Vegas Changes: Arabian Delight Chapter 2 Part 1

Jeff stood stunned at his doorways as he looked at the woman in front of him.

“Hi, I’m Lilith, your new neighbor from next door,” Layla or Lilith greeted him.

Jeff looked at the woman from the top to bottom and had a weird expression on his face. The Arab woman was wearing a hijab headscarf on her head. Something commonly used by muslim women. He knew well that even if someone was wearing a headscarf, they weren't always the most devout or good Muslim. But this woman in front of her wasn’t shy or hiding the fact that she was not a good muslim woman.

Aside from her headscarf, the rest of her clothing could be considered quite revealing and showed a generous amount of skin. She was wearing a bold bandage lattice mini dress, it covered her front, just the front part and it was not even fully covering it, Jeff could still see some side part of her big boobs spilled out, and not covered by the clothing. Her side and upper portion of back was only covered with criss-cross of strap, giving onlookers a peek of her skin here and there. Jeff noticed that Layla wasn’t even bothered to wear a bra.

Layla’s shapely legs was clad in black nylon stocking, and 5-inches fuck-me-heels. Thanks to her heels, the minidress she wore looked even shorter.

After a moment, Jeff realized how obvious he was with his stare, and finally responded to the woman awkwardly “Uhm…hello, how can I help you?”

“Ever since I moved to this place a week ago, I noticed that you had been holding a lot of loud parties and invited some…whorish looking women.”

_Here comes the nagging. _Jeff thought. He had faced a lot of complaints since he started hosting all those parties. He was already used to it and honestly, he was tired of hearing it, so he had learned how to respond to it effectively.

“If you want to complain about anything, just don’t waste your time. It’s my right to hold the party, and I didn't break any law. If you can’t stand it, it’s not my problem, it’s yours, maybe install better sound insulation in your house,” Jeff interjected before Layla even started her nagging.

“Oh no, I’m not about to stop you, my only protest is why did you not invite me?” Lilith replied.

“Sorry, I thought you are the type that hates a sex party like this.”

This actually wasn’t the first time Jeff saw Layla and her family. Being their direct neighbor, he was curious as to who moved in Fred’s house this time. Before Layla’s family, the previous resident was Fred’s sugar baby and a few of her friends. They were fun party girls that Jeff often invited to his party, unfortunately, a month ago, they moved out. Fred said they had graduated from their universities, and Fred had helped them meet the right person who will take care of their future. It was quite a weird wording to say that Fred helped them to find work, but Jeff didn’t pursue the topic further. Fred then said to him that the house would not be vacant for long. It put his anticipation up, and a week ago, the house finally got a new occupant. Jeff was expecting another batch of sex bratty sugar babies of Fred, but when he saw his new neighbor, he saw an Arab family of fours. A married couple and their two daughters. When Jeff first saw the women in Layla’s family, they were wearing a fully covered dress and hijab headscarf. They were pretty different from the previous resident of the house who would always appear in a bold, slutty getup. He didn’t know what Fred thought, but Jeff was losing interest in Layla’s family after that first impression.

Until today, his impression was overturned by how Layla looked. A memory suddenly flashed in his mind, back then, the sugar baby of Fred and her friends also looked like a bunch of good, boring girls when he first met them, but they gradually showed their slutty nature to Jeff. It had been so long that Jeff forgot about it, and could only remember that they were looking so slutty. Lilith had made him remember all those details he had forgotten.

Jeff didn’t think that there was something wrong with how these women had a shift in personality. He only attributed their change to him being too hasty to judge them by how they look initially and just didn’t know them well enough. And Jeff certainly didn’t have any complaint if these women turned out to be a big slut. He loved slutty women. He wanted to spend his life partying with slut and whore.

“Hate is a strong word. But, you aren’t entirely wrong. Back in our previous place, I won’t engage in such activity, not because I hate it, it's more cultural reasoning I guess, but we are in vegas now, I should adapt to Vegas’ culture. I had been learning how to act like a Vegas’ girl, but never had a chance to act it out. I waited for your invitation, but I realize I won’t get it after a week without me taking initiative. So here, I am, inviting myself to your party. May I come in?”

