned her. "Aisha will be here in just a moment to help you dress, after which she will escort you to me for dinner. Until then..."

"Thank you," Wendy said, then entered the fairy-tale bedroom suite, gasping when she saw the dress laid out on the bed, a sheer, sleeveless, gauzy black resplendent with gold threads and glittering with colored stones. "Come in," she called out when she heard someone knock at the door, smiling when she saw Aisha enter.

"Oh, what a lovely dress," Aisha said when she saw it, her eyes widening. "I told the Sheikh that you were very special. How did you enjoy the spa?" she asked.

"Just wonderful," Wendy replied. "Shanti has amazing hands."

"Shanti is wonderful," Aisha agreed. "If you'd like, I'll tell her to really please you tomorrow," she said, her eyes glittering mischievously. "I think that you would really enjoy that. She has an exquisitely talented tongue and she is also very delicious."

"Do they do that in the spa?" Wendy asked.

"Oh, no, but Shanti would do it if I asked," Aisha replied.

"I'd have a hard time enjoying it if I thought that she was compelled," Wendy said.

"Oh, no, you misunderstand me," Aisha laughed. "Of course they don't do that sort of thing in the spa ordinarily, but I can assure you that Shanti would love the opportunity to do so. It would be very private and nobody would ever know."

"She is very beautiful," Wendy said, smiling.

"Now I need to help you dress," Aisha said. "This dress is supposed to be worn with black underwear. Would you like me to get you some?"

"I wouldn't want to offend the Sheikh," Wendy said. "Perhaps that's a good idea."

"The day the Sheikh is offended by the nudity of a woman is the day I become a man," Aisha laughed. "You are Western. I'm sure that he is aware that Westerners have a different way of doing things. He went to school in London."

"Then no underwear," Wendy laughed.

It took them a few minutes, but the dress fit Wendy perfectly once they got it on her. It hugged her body tightly, her large breasts and their pale nipples clearly visible through the gauzy black material which swept down to the tops of her feet, almost making it appear as though she were only clothed in glittering gems.

"I just love the way these colored stones glint in the light," Wendy said as she admired herself in a full-length mirror, turning from side to side.

"Those colored stones, as you put it, are yellow, pink, and white diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and blue and red sapphires," Aisha laughed.

"You can't be serious!" Wendy gasped. "What if I lose one?"

"The dress is very well made," Aisha assured her. "Don't worry about it. It looks like it was made for you."

Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals that she had brought with her, Wendy went with Aisha on trembling legs to meet Sheikh Hamid.

"Exquisite!" he exclaimed when he saw her, his smile creasing his face as he took her hands. "What a vision of beauty! Thank you, Aisha."

"Sheikh," Aisha said, bowing slightly, then turning and leaving the room.

"Come, we will eat out on the balcony," he said, leading her.

"Oh, wow, what a view!" Wendy gasped when she looked out on the entire Dubai skyline, all lit up for the night.

"Would you care for some champagne?" he asked, holding out a seat for her.

"Yes, thank you," Wendy replied.

A liveried servant appeared out of nowhere with a bottle of Dom Perignon which he poured into the two flutes set on the table, then placed the bottle in a wine bucket nearby.

"To beauty," Sheikh Hamid toasted, lifting his glass.

"Thank you," Wendy said, flushing as the touched rims with him, then tasted the champagne.

"Have you recovered from your afternoon at the spa?" he asked.

"I'll never recover," Wendy replied with a laugh. "That was the finest experience of my life."

"Hopefully, tomorrow will be even better," he said with a smile.

At that moment two liveried servants approached and placed two gold platters in front of each of them containing half a dozen raw clams and oysters each on a bed of crushed ice, in the middle of which was a gold ramekin of cocktail sauce. A gold cocktail fork was then set by the platter.

"I understand that you do not eat meat, so I have asked for seafood this evening," Sheikh Hamid said. "These clams and oysters are from our own waters. I hope that you enjoy them."

Wendy tasted one of the oysters and rolled her eyes in delight.

"Oh, it is so creamy," she said. "I love the taste of the sea."

"If you don't mind, please tell me about your new resort," Sheikh Hamid said.

They finished the clams and oysters and the gold platters were cleared away before Wendy finished telling him about their plans.

"How very ambitious," he said as their champagne flutes were refilled. "Isn't this type of a resort a bit outside of what the Clandestine Group usually does?"

"Only the...fun aspect," Wendy replied, smiling. "Other than that, luxury is our byword. We're trying to redefine what a luxury resort is, while also catering to a very elite demographic, both socioeconomically and in terms of lifestyle. Which is why we want to bring in partners like yourself who are already established as the best that there is. We're also going to do it with two of our three restaurants. The same with our retail spaces, known top names in couturier and jewelry."

"Of course, I am aware of Mr. Riletto's vast art collection," Sheikh Hamid said. "I used to see the pieces that he had lent to the various museums in London when I was attending university there. His particular taste inspired me when I began to collect pieces, though my collection pales in comparison."

