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Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 01

By: Scheherazade88



London Heathrow, March 2010: "Passengers on BA flight 237 to Damascus, please make your way to the departure gate A10 for boarding." Suhair took one finial glance at England and headed to the departure gate, unaware of what would greet her when she arrived in Syria.

Suhair Abdul-Hamid was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was slender but not skinny, and was always fashionably dressed. Suhair was raised in a middle class Syrian diaspora family in London. She graduated from the University of Cambridge, where she read and received degrees in Physics, Chemistry and Mathematics. It was always an inspiration, as well as, a privilege studying at the same university and college as Isaac Newton and Stephen Hawking. 

Suhair was one of the few females to do this subject -- and she proved more than a match for her male colleges. Studious, hard-working, neat, punctual and never handed an assignment in late or missed a day's class. She loved Sci-Fi, she was an avid viewer of Doctor Who, X-Files, Star Trek and many others. She would attend Sci-Fi conventions -- but she would surprise many, as she did not look like a typical geek. She was quite hot, beautiful, fashionable and very sociable. She had a great laugh and enjoyed telling jokes and could be very easy to talk to and down to earth. 

But in addition to her geeky interests, she also enjoyed reading romance novels and watching 'chick-flicks'. She could melt while reading Pride and Prejudice or Anna Karenina. After graduating from Cambridge she went on to do a Master's at Imperial College London, carrying out research in General Relativity, especially black holes and time. Her intelligence made you respect her -- and it was here she met Andrew. Andrew was a redhead Scots man who was steadily making a name for himself in the Geography and Geology department. He was five-years older than Suhair and was in his finial year of a PhD. 

Suhair had very little romance in her personal life. Not enough time for boys, and most guys were idiots. They were intimidated by Suhair with her strong and assertive personality. But not Andrew. He was different from the other guys. He was intelligent, geeky, interesting and not pushy. Suhair had never put out sexually, she wanted to keep her virginity for a special guy. She began to wonder whether Andrew was that guy. The relationship was for the most part platonic, but there was kissing and holding hands. 

It was a difficult relationship for the most part. Andrew was an Atheist and Suhair was a liberal, even progressive Muslim. She identified heavily with the high and humanistic morals, ethics and code of conduct. She tried to fast during Ramadan, but did not pray very often. She also enjoyed drinking socially. She knew she wanted to marry some day, but had no problem with long-term relationships and was open to the possibility of co-habitation.

Andrew for all his brilliance, could be childish and arrogant. He would always try to tease her over religious belief, that he thought he could understand. He extensively quoted from Richard Dawkings and Sam Harris both of whom Suhair loathed. She regarded them as unscientific morons who used and abused scientific language to disguise unscientific and irrational beliefs. Apart from this Andrew had a darker side, he was a possible fetishist he seemed to love Lady Gaga, who Suhair reviled as smut. Once, when Suhair was on Andrew's laptop, she checked his internet history and found that he had visited BDSM websites. gross, Suhair thought.

After two-years the relationship fell apart. No sex made Andrew grumpy. He eventually broke it off with her and went on a research trip to a Icelandic volcano. Fine by Suhair. He was always difficult. Plus it would have caused strain with Suhair's family. They had been broadly accepting of Suhair dating, but would have had a hard time accepting a marriage to an atheist. 

Living a very middle-class English life-style and speaking in an English accent gave you the impression of a very integrated girl. But Suhair had another side to her, she was Syrian and Arab. She could speak Syrian Arabic well, although her Modern Standard Arabic was dire. She decided to go back to Syria and teach, because she wanted to feel a part of something and that she was giving back. But there was a problem which made Suhair nervous about going to Syria.

Suhair's family was marked by the Mukhbarat (Secret Police) in Syria. Suhair's father side of the family originate from Hama, the Syrian central city. Suhair's Grandfather had moved to Damascus and her father was raised there. But in his student days, he had been a member of the Syrian Muslim Brothers or the Brotherhood, an outlawed Islamist party in Syria. Suhair's father was in the Damascus branch but had lapsed from being a member in the mid-1970's. However, her uncles in Hama continued being active members.

They were part of the 'Hama clan' and were involved in an uprising against the secular Ba'athist regime. One uncle, Samir, was killed in the 1982 siege of Hama. Samir had left the brotherhood in the late 70's and joined a more radical violent group and these different groups staged a violent uprising against the regime. They 'liberated' the city of Hama, but the regime only laid siege to it. After taking the city, the regime went on to kill 20-30,000 people in the city as part of a collective punishment. Samir was killed in this punishment when his home was shelled. 

Despite being staged by various groups many of whom were not part of the brotherhood the regime blamed the Muslim Brotherhood exclusively for the uprising and they began hunting down its member across the country. Suhair's other uncle, Dawood, was arrested and executed in a prison in Palmyra. No one was safe, not even Suhair's father, he decided to flee and seek asylum in Britain. He had only recently married, Alia, Suhair's mother. She was from a middle-class Damascene souk trading family. She was beautiful and a singer but she gave up dreams of pursing singing when she married Suhair's father. 

Suhair was not very political and tried not to think about it. Instead, as she sat on the plane, she started reading her 'ideas notebook'. She wrote things and observations down of interest in here. She started reading an entry she wrote a few months before about the possibility of time travel. It was very detailed and noted that we were all time-travelers in a small way. It examined Einstein's relativity and theories relating to the speed of light.

The moment arrived, Suhair's flight had landed in Damascus. "Here goes nothing" Suhair thought, she didn't know if she would be arrested or interrogated as she entered the country and was in a nervous disposition. But she went through Passport control and nothing happened. They stamped her passport and said nothing. Suhair was relieved and now a sense of excitement overtook her. She had never been to Syria before. 

The first thing that greeted her were pictures of Hafez, Bashar and Mahar Al-Assad. A reminder of who ran this country, but Suhair pushed it out and awaited the arrival of her auntie Suzie. Suzie was in her late fifties and had four adult children. She was widowed 15 years ago, when her husband died of cancer. He had worked in the Ministry of Transport and his pension just barely covered expenses. 

Aunty Suzie had two daughters and two sons. Her oldest child, Ahmed 32, worked as a diplomat in the Syrian Foreign Service. He was currently on a posting in France, which he loved. He was a francophone, speaking fluent French and he loved French literature, films, art and music. He was married to a French Woman, called Christine and they had two children together. 