Jeff quickly put a smile on his face, “of course, I will not refuse a pretty lady to grace my party. Come in, let me escort you. May I?”

Jeff offered his hand to her, a gentlemanly gesture. In some Islamic teachings, if a woman had already married, physical contact such as hand holding with a man that wasn’t her spouse, and family might be considered off limits. Layla was those who followed that kind of rule, she had ‘minimize contact as few as possible’ rule from any man who wasn’t her husband, but Lilith couldn’t care less about such rules. She even went further than accepting his invitation, she hugged his arm, making them look like they were close to each other.

“I’m yours, mister.” Lilith whispered in a sultry tone.

“Right this way.”

All the eyes in the room were on Lilith when she entered the room with Jeff. There were around twenty people in the room aside from her and Jeff. The women were outnumbering the men. With Jeff counted, there were around 7 men, and 14 women in the women. The men were of various ages, from one who looked like they were just a college boy to one elderly man with graying hair.

“Attention on me, everybody. I want to introduce the beautiful lady here to you, please give a nice welcome to Lilith. I hope you all will take care of her because she wants the full Vegas experience.”

Jeff’s announcement was responded with applause and wolf whistle from others in the room.

“Enjoy the party, Madam. I need to pick something first, you can mingle with the guys and girls, they will show you the ropes on how to be a genuine Vegas slut.”

Jeff walked out of the room, but it seemed his absence didn’t affect the party at all.

He is the host and the man of the house. He should be the center of the party.

Someone had noticed Lilith's confusion and approached her. An elderly man in his late 50's. His hair was cut neatly; he looked like a graceful silver fox with graying hair. The sign of aging like wrinkles were on his face, but it didn’t stop him exuded his charismatic aura. He was the only one dressed in a suit where other men were wearing more casual attire. He was an oasis of finesse amongst the slutty sirens around him.

“Don’t worry about Jeff. He often missed half the party, but he will come back here to clean up the mess at the end of night.”

“Is that so?” Lilith was still having a little doubt.

“Do you want to know a secret?”

Lilith nodded her head.

The man leaned forward, and whispered to her, “Jeff actually is in his study room. He surveys what is happening in this room through all the cameras there. Jeff is a dirty voyeur. He love watching people fucking more than actually does the thing himself. Do you know what a cuck is? Jeff is one. He’s a pathetic cuck.”

Fred changed her personality, but Lilith didn’t get the knowledge along with her new slutty self. Lilith had the exact knowledge as Layla about sexual stuff. She didn’t know much about fetish and kink aside from what she did with Jamil, her husband.

“What a cuck?” She blurted out.

The man had a surprised expression for a moment, but then after he looked at her attire once more, he understood why Lilith didn’t know what a cuck was.

“A cuck is a man who derived pleasure from having his beloved one got stolen and fucked by others, acknowledging his inadequacy and letting his wife be conquered by a better man. Are you married, Lilith?”

She nodded her head once more.

“Does your husband know you are here?” The elderly gentleman asked.

“No,” She answered. She and Fred had meticulously planned so all her family members were occupied and didn’t know that Layla had come to Jeff’s party tonight.

“You should try to tell your husband, maybe your husband is a cuck like Jeff. You probably don’t expect that a hunk, handsome man like Jeff is actually a pathetic voyeuristic cucks, so who knows, maybe your husband had hid some secret kink as well. Do him a favor so he can open up to you about his kink, ” said the man

Lilith just chuckled. Her husband Jamil was quite traditional in terms of familial and bed dynamics. He was as vanilla as he could be. But after the elderly man said it, she felt there was some truth in the man’s words. She never expected that a good-looking man like Jeff was a voyeuristic cuck, she thought that a man like him would not have a hard time getting a woman. Lilith recalled an old saying, ‘you never know what is inside a man’s heart.’ What he usually showed and what fetish he actually had could be so different.

_Maybe I should really do Jamil a favor and ask him directly like that man said. _Lilith contemplated.