"Whose doesn't?" Wendy asked, smiling. "I did an art minor in college. I was absolutely thrilled when he agreed to let us build a museum to house his entire collection."

"How did you convince him?" Sheikh Hamid asked.

"He and our CEO, Jonathan Hooks, are old friends," Wendy explained. "I've gotten to know him and his wife Sara. We live across the street from each other in different buildings. It wasn't a new idea. He'd been having thoughts about doing something like this for many years. I just happened to catch him at the right moment."

"I think that you are a hard woman to say no to," Sheikh Hamid said. "Your resort is going to be all-inclusive. How would the financial aspect of being a partner work?"

"We'll provide the space and build the spa in return for 25% of your gross," Wendy replied. "Spa services are not included in the all-inclusive room rate."

"That's very generous," Sheikh Hamid said, smiling.

"We're far more interested in getting and offering the best than in trying to squeeze every possible dollar of profit out of it," Wendy said. "We'd prefer to have partners that are eager to work with us. Allowing them, you, to do well would only strengthen our relationship. We're thinking long term."

"I'm familiar with 1508 London," Sheikh Hamid said. "They also did The Carlton Tower Jumeirah here in Dubai. Their work is as good as it gets."

"Then you are interested?" Wendy asked hopefully.

"Yes," he replied. "Have your people get in touch with Fatima to work out the details."

"Really!? Just like that?" Wendy asked, stunned.

"A man would be a fool not to pick ripe fruit," he replied with a smile. "Ah, yes," he said when the two servers approached and set gold platters in front of each of them containing twin lobster tails on a bed of wild rice pilaf with spears of green and white asparagus and a gold ramekin of melted butter. Gold forks and knives were also placed on either side of the platters. "Please enjoy your meal."

By the time they finished dessert, baklava served with a delicate Sauternes, Wendy was stuffed.

"Would you like to see some of my art collection?" Sheikh Hamid asked.

"I'd love to," Wendy replied.

He led her into the palace, opening double doors at one point and entering. Following, Wendy saw that it was a bedroom that made hers seem drab by comparison, everything gold. But above the bed was a Picasso and the other walls were adorned with Matisse, Pissarro, Degas, and Monet.

"Wonderful," Wendy exclaimed, moving closer to examine each of them.

"Would you care for some cognac?" he asked.

"Just a little," Wendy replied, smiling when she saw him open a hidden bar and produce a bottle of Louis XIII which he poured into two snifters. "Thank you," she said when he handed her one of them. "This has been a wonderful evening."

"I hope that it's not over," Sheikh Hamid said, smiling and seeing her blush. "Have I offended you?" he asked.

"No, not at all," Wendy replied. "I guess that I'm a little unsure of what is proper or not in such a situation."

"Proper is whatever we decide it to be," he said. "Our business is concluded, so that just leaves the two of us as people, enjoying an evening."

"What about your wives?" Wendy couldn't resist asking.

"With you to share my bed, I have no need of any of my wives this evening," he replied. "Would you like that?"

Her heart racing, Wendy looked around the room once more, then turned her back to him, holding her long red hair out of the way.

"Yes," she said, feeling her pussy get wet as he slid the zipper to her dress down, turning to face him once it had fallen to the floor.

"You really are incredibly beautiful," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her, one hand sliding down to gently caress her ass.

Wendy slid his dinner jacket from his shoulders, dropping it to the floor, then began unbuttoning his shirt, sliding her hands across his muscular chest as he pulled it off, then reached for his trousers, undoing them, then sliding the zipper down before hooking her thumbs in the waistband and pulling them and his silk boxer shorts down, his rock-hard cock springing out to his her in the face. First pulling each of the trouser legs off, Wendy then wrapped a hand around his cock and took it into her mouth, sighing as she tasted him.

"Come, I want to taste you," he said after a couple of minutes, helping her to her feet.

Leading her over to the bed, Wendy sat down, then lay back, pulling her knees to her chest and spreading them apart, hooking her elbows behind her knees so that she could watch as Sheikh Hamid knelt down and leaned over to drag his tongue up through her spread pussy.

"Mmm, Aisha said that you had a tasty pussy," he said, smiling up at her. "She didn't tell me that you were this delicious, though," he added, leaning back down to continue eating her.

"Oh, yes," Wendy sighed as he ate her, her body trembling as the orgasms started to ripple through her as he sucked on her long inner lips, gently chewing on them, then moving to her clit, her whole body wracked with spasms as she came violently.

"You were made for this," he said after several minutes, looking up at her as he licked his lips. "You flow like a fountain."

"Fuck me now," Wendy begged. "Please, fuck me."

"It would be my pleasure," he said, rising up and moving over her, his cock easily sliding into her as she released her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he began to fuck her. "Ah, yes, this is what a pussy should feel like," he said as he felt her squeezing his cock as he fucked her, massaging it.