Her youngest son, Mahmoud 20, was just starting his compulsory military service. Despite being young, Mahmoud was stocky, relatively well-built and 5"10 in height. He had been selected for one of the toughest regiments that conscripts soldiers could get into. However, her two daughters were more problematic.

There was 29 year old Amal. She was bohemian, artistic and creative. She was a painter, sculpture, film-maker and writer. She had married Zain who was also an artist but he was also an Alawite from Latakia. This raised eye-brows in the family and lead to salacious gossip. It was often (falsely) rumoured that he was related to the President of Syria. To make matters worse Amal use to do edge stuff in her artwork. She had made films and dramas about Female genital mutilation, extremism, poverty and corruption. 

Aunt Suzie's youngest daughter, Fatima 25, was a good girl who worked as a sectary. But her husband was useless -- a gambler and a drunk. He was Palestinian from Yarmouk. 

For all intents and purposes, Suhair would be living with Suzie. After passing through security. she could see her aunt waving over at her. They greeted by hugging and kissing. The greeting goes on forever as Suzie asks Suhair how everyone in England is doing. Finally, they drove to Suzie's modern apartment located in Kafai Sussiya, a wealthy district in Damascus. 

It's a cute place and Suhair gets her own room since all of Suzie's children have left home. Suzie is from Suhair's mother's family and like much of her mother's family is liberal and resides in Damascus. On Suhair's first night-she got to meet some of her extended family. And for the first time she got too see how diverse they were and several of her cousins became her good friends over time. 

On Suhair's first night all the female cousins gathered and began catching-up with one another. They talked well into the night and as is custom they began talking about their sex lives and exchanging tips. Which surprised and bemused Suhair who was not used to this. 

Eight women being very explicit was a lot for Suhair to bear. Six of them were married and they dominated discussion. There was Mariam, who was the most pious and religious one in the group. She was a Hafez and had done religious studies and was now a teacher of religious studies at school. Her father was a prominent Islamic Sheikh, who was favoured by the regime for his conservative credentials and his pragmatic approach to the ruling regime. He was a professor of religion, jurisprudence, theology, exegesis and had ambitions to became the lead Imam at the Ummayad Mosque. To get to this position he pledged allegiance to the ruling Ba'ath party and he was personally vetted by the Syrian Intelligence agencies.

But despite all of this Mariam was the most revealing. Her husband, who was a Kurdish businessman, was very experimentive when it came to sex. Mariam told everyone about his appetite he quite liked Femdom, role-playing and masturbation. He had a foot fetish and he would make Mariam wear high-heels. He would get Mariam to handcuff him, strip him naked and force him to lay on the floor. Mariam would walk and stand over him in black high heel shoes, mini skirt and tight sleeveless shirt. She would kick him and force him to lick her heels.

Mariam would insult him and call him dirty names as she did it. She would even smoke and burn cigarettes into her husband. She would masturbate his penis by rubbing her high-heels into it. She would also walk on him in her high heels. Her husband was a big, successful, strong man and so being humiliated is what he liked. He also liked his penis to be insulted so Mariam would complain how sexually weak he was and how small he was. Once, he bought her a 12 inch pink dildo from Germany and he made her use it in-front of him. She would insult him as she used it saying this German satisfied her more than him. She had such a filthy mouth on her. 

Of course, He also had a thing for Latex and Mariam had a range of outfits. Suhair couldn't help but be impressed at the ranges everything from catsuits, mini skirts, tops, leggings and others. But his favorite was to be urinated on Mariam would tie him to the ground and masturbate over his face. She always peed on him and if he didn't sit still Mariam's whip could take care of him. Some days, he just liked to lick the soles of Mariam's heels or in and out Mariam's leather boots. Mariam would also give him a hand-job on latex gloves.

This was perhaps more than Suhair wanted to know. But it didn't stop there. Another cousin called Amal said her husband was the opposite. He liked to dominate her. Her husband had a thing for Japanese anime and made her dress-up as a school girl. She would act Innocently, while he took advantage of her. He even used a ball-gag to stop her from screaming (as part of the role play). He also had a thing for cumming on her face -- sometimes referring to her as 'cream face princess'.

Suhair begged that this evening would be over, although it was fascinating to her. She couldn't get over how weird it all was. But the real talk was about beautiful blonde Suha. She was engaged to Tarek Bushaq, who was an up-and-coming entrepreneur and stock broker. He had made a fortune in Saudi Arabia and now owned land and property in Syria, Saudi Arabia and Germany. Not bad for a 28-year old. His surname Bushaq indicates that his family originate from the Balkans in Eastern Europe. And it showed -- he was a heart-throb with his white skin, piercing blue-eyes, dark-blonde hair and 6 foot height.

Suha who looked like she could have been from the Balkans too (but who wasn't), told the group about Tarek and his demands. Suha had been careful not to lose her virginity to him yet. But she had kept him satisfied she had given him anal whenever he wanted. Also blowjobs, and handjobs. She shared the details of the first time she had experienced anal with Tareq. It was a painful experiencebut worth it. At the sight of her naked butt, Tareq, would get over-excited and slide his 9-inches in too quickly. He would shout 'aaahh' as he was doing itbut Suha would scream 'aaahhhh'. He then pounded away. 

But it was nothing Suha couldn't handle. And it was a relief that after 10-minutes he would cum. For ten minutes all he could hear was animalistic screams and cries and hard humping. The desk Suha leaned over would shake violently. Suha begging for mercy. But it was all worth it. 

When the evening was done, Suhair breathed a sigh of relief. It was a lot for one evening. The next day and in the days to come Suhair went on exploring Damascus. She went to the Old City, which was surrendered by ancient walls and gates. Damascus is the oldest continually inhabited city, the streets of old Damascus are in the Bible. 5,000 years of history and civilization that you could feel everywhere. Whether it was on a 'Street Called Straight' or at ancient Christian tombs or at Muslim religious sites -- you felt it. 

Suhair sat in a cafe, where she listened to the traditional Hakiwaiti or storyteller telling classical stories from the Arabian Nights and others. But for all the delights of this ancient city, there was a constant disturbing reality that plagued the country. And that was the fear of the Secret Police who many Syrians believed lived on every block. Suhair did not have a particularly paranoid mind-set but she knew she needed to watch what she said in public. 

Despite this, Syrians were more modern and liberal than she was expecting. Women wore what they liked and there were plenty of young couples holding-hands. Suhair would later learn that 50% of Syrians are aged 19 or younger making it a very youthful society. But growing up as a Middle-Class girl in London, Suhair had discovered that despite her fight against racism she had herself internalized many of the stereotypes about Arabs made by Westerners. Unconsciously, she believed that females were oppressed, that Arabs were lazy, authoritarian, useless and uneducated. 