“And how rude of me, I have said a lot, but I haven’t introduced myself, you can call me Sir Ian Travis.”

The mature gentleman extended his hand for a handshake. Lilith responded by shaking his hand.

“Just like Jeff’s introduction, you can call me Lilith. Nice to meet you, Ian.”

The gentlemen suddenly frowned, “Don’t just call me Ian, call me Sir Ian. The honorific is important, do you understand, missy?”

His aura overwhelmed her. It's like she was in the presence of her master, Fred.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Next, tell your real name. I’m pretty sure Muslim like you won’t have Lilith as your name. I prefer to call others using their real name, it will make us feel more intimate.”

Ian pressed her further.

“It’s Layla…My real name is Layla Hadid,” Layla answered nervously.

“Layla…If I’m not wrong, it means night in Arabic, right?”

Layla nodded. She was quite surprised that the man knew her name's meaning. “Yes, sir, you are correct.”

“I travelled the world a lot, and picked some knowledge along the way. Let me impress you some more; I am Jeff’s boss. Jeff may be the host of this party, but I’m the one in control of how this party goes. If you want to learn to be a lady of Vegas, I’m the best here.”

“Really?”

“I will show you.”

Ian unbuckled his pants and let it drop to the floor. It was the second time today that someone aside from her husband showed her their cocks. She was less shocked about the cock but was more curious as to why nobody else reacted to how Ian just dropped his pants in the open. Her eyes darted across the room, some looked toward her with intrigued expression but didn’t move from their place, and some even ignored what was happening and were busy flirting with others.

Stupid me. It’s that kind of party. Those girls here looked like a streetwalker for a reason. They must have seen scenes like this so many times, they were used to it. This is an sex party. An orgy party. Layla realized.

“Surprised? Am I bigger than your husband? This white cock will fuck and tame you,” Ian asked, thinking that Layla was stunned by his cock.

Unfortunately for him, she had been tamed by others first.

“My pussy is off limit for now, even for you, sir. I don’t want someone I just know to fuck me in the pussy, but in exchange, how about I give you my anal virginity? Try to proof that you are better fuck than my hubby, maybe next time I will let your cock try to tame my pussy, Sir.” Layla teased him.

“Feisty bitch, not many dare to negotiate with me, but I accept your challenge.”

“How does my cock feel, bitch?” Ian asked in a smug tone.

This was the first time Layla had anything inserted into her ass. She thought that it won’t be much different from pussy penetration, but it ended up different from what she imagined. It was in a different level of pain and discomfort compared to pussy penetration. She felt like her inside was forcefully pried apart and expanded by the man’s cock. Yet, it’s not all pain and discomfort she felt, there was a strong sense of relief and pleasure interchanged with each other. She felt light-headed and all the weight she had in her mind gone as the man kept thrusting his cock inside her ass.

“Fuck, it’s painful, but it felt so good,” Layla moaned.

The man moved his hip faster and harder, “Had I prove that I am a better fuck than your husband?”

“Ugh…” Layla only responded the question with a grunt

“I will consider that a yes.”

The man continued teasing her, “How many children do you have with your husband? Because I thinking of giving you another one if I am given chance to fuck you in the pussy.”

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she was able to answer the elderly man quite clearly this time. “Two…two girls.”

“Two girls? Are they as slutty as their mom? Or are they good girls clueless that their mom is a slut?” Ian’s interest was piqued as he heard that Layla had two daughters.

They were good girls, her youngest, Yasmin, was a bit rebellious but Layla considered she raised her well, and it was just a phase, but their days as good girls would not last any longer as her Master had his eyes on them, they would probably turn as slutty as her soon. Aaliyah was ‘fortunate’ enough that she had stayed at her friend’s home today because of a university project, but she had sent Yasmin to Fred before she came to Jeff’s place.

Before she could answer him, she felt that his cock throbbed inside her ass. Her mind went blank as both of them orgasmed at the same time.

The last thought that Layla had before succumbing to orgasm was ‘What kind a slut would Master Fred turn her daughters into?’

Continued into the next part >>>

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