Wendy held his head to her breasts when he leaned down to suck on her hard nipples as he continued to fuck her, the combination of sensations making her orgasms even more intense as his cock plunged in and out of her hungry pussy. She was only mildly surprised when she felt his cock pulsing deep in her pussy, realizing that he was cumming. Her pussy milked him dry as he groaned, then fell over onto his back after he had drained his balls into her.

Looking up, Wendy was surprised to see a naked Aisha standing at the foot of the bed, smiling at her as she crawled onto the bed and began to suck on Sheikh Hamid's glistening gooey cock, then moved over and began to eat her cum-filled pussy, then returned to his cock, sucking on him until he was once again hard before stopping.

"Let me suck you when you're ready to cum this time," she told him when he rolled back over on top of her, sinking his cock into her pussy once again as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He fucked her much longer this time, but finally felt himself getting ready to lose control and pulled his cock from her pussy and rolled over onto his back, Wendy quickly scrambling to lean over and take his cock into her mouth just as it exploded, cum gushing onto her tongue as she siphoned him, gulping it down as she felt him pulling her over so that he could eat her swampy pussy at the same time.

He fell asleep after that, waking several times during the night to fuck her again. When she woke up as the sun was rising, it was to the sensation of Aisha's tongue in her pussy. Sheikh Hamid turned onto his side to watch as Aisha mounted Wendy so that she could also eat her pussy, watching the two women slurp on each other as he jacked himself. When Wendy noticed that he was once again hard when Aisha dismounted her face, she rolled over onto her stomach and reached back to spread her ass cheeks apart, not saying anything, but moaning when she felt him mount her and feed his cock into her ass.

"You are an incredible woman," he gasped as he fucked her in the ass.

This time she was not the least bit surprised when she felt his cock pulsing deep in her ass as he came, dumping his load into her. When she felt him pull his cock from her ass, she rolled over to see that Aisha was washing him with a damp cloth.

"Take Wendy shopping after breakfast and buy her something nice for me before she goes to the spa," Sheikh Hamid told Aisha as he got up from the bed. "Something to match her beautiful eyes."

Aisha accompanied Wendy into the shower, cum running from her ass. When they had finished and toweled off, she pulled a tasseled cord and a servant appeared, nodding when she gave him instructions. Going out onto the balcony naked with Aisha, they sat at the table as breakfast showed up and was served, cheesy mushroom omelets with bowls of freshly cut fruit and glasses of orange juice which was squeezed tableside.

"Did you enjoy the Sheikh?" Aisha asked her, smiling.

"Very much," Wendy replied. "You are not offended?"

"His pleasure is my pleasure," Aisha replied. "You must have pleased him if he wants me to buy you a gift. I knew that you would enjoy each other."

Dressing afterwards, the Bentley took them to a huge shopping mall where Aisha dragged Wendy through jewelry shop after jewelry shop until she found what she wanted, a stunning white gold, diamond, and tanzanite necklace that draped across her upper chest.

"This one!" Aisha declared when Wendy tried it on, her hands trembling when she saw the $1.4 million price tag.

"This is too much, Aisha," Wendy protested, though she was dazzled by how beautiful it was. "I can't."

"The Sheikh would be disappointed if I didn't find you the best possible gift," Aisha assured her, shaking her head. "You cannot refuse him."

Wendy was stunned by the extravagance when she finally slipped the jewelry box into her bag, clutching it tightly for fear that she would lose the magnificent necklace. When they got to the spa, Aisha went in with her, greeting Shanti with a hug and a kiss and had a rapid conversation in Arabic. Wendy flushed when she saw the way Shanti looked at her, the smile on her face.

"Have fun," Aisha said, kissing her before leaving.

"Aisha tells me that you would enjoy a special day at the spa," Shanti said as she led her into the treatment area. "I would very much enjoy demonstrating for you how the proper treatment can enhance your spa experience."

The first service was a hydro tub, a fancy Jacuzzi, Wendy thought, with water jets all around and Shanti using a hand-held wand to direct even more intense pressure to specific areas of her body. When she directed it against her pussy, however, Wendy gasped, gripping the sides of the tub tightly as orgasms began wracking her body.

"Is it too much?" Shanti asked, interposing her hand between the stream of water from the wand and her pussy, gently rubbing it and massaging her lips, rolling her big clit between her fingers, then slipping a couple of fingers into her, sliding them in and out before finding and rubbing her G-spot, eliciting a deep groan as her body spasmed in orgasm.

"Yes, but sometimes too much is wonderful," Wendy gasped when she finally stopped.

"Come, now we will do a salt scrub," Shanti said, helping her from the tub and then onto a plastic-covered table.

Wendy found the abrasive salt oddly stimulating as Shanti massaged her body with it, then rinsed her off, her skin tingling and feeling smoother than she had ever felt it.

"We will take a break now for something to eat and drink," Shanti told her when she got up from the salt scrub table, helping her into a comfortable terrycloth robe and leading her out to a small patio overlooking the marina where they enjoyed some freshly cut fruit and sweet mint iced tea.