Being in Syria helped her untangle these myths that she had unwittingly picked up on. It was hard at first. She felt homesick and these stereotypes would surface when she felt threatened which mostly was a result of being in a foreign environment. People fall back on mythical and romantic notions of themselves when they feel existentially threatened. They start believing they are some how superior without any reference to facts. Sometimes, Suhair felt restricted as a woman in this society, but then she began to wonder how much of this feeling was based on facts. Was the society really restricting her or was she psychologically placing these restrictions on herself?

Eventually, she soon overcame this and went on to do the work she had come to do. Suhair taught science in UN refugee schools and helped run an NGO which helped promote scientific learning in Syria. Suhair would amaze her students with details of black holes, the relativity of time and space, the splitting of the atom, parallel universes and of course how Quantum Physics worked. It was tricky, but she thinks she was able to explain the Paradox of having the same Atom in two different places at the same time. 

She would also remind her students that the Arabs use to be the masters of science and she taught mini-histories of the Houses of Wisdom in Baghdad. She would take field trips into the desert with a telescope and show her students how the transit of stars, planets and moons happened.

Once she was lecturing to science teachers at Damascus University as part of a science education conference. She was in the middle of explaining how the earth changed course and started spinning on its axis and the effects this had. She was also talking about continental drift. While, she was doing this a man walked into the lecture hall and to Suhair he immediately stood out. He was young and handsome and he sat at the back. Suhair tried not to notice him and continued to talk. 

Suhair kept glancing over at him and he seemed to be looking at her attentively. Suhair was thinking how amazing he looked. But she continued talking about how the Sahara turned from a jungle into a desert after the earth started spinning on its axis. 

The talk finished, Suhair was packing her stuff up and the mysterious young man approached her. 'Ahlan' he says in a smooth tone 'I really liked your talk about the formation of the continents. My name is Bashar and I am a medical student here. I saw this conference advertised and thought I would check it out". 

Suhair responds "Thanks for attending and your kind feedback. My name is Suhair, It is nice to meet you'. Bashar looks at her and says 'I take it from your accent you not from or were not raised in Syria'. Suhair was a little disappointed she had always thought her Arabic was a good as local. 'That obvious ha? Well, you're right. I am from London and I have only just moved here'. 

Bashar replies 'Welcome to Syria. Would you like to grab some coffee?' Suhair smiles a cute guy asks her out for coffee initially, she smiles flirtatiously, and offers slight resistance but eventually agrees. 5"10, green eyed, light olive-skin Bashar presents Suhair with dishy prospects. He is much better looking than Andrew and Suhair has always been romantically and sexually interested in the 'Arab man.' She secretly desires the idea of being told what to do by a strong assertive man.

They head to the canteen and start drinking coffee and talking. Suhair tells Bashar about her life and she learns that Bashar, 26, is originally an Alwaite from Homs. As Suhair is talking, Bashar is looking at Suhair's beautiful hair, lips and body. He likes what he sees and who could blame him? They then turn to relationships. Bashar claims to have never had a girlfriend and he listens to Suhair's relationship history with much interest. Bashar says "So, now that your back in Syria, do you have plans to meet nice Syrian guys?'. Suhair does not respond and instead blushes. 

"I will not beat about the bush, I like you, Suhair and I think you like me too. Why don't I take you out and we get to know-each-other?" Suhair is a little startled by the forwardness of his invitation, but she thinks to herself, "why on earth not?" Suhair has never been as happy as she is at this moment. 


Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 01



The relationship was largely a secret although Suhair's auntie knew that Suhair was seeing someone. The relationship gradually developed Suhair was prepared to go a little further than she had every done before. It started off with dirty talk over the phone, then in person. 

B "Ya Habibi, gaaaww, I am so hot and horny for you babes. If you were here now, I would fuck you in the ass. Gosh, you ass is beautiful. If there were an award for greats asses, yours would win." 

Suhair would giggle and try to brush his advances off and then say something leading. "Well, if you promise to be a good boy, I will let you help me do my morning stretches. I am very flexible."

This would continue for weeks. And then Suhair decided they could go a little bit further. One evening after dinner she decided to surprise him. Suhair says close your else, habibi, I have a surprise for that I think you will like. "Fazed by the request Bashar froze for a second, but with a few more urges from Suhair he relented and closed his eyes. Suhair then told him to lean his head back which he does.

Suhair now gentle moved towards Bashar's crotch area. Suhair is on her knees as Bashar sits back in his chair. She unzips his fly. She then undoes his belt and pulls his pants down. Bashar senses what is coming next and begins to smile and lick his lips with anticipation. Suhair now pulls down his underwear and now stares at Bashar's bulging cock. "There is only one thing I need to ask you, baby. Do you love me?"

Bashar immediately responds "Suhair, baby. I love you so much that it hurts me when we are apart. I want to be one with you."

Good answer Suhair thinks, she now looks down at Bashar's prospect and starts to lick her lips in anticipation. "ooh my, let me see what you are packing big boy. Show me what you got". Suhair can see Bashar's cock getting harder and she decides to help it along. She starts poking it with her warm fingers and giggles as she does so. Bashar is too overly excited to say anything. 

Suhair begins with a gentle tease. She pokes his cock some more and then begins to hold his cock in her hands. She pulls his cock upright and gets a good look at his balls. She starts to give him a hand job and begins to complement his penis. "oh, baby you're so smooth, so big. It looks delicious". She continues to tease him and to help his erection along. He lets off some erotic grunts and moans. As her left hand holds and squeezes his cock, Suhair sucks and spits on two fingers on her right hand. She then rubs the tip of his penis in with the wet fingers. After more grunts from her Bashar is now so excited and horny he lets of loud sexual grunts. He finally opens his eyes and looks down as see beautiful Suhair with her big blue eyes on all-fours with his cock in her hand. Such a sexy sight and he begs her for more.

Suhair teases him "I don't know, do you deserve more?" and she spit directly onto his cock and rubs him in. 

Bashar is so desperate now he screams "Yes!" 

Suhair asks him again "Who do you love?" 

Bashar responds "You baby".

Suhair then says "good" and pulls his throbbing cock up in the air and gently bites his balls. She then starts kissing and spitting on his balls and tries to swallow them. She starts to aggressively lick under his balls.

