The Life Of A Flipina Slut Wife

Chapter 1

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 family back home, who were being cared for by her husband. Unlike many other Filipinos, Marie's husband was a good family man who cared for his wife and daughter. 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.

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 after her last vacation in the Philippines. 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 as it slid 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 and only man she had had sex with, so the feeling of being fucked by a stranger was completely new, but also really 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 the next time she was allowed to go out from the house she worked in.

Chapter 2

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.

The memory of being totally out of control for the whole night made Marie shiver with delight, and the thought of how many times her cunt, her ass and her mouth were used and abused that night made her groan slightly. That was when Marie noticed the man sitting in the window seat in her row of three seats looking at her with concern.

"Are you ok?" he asked, and Marie could only nod that she was fine. She quickly checked that her seatbelt was fastened as the huge plane roared down the runway and soared into the night sky over Dubai. Marie had flown from Dubai twice when she returned to Manila for her vacation, but she was not a seasoned traveler. Marie had the aisle seat, but the middle seat was empty, so she could just see out of the window as the plane banked to the right, and the sight of the lights on the towers of Dubai and the man-made island of The Palm made her mouth open in wonder.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" said the man sitting in the window seat on her right, and Marie was forced to look at him. What she saw was a man about twenty years older than herself. Marie guessed that he was about sixty years old, but he still looked handsome, with grey hair and blue eyes. Marie could feel those eyes appraising her as the man looked up and down her body. Marie was wearing a knee-length skirt and a blouse that buttoned up the front, and although she knew that she was dressed modestly as was required by the family she worked for, Marie felt as if the man was undressing her with his eyes. She wondered if he could sense that she was a slut, or at least that is what she imagined. Marie carefully smoothed down her skirt, as if she were a shy teenager instead of a mother of an eighteen-year-old daughter, and a cheating wife who fucked strange men.

"Yes, it looks fantastic from the air", she replied, and that simple exchange between the two strangers broke the ice. By the time that dinner had been served and cleared away, Marie had learned that her neighbor's name was Peter, that he was a civil engineer, and that his company had sent him to Dubai to solve some problems on a construction project. She also learned that he was divorced, and that he had visited the Philippines in the past on diving holidays. Marie wondered if diving was the only sport he had experienced when he had visited her country. She imagined that he would not have been able to resist the company of one or more pretty pinays, who were always eager to help a foreigner spend his money.

After dinner, the cabin lights were switched off and most passengers settled down to watch a movie, listen to music or sleep. Marie was tired as she had had very little sleep the night before, so she inclined her seat back and closed her eyes to try to sleep. However, she could not seem to sleep perhaps because the images of the night she had been the fuck toy of those seven men kept flashing across her mind.

The thought made her squirm in her seat, and that made her neighbor ask if she wanted to get more comfortable.

"How?" Marie asked.

"Put the armrest up and lie down on the two seats beside me" he replied.

Marie was a typically short Filipina woman, so she was sure that she could curl up on the two seats and sleep. However, she had one concern, so she asked Peter if he would mind her lying with her head against his leg because she was afraid that if she lay down with her head beside the aisle, she would be hit by people walking past. Peter agreed, and with a contented sigh, Marie covered herself with a blanket and made herself comfortable on the two seats beside Peter. Soon, Marie fell asleep, and she began to dream. The dream was one that she had had many times, although it was actually her remembering the night of the orgy with seven men. As she relived that wild experience, Marie's breathing came more rapidly, and her body twitched with delight at the memories of the most slutty experience she had ever had. She could almost feel how that night began as one of the seven men undressed her and began to rub her nipples.

Marie's nipples were one of her most sensitive spots, and when they were played with or sucked, she was almost instantly aroused. Suddenly, Marie's eyes opened as she realized that she was not dreaming, but that her feelings of arousal were being caused by Peter's hand stroking her tits. She also realized that he had unbuttoned her blouse under the blanket and that her body was now at the mercy of this stranger. The fact that Peter was a stranger was one of the greatest thrills for Marie.

She had fucked many strangers since her first experience so many years before, and it always excited her to know that they were anonymous men who only wanted her body. And Marie was always willing to allow them to do whatever they wanted with her body. For those few hours, she was theirs - she was their possession, and she wanted to feel the humiliation of being used by these strangers. Now, she knew that she could not resist Peter, and that she would do anything he wanted. In fact, she was sure that she knew exactly what he wanted.

Marie moved slightly so that her head rested on Peter's leg, and swiftly pressed her mouth between his legs. Peter took his hand from Marie's nipple, covered her head with the blanket, and silently unzipped his pants. Marie could feel the heat rising from his swollen cock, and her mouth nuzzled it trying to make it poke out from his pants. Peter's hand released his cock, and Marie took it into her mouth. She licked it slowly, and she wanted to prolong the moment before she could take him completely into her warm and wet mouth. Marie's cunt was almost as wet as her mouth as she sucked this stranger's cock in such a public place, and she slid one hand into her panties so that she could rub her shaved cunt.

Marie knew that Peter would not be able to last long because of the thrill of having his cock sucked in a darkened aircraft. It was not quite the mile-high club, but it was perhaps even more exciting because they could be discovered at any moment. Marie longed to taste his cum as he spurted into her mouth because she had not been able to get away from her work for more than a month. She felt so needy, and she craved the feeling of being used by a stranger, and now her craving was being satisfied in such an unexpected manner. Marie sucked harder and as she licked the underside of his cock head she could feel the tension building up inside Peter's balls. Her feeling of being a slut was about to be satisfied as he erupted into her mouth. Marie greedily drank down Peter's cum as if she was a thirsty traveler in the desert. Indeed, she was thirsty for the taste of cum, which she had not had for more than a month because the last stranger she had fucked had wanted to cum on her face and not in her mouth, so she had only managed to lick a few drops as they ran down her face.

Peter slumped forward as he relaxed after cumming. His hands stroked Marie's hair and he whispered so that only she could hear him, "you are such a good slut." Marie was so proud to hear those words of praise. She was a slut, she needed to be a slut, and she wanted to be a slut forever. In her mind, she repeated over and over again, "slut wife, nasty, dirty woman, only here for men to use" and she hoped that there would be many more men who wanted to use her as she slowly buttoned her blouse and felt Peter put his cock back and zip up his pants.