Chapter 1

Under the breath of air conditioning turned on to its maximum of fresh air, the small drops of sweat beading down Alison’s body evaporated slowly. She felt revived after the terrible heat which had taken her breath away, a moment ago when getting off the plane, on the tarmac still overheated at the airport despite the late hour. Then there had been the endless customs wait, and the baggage conveyor belt, which kept dragging along, jostling suitcases always coming from a flight other than hers. The temperature was surely about 45 degrees. In America, where Alison is from, it’s still much colder at this time of the year. The group had landed at the hotel well after midnight. Shirts and dresses glued to the body by strong perspiration. Shiny faces, slightly haggard eyes. Tense weariness in the face of new formalities to be filled with employees whose main concern seemed to be to study each passport with the slowness that is reserved for reading the entire Quran. If the owner of the passport is a busty blonde like Alison, the passport control( or body ogling!) is longer.

Finally, young boys were woken up to take care of luggage, find keys, allocate rooms after long discussions in poor English. Alison hadn’t been too picky when the upstairs boy opened the door to a room with moldy yellow walls. She had opened her bag and pulled out an Egyptian one pound banknote. The boy was delighted. For Alison, at last she can start enjoying her holiday.

Alison is a 19-year-old blonde beauty with lovely brown eyes and her blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. She stands at 1 m 72 with 36 DD boobs, a round ass and slim waist. She’s just gorgeous. After a hard first year at California Polytechnic University, Alison decided to spend some deserved holidays in Egypt, far away from her routine life, to forget her books and especially her ex-boyfriend who was a jerk. However, her best friend Mel couldn’t come with her because her grandmother is ill so she had decided to look after her. So Alison was here was now alone in Egypt spending her first holiday abroad.

After the boy had left, Alison got rid of her dress, her bra and her sandals, keeping only her panties. Before going to bed, she decided, in a last burst of will, to open her suitcase, leaving what needed to be suspended so as not to wrinkle them further after hours of compression. Being an organized and careful girl, she put away everything neatly. She went to explore the bathroom, amazed to find that the taps on the sink weren’t working and that the rubber carpet in the shower was strewn with the hair of the previous occupant. She almost went to bed immediately, reassured to find the bed sheets, at least, were clean, but she remembered the promise made to Mel: a postcard everyday. She sat at the wooden table and took out a letterhead, since there was no postcard. “Egyptian Hotels Co, Cairo- El Nil Hotel Address Cornish El Nil, Cairo, Egypt.” Just as she was finishing her postcard, she suddenly shivered, only realizing that a curious feeling of cold was seizing her back. She put her hand to it, surprised by the almost icy contact of the skin against her palm. A good point anyway for the hotel: the air conditioner worked perfectly.

She walked towards the metallic object which vibrated with all its screws in the wall and began to undulate in front of it, bending down, turning, arching, going up, to offer each part of her body in turn to the beneficial flow. When she thought she was completely try, she went to the window and opened it, just to take her hand out and feel the outside temperature. Returning her hand inside she realized that already, in a few seconds, drops of sweat had started to bead on her skin. Outside it was like a furnace. In the middle of the night...

Her blonde figure passed in front of the wall mirror facing the window and she bent, wide hips, round buttocks, sexy legs and round breasts bouncing between her arms as she pulled her sheets. She slipped into her bed with a shiver: the air conditioning was getting almost too cold. She curled up between the sheets, almost regretting not having a blanket and immediately felt that, despite everything, she was going to fall asleep very quickly.

Alison had already fallen in a deep sleep when the door to her room started to open slowly. A dark hand with big and rough fingers pushed the door. The face appeared behind the door, breathing in the scent of the blonde American girl. The man remained still for a moment, paying attention to any noise that might be coming from the room. After he was sure that the girl was sleeping, the man opened the door further, allowing the light from the corridor to enter the room, so he could see what he wanted to. Ibrahim smiled, his most secret fantasy is going to become true. Ibrahim, 50 years old, is the maintenance officer at the hotel where Alison was staying. He is a quite ugly and fat man with a beard, mustache and hairy ears. In fact, his whole body is quite hairy! But you don’t need to be the most handsome man on earth to work in maintenance at a hotel, do you? in fact, Ibrahim is quite good at his job and his boss already likes him very much because of the professionalism he has shown so far. Thanks to his devotion to his job and the trust of his boss, Ibrahim has a duplicate of all keys to the rooms of the hotel. But Ibrahim has a dark side to him, not known to anyone, not even his relatives or closest friends. You see, Ibrahim is always horny and he is obsessed by women, especially the sexy, slim and busty ones!

Being an ugly man, women are not attracted to Ibrahim. Especially in a conservative society like Egypt, things get even more complicated when a man wants to meet women. Until the end of the reign of former president Hosni Mubarak, Ibrahim could find ways to satisfy, at least partly, his sexual needs.

He would spend his free time travelling on crowded buses, always trying to place himself behind a woman. He would slowly let his cock touch the woman’s ass and, with the movement of the bus helping, he would rub himself against the woman until he ejaculated. Sometimes he would even try to touch a woman’s breasts because Ibrahim can’t resist the sight of big, round tits! At home Ibrahim would masturbate by reliving in his mind the day when he molested a teenage girl on a bus. He was already on the bus when the girl got on and stood in front of Ibrahim. He immediately noticed her big breasts under her dark and long dress. Ibrahim spend the whole trip behind the girl, mauling her breasts and rubbing his cock against her ass. The more the girl tried to move away from him the more he got excited. He managed to ejaculate before the girl got off the bus. She never complained or said anything because in Egypt women who get molested suffer in silence as it is considered the woman’s fault by society if a woman ever complains publicly being molested, not even the police would help her.

Once in a while Ibrahim would have his lucky day: a blonde tourist alone or with another girl. One day Ibrahim was waiting at the bus stop, of course, in search of a ‘prey’, when he saw two women approaching. One of them was old, probably the mother, but all his attention was focused on the younger one: blonde, long hair, beautiful face, nice body and, above all, big boobs! The sight of those bouncing tits was enough to give Ibrahim a boner. The women stopped at the bus stop, speaking in a language he didn’t understand. He decided to follow them, no matter which bus they would get on. He would follow them to hell just to get a feel of those bouncing puppies! Later that day, back home, he would jerk off many times thinking of that blonde. He couldn’t do anything with his hands because though the girl had her back against Ibrahim’s crotch, the older woman was facing her daughter so any movement of his hands would be seen by the mother. So all his attention was focused on his dick rubbing slightly against the blonde’s ass. Even if it was frustrating he couldn’t get a feel of those puppies, he was enjoying the round butt of the blonde, thank you Allah the roads of Egypt are quite bumpy!

Unfortunately, president Mubarak was forced to resign after huge crowds protested in the streets of Cairo against 30 years of dictatorship and demanded better jobs, better pay, etc. Consequently, a new government and a new president were chosen and soon things began to change in Egypt.