Bashar cries out "yes, yes". She then licks away at him and then decides to suck his cock to relieve his frustration.

She pushes back his foreskin and kisses his penis from top to bottom. She then kisses the tip and inserts his cock gradually. Inch by inch. She does this until she swallows the full length and shoves his cock down her throat. It creates a new Adams apple. This is harder to do than Suhair imaged, but she would spit it out and cough and say "So good". 

Suhair then has to swallow a lot of precum which went down her throat in huge lumps. Eventually, Suhair could taste a thick, white creamy substance on her tongue. Yes, Suhair had made Bashar cum. She quickly swallowed it and let off a refreshing sound.

But Bashar wasn't done yet he was hungry too. So he got Suhair to sit on the table and open her legs. She did so and Bashar seeing Suhair's pink pussy felt as if he was seeing candy. Better yet a starving man at an all you can eat Buffet. He licked his lips and got stick in right away. Suhair's pussy was nice, but sweaty and Bashar was pigging out on it. Suhair began orgasmic grunts "aahhh" she let off. "ooooohhh, yeeeess".

Bashar barely stopped to breathe he was so immersed and eventually Suhair came. It was such a sweat taste. Licking Suhair's pussy had made Bashar hard again and he pleaded with Suhair to let him try anal on her.

Suhair reluctantly agrees but before she knew it, Bashar had flipped her around. Presented with Suhair ass Bashar knew what to do. He licked and sucked on two fingers and inserted it into Suhair's anus he shoved it all the way up. Suhair felt a tingle. "oooooow" she screamed. 

But Bashar couldn't wait any longer, he was too hard and he then opened Suhair's butt checks and drove into her. Suhair begged him to be careful but he couldn't hear. He began to sodomize her and bang her hard. Suhair's butt checks went red as this beast pounded her. But in truth she was loving it. 

Bashar shot a massive load in Suhair's butt and now Suhair was cleaning herself off. Suhair got home and quickly ran into the shower. Auntie Suzie began knocking on the door and shouted "Are you okay? Have you eaten?" 

"Yes, Suzie I have. Just washing myself now, lets catch-up in the morning". But Suhair was radiant with post-sex glow. 

In the coming weeks, full sex with Bashar wasn't always possible. It often entailed going to the public toilets in restaurants or other locations and masturbating each other off. Suhair was such a horny girl now and she wanted to go further.

It was a October evening and Suhair decided to give her virginity to Bashar. They managed to meet in Cham Palace hotel for daytime sex. When Suhair arrived she did think it was a bit odd most hotel rooms do not let unmarried Syrians to stay together. But she pushed it out of her thoughts. 

She arrived at Bashar's room and as she enters, she sees him arguing on the phone. He abruptly ends the phone call and walks over to Suhair "Hi baby, you get here okay then?" and kisses her. 

"Yes" she replies, but instead of asking about the phone call she just heads for the bathroom and gets ready. She changes into a mini-night dress, which is black and silky. But as she is dressing Suhair is thinking about the argument. Who could he be arguing with? "It doesn't matter" she thought "I don't have very long".

Babe, please come out, I am so hard screams Bashar. 

Suhair replied "Just a Minute. Good things come to those who wait" 

"Promise?" 

Suhair continued "Trust me it's to die for." She finishes up and slowly leaves the bathroom. She stands uncomfortably trying to pose and look natural at it. Bashar was already naked and his large throbbing cock was in the air. 

As he admired her, he cooed "Woohoo. Come here you." Bashar was taken aback by how Suhair looked. Her beauty never ceased to amaze him. 

Suhair nervously made her way to the bed, and as she approached it, Bashar grabbed her and started kissing her passionately. Although she is fully clothed she can feel his cock pressing up against her. It was hard -- very hard. Bashar was shoving his tongue down Suhair's throat and it left Suhair unable to breathe. She tried to regain control of the situation by squeezing Bashar penis. She squeezed it so hard that Bashar had to withdraw his tongue and Suhair gasped for breathe. 

"Don't act like you didn't like it" Bashar exclaims but before Suhair could re-gain her breath and fully respond. Bashar was so high on his sexual dominance over her that he went in for round two. As he was tonguing her, Bashar picked Suhair up and threw her onto the bed. 

Suhair screamed "aaaaaahhh" as she landed on the bed. Bashar now jumped on the bed and as he lands, he smacked Suhair on the ass and watches that butt jelly jiggle. 

"Bitch...bitch..bitch" and then Bashar stuck his tongue in again. But instead of leaving it there he began to kiss around Suhair's mouth and neck. 

He was now firmly lying on top of her and as he was kissing her he stopped for a minute. "What's the matter, Bashar, not able to do your duty? I need a real man". 

Bashar spat in Suhair's face and smacks her and screams "shut up you whore. There is only one language a bitch like you understands." Bashar now squeeze Suhair's wrists very tightly and then begins to kiss down Suhair's body. He then removed Suhair's night dress and underwear and paused for a minute to look down at his conquest. 

"You like what you see?" Suhair says, 

"Very Much, bitch, very much". Bashar then began his work on Suhair nice thick pink nipples.

He gentle teases and creases it with his tongue and then bites it. 

Suhair exclaimed "ooooooooooouuuuuuuhhh". 

But Bashar does not stop he starts eating away at her nipple. It's like a big pig's breakfast for Bashar. Suhair will not be passive in all this- so she takes her red-painted nails and begins to scratch down Bashar's back. "fffffuuuuccckkk" Bashar screams. 

But he likes it. Bashar now opens Suhair's legs and gentle rubs his cock around Suhair's pussy lips. Suhair has been a good girl she waxed her hair off just as Bashar had requested. Suhair feels the sensation of the gentle tease and prepares herself. Bashar now shoves his huge cock in. He does it slowly, inch by inch. "oohhh mmmyy" Suhair lets off, the suspense is killing her. 

Finally, Bashar is completely in- and Suhair wants to scream. She can feel herself being ripped open and her eyes and pupils widen as Bashar does this. But before she could scream Bashar ravages her with kisses. He pause and leaves his cock in place and as Suhair opens her mouth to gasp "aaahh", he moves and begins to slowly move and sway his hips. 

Bashar shouts "ooooo fuck yes!" and he begins to move in and out faster and faster.

Suhair screamed "aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkk, yessss, baby. Fuck me, I have been such a bad girl. freeee me". 

