I loved her and had made the mistake of telling her.
We had met when I taught her. She had dark impenetrable eyes and the most sensuous voice. Her hands were a pretty shape with sharp nails that she liked to paint brightly. I was an English teacher in Saudi so that was about all I knew of her. She was some kind of princess who washed in money. She came to class veiled but when she moved her body slinked and swayed beneath her black gown, or abaya, so I knew she had full breasts, slender waist and wide hips. She bewitched me. Her name was Aisha.
She had taken my email address thinking she could practise her English. I remember giving it to her and how her perfume got me giddy as she leant over my desk. We communicated by email for a few months. When I woke up she was there. She followed me around all day and curled up in my bed at night. I was obsessed. It did not help that everywhere I went every girl I saw was dressed in the same black abaya. Every time I saw anyone I would peer at them, hoping it was her.
So I told her that I loved her by email. She phoned me and laughed at me and told me to leave her alone. My heart broke.
It was three weeks after that that her sister Reha came to my class. They had the same eyes but her sister was not as clever or talkative. One day after class she approached me. She was smiling with her eyes and she handed me a letter. It was from Aisha. It said simply, on pink paper 'I will see you. The Cherry Tree. 8 pm.'
I pondered the note carefully. Aisha had good English. Did she mean to write 'I want to see you' or was she giving an order, making a promise? Obviously my heart jumped at the chance to go.
I was wearing my best clothes and trying to feel calm sitting outside in the hot night. Aisha and Reha arrived together, almost identical but Reha was slightly shorter. They sat with me and we talked. We had been talking about nothing special for about an hour when abruptly the two sisters started to talk to each other in Arabic. I did not know what was going on. I felt uncomfortable suddenly. They were giggling together and shooting glances my way so I knew they were laughing at me. I started to blush but then Aisha turned to look at me.
'Sorry, we were just discussing if you could come back to visit us at out house. Would you like to come?'
I gulped. I felt lucky and nervous too. Of course I said yes and that was my fate sealed.
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The moment the door closed behind us everything changed. In the car they had been chatting and sweet and innocent. Aisha went in first and then me and then Reha. Reha closed the door and Aisha spun and kneed me hard in the balls. I crumpled up on the floor in agony and Reha's abaya brushed my face as she stepped over me. They stood side by side black eyes angry blazing down at me. I groaned and lay curled up, too frightened to move. Then Reha ordered me to strip and when I did nothing she kicked me in the belly. I was winded. Her sister crouched down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up to look at her. 'Strip,' she said and pushed my head down so it bounced on the floor. I obeyed but stopped when I got to my pants from shame. I was still on the floor, there was too much pain to get up. My face was red from the shame of wriggling at their feet. I noticed Aisha had on red shoes with high heels. I wanted to grab her knees and beg for mercy. She was so beautiful.
When she saw I had stopped undressing Reha turned to Aisha and said something in Arabic and Aisha laughed. It was a cold sound. Aisha kicked me, catching my cheek and knocking my head back. Then Reha took a kick. They kept taking it in turns to kick me and they were laughing the whole time. I curled up and tried to protect myself but there was nothing I could do. Twice I tried to get to my feet but they pushed me down. I don't know how long it lasted.
Eventually they stopped. Perhaps they were bored. They each grabbed a leg and dragged me into a room. I could not resist. There was a bed and they flung me onto it. Aisha removed my pants and flicked at my penis. To my shame I began to get erect. She giggled and grabbed my cock and gave it a few strokes. She pulled up her abaya to just above her knees and straddled me. She rubbed her bottom against my penis. 'You like this?' she teased. I was very aroused. I felt awful: my body was in agony but I felt desire like never before.
Reha had moved to my feet and I barely noticed her tie them tightly together. She then tied my legs to the foot of the beg before making another tight loop around my knees. Aisha lifted herself off me and flipped me over onto my tummy. Reha came to my head and began to stroke my face. It was gentle, tender even. I looked into her eyes and felt myself drawn in. They were dark and deep and very beautiful. I wanted to see the rest of her face and even to kiss her passionately but she terrified me too.
Meanwhile Aisha had grabbed my wrists and forced them behind my back, tying them together. Suddenly, as if from an unspoken signal, they both stepped away from me and left the room in unison. I found myself naked and trussed on a bed laid with red satin sheets. I could roll over, which was about all, but every movement sent bolts of pain through me. My cock was hard and bobbing about and I desperately wanted the girls to come back, even after how they had beaten and humiliated me.
After about five minutes they were back. I had been lying on my back so I saw first Aisha and then Reha come into the room. They were both still veiled but they had changed their abayas. They were still hidden inside black bags but the gowns had open ovals so I could see their full breasts snug inside bras. Aisha's breast were bigger, held in a low cut red and black bra that pushed them together to make a deep inviting cleavage. Her skin was milk chocolate. I gaped. My cock jumped. Reha's skin was darker and her breasts smaller slightly. Her bra was green satin. They sashayed towards me and separated to either side of the bed. I could not take my eyes off Aisha. I loved her so deeply though I could not believe what was happening.