The humping becomes intense- the bed springs are shaking violently. The scene was totally animalistic. Screams and cries could be heard from afar, Suhair was sure of it. But it didn't matter nothing was going to stop her. Ten minutes in and Suhair is now gaining more sexual confidence she now seeks to challenge Bashar's dominance at the top. When Bashar paused and rests Suhair flipped him over and sat on top oh him.

Bashar is stunned but turned on by this development. Suhair now kisses down his body and then sits upright and begins to ride his hard cock. Seeing Suhair's tits flying around was the sexiest image Bashar had ever seen. "aaaahhh yes. I am good aren't I babe?" Suhair says. But Bashar is too turned on to respond his face has gone red with arousal. Suhair closes her eyes and groans and grunts. She goes in harder and harder and faster and faster. Bashar begins to worry that the bed will break as the spring are going into over-time. 

But after another ten-minutes, Suhair tires and now its Bashar chance to finish the job. He flips Suhair and begins to finial push. Suhair is now bleeding but she does not notice- although she feels it running down her leg. She is in a state of ecstasy and does not care. Bashar's is really going for it and Suhair began to scream "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Bashar responded with "fffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkk" and after 10 more minutes finally he climaxes. Cum now softened Suhair's swollen pussy. 

But despite coming, Bashar stays on top and inside Suhair. Suhair "Was that good for you baby?", but Bashar looks sad and says "I have something to tell you Suhair baby. I do not want to lie to you". He has a serious look on his face- Suhair stokes his face and is now worried and panicky asks "Whaat. What is it? your scaring me now". 

Bashar "I love you Suhair, I mean, I really love you. And I will do anything for you. I want you to know, that I would have never of done that with any girl. I intend to marry you". Suhair face turns from worried to joyful but Bashar is not finished. "But I need to tell you the truth. I am not you you think I am. I mean yes, My name is Bashar, I am an Alwaite from Homs. But that about all that is true about me. I am not a medical student. I work for the Ministry of Interior but not that's not entirely true either." Suhair now looks very worried but is too frozen to react. 

"I work for an organisation in the shadows. My job is gather information on people, dissidents, subversives and troublemakers". Suhair gasped "You're Mukhbarat" naming a branch of the Secret Police.

Bashar shushed her "Quiet. Not so loud." 

Suhair is now incensed and she slaps him and pushes Bashar off. "You bastard." and she gets off the bed and tries to grab her clothes. 

Bashar grabs her by the arm "Listen, I love you".

Suhair "Let go of me." then realization hits Suhair's face. "Have you been spying on me?". 

Bashar looks down as says "Yes, we have bugged your phones, your apartment and your work offices. We have agents constantly monitoring you". When Bashar said this it made Suhair feel sick in the stomach. It was like something out of the German film 'The Lives of Others'. Suhair "Why? Why me? What have I done?". 

Bashar "We know. We know who you are. We know that you're the daughter of Ikhwan (Muslim Brotherhood). We know about your father and your uncles". Suhair, disgusted, quickly gets dressed and storms out. When she arrives home she starts crying in her bedroom. "My god. They are everywhere, like Parasites". 

Suhair spends the next week skulking, she tries not to talk to anyone. She eventually decides to leave Damascus and head for Hama- her father's ancestral home. She arrives there and is greeted by her more conservative cousins. The females are dressed in black abayas and they have head scarfs on. Suhair sticks out like a sore thumb but she soon forgets these difference as she is taken into her family's home. 

As she sits there in her father's sisters home more and more guests keep arriving. They are all extended cousins of her father. She has small talk and exchanges much pleasantries with them. And then she saw him- big, tall, strong bones and frame with high cheek-bones. He had a beard and was dark skinned. 

"Suhair, this is Wael. He is the son of your father's cousin. His father owns the Gas station out of town. Wael this is Suhair from England." Said Suhair's auntie. But Suhair can barely move she is too busy looking at Wael's perfect smile. "Oh my, I think he might be the one?" Suhair thinks. 

They spend the rest of the week getting to know-one-another. Wael is kind, generous, relaxed but thoroughly conservative and religious. He is 28-years old and an engineer and he is smitten with Suhair. He then tells Suhair that he wants to "visit her father", but on two conditions. Number one she makes it clear that she wants this. And number two she must start wearing the Hijab, like a respectable Muslim girl. 

Suhair agrees and begins wearing the Hijab. Weeks of correspondence follow and the family are ecstatic. They set a date for the wedding in the summer of 2011. Suhair hasn't completely forgotten about Bashar- but she hopes that this will be the end of a bad memory. Suhair now has to figure out both wedding preparations and the thorny issue of her virginity. 

Finally, she decides to tell Wael in person. Wael came to Suhair's auntie Suzie's apartment in Damascus. It is December and they all sit down together and eat dinner. They have pleasant conversations and the radio is on at dinner. As part of the general news bulletins the announcer says "There is a second day of unrest in the Tunisian town of ....., this follows a a young street stall owner set himself on fire" but Suhair was not listening to the news. She was busy thinking about how to tell Wael about her situation.

Finally, her and Wael go out for a walk together alone. Suhair "Wael, I have something to tell you. There is no easy way to say it -- so I am going to come straight out with it. I am not a virgin There was this guy...." 

Wael cuts her off. "Stop" he says "I know what you are going to say. And I suspected this conversation would come. But you should know, I do not care about your past. What I care about is who you are now and our future- not the mistakes of your past". Suhair breathes a sigh of relief. 

Time begins to fly by after that and as Suhair sits at the new-years party, she can now look forward not backward. The new year will be a good year Suhair thinks. 

Suhair is at home and she is discussing her arrangements with auntie Suzie. This has to be the most talked about and memorable wedding in the family. But as they are talking, the TV, which is on in the background has a breaking news flash. "President of Tunisia, Ben-Ali, has fled the country and is believed to be heading to Saudi Arabia". Suhair and Suzie stopped talking and looked at the TV screen. "Did we hear that right?" asked Suzie. But the news cut away to live images from Tunis and a reporter said "There has been chaos here for the last few weeks. Gunfire can be heard and there have been mass-protests. The protesters have been demanding that the President leave and the police are nowhere to be seen. The army is now on the streets". 

Both Suhair and Suzie sit there is silence. They are shocked and can't believe what they are witnessing- then the news anchor said "They're saying that the fall of Ben-Ali's regime could act as a domino effect across the Arab world." Auntie Suzie flicks from the international channel and onto Syrian TV channels- there seemed to be a news blackout some channels were playing tributes to the president. A cold chill went down Suhair's spine. 

But this was soon overcome by excitement, especially as Egypt kicked-off. This was going to transform the whole region. Suhair became attentive to the news. She and her friends celebrated when Mubarak resigned. But then fear crept in when Facebook groups began calling for a 'day of rage' in Damascus. Suhair attended but hardly anyone came. 

A few weeks later Suhair is in class teaching, Ali, a student of hers bursts into the classroom. "Ali, where have you been? And why are you late?" 

Ali responds "It's started miss. In Daraa it's started". 

Suhair asks "What has started?"

"There is an uprising, we are awake and we will never go back to sleep again". Ali's chilling words hung in the air for a few moments. 

The town of Daraa had been demanding the release of schoolchildren who were taken as prisoners. There was a nervous tension in the air- Suhair was riding on a bus when her bus was stopped. Regime goons entered the bus and ordered everyone off. They then ordered them to go to Ummayeen square with pro-Assad banners and flags. They were made to chant Pro-Regimist slogans. While, Suhair was at the march she see Bashar at the march. 

She walks up to him "Hello, Bashar." 

Bashar looks very nervous says "Hello" back. 

"Beautiful day ha. The sun is out, the regime is crumbling" Suhair says. 

Bashar becomes very angry "Don't talk like that or I will have you arrested." But for all his feelings of anxiety, Bashar is still turned on at the sight of Suhair. "What are you. A Muslim girl now?" says Bashar, commenting on Suhair's hijab. 

"Shut up. I am getting married. His name is Wael and he is twice the man you are". 

Bashar looks at Suhair and says "oh, yeah. Has he ever seen your face covered in cum? It's real pretty." 

Suhair gets angry and says "goodbye, Bashar".

But as the days unfold Suhair becomes more and more anti-regime. She see the massacres going on in Southern Syria and has started to blog about it. Both her and Wael share in the passion, but Bashar, does not. He is now raging with jealousy that Suhair was with another man. 




Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 01



He uses masturbation and fantasies of revenge to calm himself down. A few months have passed and the situation has further deteriorated. Wael was on a street protest and managed to escape with his life. He was in Damascus, at a friends house, when the 'Mukhbarat' busted in. They took him away and he was taken to the basement of the Ministry of Interior. 

Bashar was waiting, but he did not realize who Wael was. Bashar had another fit and was looking to take it out on the prisoners. He is already sitting at his desk in the interrogation room- when Wael is brought before him. 

Bashar "Do you know why you are here?"

Wael replied "No"

Bashar continued "We have information that you are engaged in illegal activists. We believe you intend to use criminal methods to destroy Syria". 

The interrogation goes on for hours Wael is seriously tortured. Electrocutions, beatings the works. 

Bashar orders Wael into a cell and is about to leave for the day, when Suhair appears at the Ministry. Bashar goes to see her personally, although he still doesn't know its her.

He walks into the room and see Suhair standing there and his eyes widen. He cannot believe what he sees. Suhair is similarly shocked- "you again. I might have known it would be you". 

Bashar licks his lips at this development "Hello, Suhair". 

Suhair will get Wael out of Prison, but at a price. Which we will see in our next installment. 



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 02



Suhair lies forward on the table and thinks to herself.

Suhair: "This table is cold. Black holes are interesting, I mean, there is no time in them. You know what else is interesting, when stars, light-years away die it takes thousands or millionaires of years for us to see it. It's rare but it does happen, when you look at the sky, you can sometimes see a planet or star dying. But interestingly, the planet or star died thousands of years ago and we only see it now, because the light given off by the destruction only reaches us now. So basically, when you look at the sky, you don't always see what is happening now, but you can also see what has already happened. Image that, one action sending images out across the universe for all to see, long after the event has taken place. I hope our actions on this planet do not send out images across space for this is a moment, I want to be over and forgotten."

Suhair can now feel Bashar enormous cock gently brushing her butt checks, a feeling of dread over-comes her. There is a tingling sensation and Bashar appears to be taking time to tease and cress Suhair's butt checks. He tries to leave her guessing, as to what and when, he intends to penetrate her anus. Suhair has no control over her fate, her ass is completely in Bashar's hands. Suhair must do this, if she wants her fiancé Wael, to ever be released and released alive. Bashar is making groaning sounds as he gently rubs his cock against Suhair's checks and Suhair is denying to herself that she is actually enjoying it. She doesn't want to admit she is enjoying the feeling and she is also worried about Bashar tearing her colon with his gigantic manhood. 

Bashar: "Are you ready?"

Suhair lets out a whimper and then she feels Bashar opening her cheeks with his hand and slowly inserting his cock. 

Suhair: "Ahhhh..please be gentle, I'm little and delicate."

Bashar: "Hahahahaaha. Not for much longer, I will stretch you, you treacherous whore. This is for God, Syria and Bashar and no one else."

Suhair would reflect on the irony of using a popular pro-regime slogan, just as the security man fucks her in the ass, this is literally what the regime is doing to Syria. But Suhair did not have time to do this, her anus was being pounded so hard and her butt cheeks were going red. 

Suhair: "Ahhhhhhhh. Dammmm, your very securitising, I wasn't expecting the interrogation to be this difficult."

Bashar: "There is no God, but Bashar Al-Assad."

Bashar kept screaming, meanwhile, Suhair began to worry that her butt cheeks would never get back into place after this aggressive parting. Bashar cock was penetrating deeper and deeper into Suhair colon and as he did so, he reached out his hand and pulled on Suhair's hair and began aggressive name calling. 

Bashar: "You fucking whore, what would Wael think of you? Dirty cum stained whore, when I get through with you there will be nothing left. You were a beautiful girl, but when I'm done, you will be a sack of meat. I will do to you, what my uncle did to your uncle in Hama."

Suhair had long suspected it, but now she was sure, Bashar was a psycho. She was convinced he was different when they first met; he was promising, open-minded, and liberal and seemed to have good morals and ideas. But his sexual sadism and the fact he is a member of the security services, reveals a much darker character. He is psychotic, delusional and dangerous, but Suhair was not stupid. She was enjoying this and she knew that when the time was right, she would destroy him. Bashar had underestimated her, but he would only learn this, when it is too late to do anything. 

Suhair: "Ahhhhh..Yes..Yes..Fuck me big boy."

Bashar: "You like my big cock ha? You crave it!"

Suhair: "Yes sir, I am in need of discipline, I was out of line but now I see how wrong I was."

Suhair was now screaming and she could feel a tear was coming, but while she was being anally pounded, she had an idea. What if she pretended to have changed sides and used her sexual powers to pass information to the opposition? But before she could complete that thought, another man burst into the room and he was older and judging by his clothes more senior than Bashar. Bashar jumped up and stopped fucking Suhair's ass and saluted.

Bashar: "Sir."

Commander Maher: "What the fuck do you think you are doing? We have guests and you're here fucking!"

Commander Maher then had a good look at Suhair's sexy body and felt a massive erection coming on. He began to lick his lips and then looked at Bashar again.

Commander Maher: "You know Syria is a socialist country, you are not allowed to enjoy this pleasure individually. You must collectivise it, you must share her with the others."

Bashar: "Yes sir."

Commander Maher: "Good, carry on then."

Commander Maher then orders another five men into the room and they stand around the table. Bashar continues his assault on Suhair's anus and the others unzip their pants and pull out their cocks and begin masturbating. Suhair is excited by the new options on the table, not one, but six cocks to choose from. Commander Maher now leans forward and tells Suhair to open her mouth and he inserts his cock down Suhair's throat. He goes deep and starts throat fucking. Suhair struggles to breathe and fights for her right to breathe, the commander eventually withdraws and Suhair gasps for air. And as she recovers another two men take the Commanders position and demand to be sucked off. Meanwhile, Bashar is still pounding Suhair from behind and she does not know what to worry about. But she quickly regains her composer and begins sucking the two off; she forces both their cocks into her mouth and gets them to touch inside her mouth. 

But by now, the Commander was impatient and he order Bashar off Suhair and he then took his position and began fucking. By now five cocks were displayed around Suhair's head and she began sucking all five of them. She would do this for a further twenty minutes, when she could taste the salty cums of five different men. Each man was now taking it in turns to bang her from behind and the smell of cum was in the air. Finally, six men had cum in her ass and now they all gathered around Suhair's face for the money shot. Six men jerking themselves off around Suhair's sweat face, it was almost a crime. Suhair closed her eyes, but could hear the sounds of men jerking off. 

Suddenly, she felt something liquidly hitting her forehead and she could feel it running down. But before she could do anything, she felt more liquid hitting her cheeks, hair and lips. She opened her mouth and felt something lad inside it. She closed her mouth and tasted it, it was very salty. But while Suhair was analysing the taste, her face was just getting more creamed and now they were hitting her eye lids. She felt her eyes going red, like when you get shampoo in your eyes and her make-up was just draining down her face. She opened her mouth again and more cum flew in, but the taste was making her cough violently. Her nose was now covered and now she could hear something else. She heard the sound of photographs being taken and she quickly opened her eyes. She saw a collection of smart phones flashing at her. 

Commander Maher: "Okay, guys. You've had your treat, now get back to work. And you (talking to Suhair) get yourself cleaned up and leave."

Suhair did the best she could to clean herself up, but was constantly shaking and unable to walk properly or sit down. The taste of cum left a bitter taste in her mouth, she ran home, expecting Wael to be returned to her at any moment. And sure enough, within a week, he was and Suhair was ecstatic. Suhair felt enormous guilt, but convinced herself it was necessary and she pushed for the wedding to take place as soon as possible. Within weeks the pair married and on their wedding night, Suhair rode Wael, much to Wael's delight and surprise. Suhair had proven to be quite the whore, Wael had hoped for, but he did not know what had caused it. 

Meanwhile, Suhair and Wael became committed activists and Suhair would use her sexual abilities to gain information from government agents and officials. She was now screwing well above Bashar's station, which made Bashar incredibly jealous. Wael had no idea and so did not feel the need to be jealous. Most guards just wanted quick BJ and so whenever Suhair came across checkpoints with lonely soldiers, she would give them quick oral sex and they would turn a blind eye to whatever she was doing. Her teeth were a little bit cum stained but it did not matter. 

Suhair was also discovering different people fetishes, once, she had been arrested and was sitting in the car ready to be take away. But the security agent promised to let her go, if she allowed him, to touch and lick her feet. She of course said yes and watched amused as he licked and sucked on her toes. It was fun stuff. But while she was doing this, Bashar had reached fervour pitch, he couldn't take it anymore. So he had a plan to kill Wael and kidnap Suhair. 

Bashar had to move quickly, both Suhair and Wael were on the security forces radar and it would not be long before they would arrest them both. And this time they would not be so lenient and so he waited in a car for Wael and Suhair, near Umayeen square before a protest was due to take place. And then he saw them, walking towards the square, Bashar got out of the car quickly and ran towards them. He brandished his gun and opened fire and shot Wael in the head. It all happened too fast and as Suhair was about to scream, Bashar managed to grab her and pull her away. He then injected her with a knock out drug and dragged her towards the car. When he reached the car he bounded her feet and arms and stuck her in the backseat of the car. 

Most people would be in a state of panic, but not Bashar, despite the murder and kidnap he remained cool and calm. He even passed three checkpoints and because of his coolness, nowhere suspected anything unusual about him. For Bashar what Suhair needed to understand was that she was his, he possessed her and could do with her as he pleased. He felt no remorse, but he did feel a surge of sexual excitement at the thought of what he could now do too her. She would in-effect be his sexual slave and he could enjoy the fruits of her body however he pleased. He had deflowered her, taken her virginity and now he was reclaiming her for himself. Suhair was an object to him and he knew what he wanted to do, he had always fantasised about having a sex slave and now he had one. 

Suhair gradually regained consciousness and as she awakes she notices that both her hands are shackled and she appears to be is some kind of doggie cage. She looks up and sees Bashar standing there and she screams. 

Suhair: "What the fuck? What are you doing, let me go you fucking monster?"

Bashar: "Oh my dear Suhair, you should know that I own you and that you belong to me. To me and no one else and I'll never let you go. I created you and I will destroy you."

Bashar unzips his pants and whips out his cock and starts jerking off, he then stands over Suhair in the doggie cage and urinates over her. The yellowness of the pee strikes and bounces off Suhair's fair skin. Bashar laughs and has a mini-piddle party, he enjoys the humiliation Suhair must be feeling. 

Suhair: "You fucking monster, you will never own me. I'm in a cage, because you couldn't get me any other way."

Bashar is not listening and continues to pee, while Suhair put's up resistance, she secretly enjoys Bashar dominance and determination to control her. She decides she will enjoy this for a while and then escape. Bashar now sticks his cock through the cage and orders Suhair to suck if she wants to live. Suhair raises her head and open her mouth and grips his cock using her mouth. She pulls the cock down and begins sucking on it hard. 

Bashar: "Ahhhhh..Yes...Oh..Yes..Suck that you bitch"

Suhair sucks one inch, two inch, three inch, four inch and with each withdrawal and re-entry she takes more in. She suck of his manhood like a lollipop and slurps loudly, Suhair knows, if she suck him good he will want more sex and he will have to release from the cage. She uses as much of her tongue and teeth for grip, as much as, possible and makes a point of slurping loudly. Bashar can take no more and he withdraws his cock.

Bashar: "Enough." 

He opens the cage and pulls Suhair out by her hair. 

Bashar: "I want to fuck you, and fuck you good."

Bashar undress Suhair and opens her legs and inserts his cock. He goes it deep and begins to pound her. 

Suhair: "Come on, fuck me hard big boy. Show me what you're made off." 

Bashar is mad with excitement and energy, he fuck her, faster and faster and Suhair's pussy gets more and more red. Bashar makes so much noise, he whales, screams, cries and he wants to finish Suhair off. The fleeing of Suhair's moist pussy, only encouraged Bashar to pound her harder. Suhair closed her eyes and decided to enjoy it for a little bit longer before attempting to escape. Bashar's enormous cock was doing what it always did, it was stretching her in ways, she'd always thought would be impossible. The air was thick with the smell of cum. Nothing, could stop Bashar from ripping Suhair in two, or so he thought. Suhair was close to orgasm, but before she could reach it, Bashar stopped and withdrew. Suhair was annoyed. 

Bashar: "I'm gonna cum on your face, what are you gonna do about it?"

But before Suhair could answer, Bashar squirted Suhair in the eye, and Suhair was forced to shut it. Her eye was burning and it turned red. Suddenly, in a moment of madness, Suhair stood up and wondered around the room, still unable to see out of one eye. Bashar hadn't finished yet, but when he tried to grab her, Suhair managed to push him off. She saw a blade on the table and quickly went for it. She held it up and Bashar looked even more psycho than before. He was about to lunge at her, but then the security forces busted in, found both of them and arrested Suhair. Bashar tried to stop them and in the process was shot dead. Suhair would spend three months in prison before being released and deported, but by now, she was a broken woman. 



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 03



They call me Al-Asi but that is not my real name it, however, reflects who I am better than my real name. For me, the name is a testament that it's possible to defy the place you are born into. I'm not an educated girl, I can barely read and write, but I'm a poet and narrator, because I know how to tell a story. The name gives a clue to my origins; I'm from a village in Central Syria between Homs and Hama. I am the fourth of eight children, my family is poor, they work on farms, but I'm different, my life went in a different direction from my siblings. Al-Asi is the name of the river that runs through the area, but it has greater significances than that. Al-Asi means the disobedient one or the rebellious one, because the river flows from south to north unlike the other rivers in the region, hence why I'm called it. Like the river, I ran in the opposite direction of people in my village, also my poetry is largely free verse which pays no attention to classical standards of poetry. 

But you're here because you want to hear about the house; the house of pleasure, the house of desire, the house of debauchery, (debauchery and sin are the same, you might want to omit this.the house of sin), the house of indulgences and the house of love. I worked at this house for five years, with its glory holes, BDSM dens, straight, bi, gay, les and transgender choices. This house gave a girl like me, the education I needed. It took my virginity but gave me life. It's an old house, which is full of legends and urban myths of betrayal, love, lust, conspiracy and scandal. This mansion located at the heart of Aleppo, supposedly dates back to 1780 and began life as a mini-harem for the local Ottoman officials, but was later expanded into an entertainment house for the local notables and well-to-dos'. It's not only sex that goes on here, but also, music, plays, poetry, drinking, drug taking and occasionally subversive political meetings. It's quite a bit like a burlesque house with actors, actresses, musicians and artists and it's stood at the center of life in Aleppo until this very day. 

Like many such houses, our house had a headwoman, her name was Amal ,she was a beautiful single woman in her thirties. Her long blonde hair, fair skin and blue eyes, round butt, curves and large breasts but tight stomach made her quite a sight. She was tall to standing at 5'8", but in heels she would much taller. Amal was quite unlike me, she was very educated and cultured, she knew Classical Arabic, French, English, Greek, Turkish, Philosophy, the Sciences, Poetry, Literature, Music and was a talented public speaker. Her family background was as interesting as she was, her maternal grandmother's family were a mixture of Greek, Bosnian and Turks, but they settled in Aleppo in the 19th century. Her maternal grandfather's family were Circassian from southern Russia; her father's family were an old Aleppian trading family. The fraternal family included traders, regional governors, religious scholars and intellectuals. Her father was an Imam, but she had not spoken to him in years, and I have no idea how a respectable girl like her ended up here. 

Second in command was her much younger, but also single, cousin Yasmeen, she couldn't have been older than 22 when I first met her. She was more petite with smaller breast and ass, but her green eyes, dirty blonde hair and fair skin made her a beauty in her own right. Yasmeen and I became good friends in my time at the house. We had many beautiful girls at the house from a diverse range of backgrounds. We had Kurds, Turkmin, Arabs, Druze, Christians, Alawites, Sunnis, Ismalis and also non-Syrian women too including Iraqis, Palestinians, Lebanese, Tunisians, Moroccans and Algerians. But they were the cheaper options, but this leads us to me and how I ended up here. 

I was 18 years old and I worked in the farmlands with my family, however the work was drying up and I was considering going elsewhere. I was always considered beautiful by others, but I never thought I was beautiful, and I was always terrified of men. I don't know where this phobia came from but it existed, I was always nervous around them. But many tried to pursue me, I never understood why? I had light olive skin, green eyes and normal lengthen hair, not that unlike other village girls, but for some reason, I was the one they pursued. One day, I discovered that my family had agreed to marry me of to my cousin, Hassan, which I did not like. I didn't want to marry and especially not to Hassan, the thought of him physically repulsed me with his bad teeth and uni-brow. I pleaded with my parents not to make me go through with it, but they wouldn't have it, I was to marry him, end of discussion. I really couldn't face it, so on my wedding day I ran away from the village and I headed to Aleppo. Because I didn't know anyone in the bustling ancient city I had to sleep where I could manage. Everything changed one day. 

I was sleeping in a women's refuge but was awoken when this pretty girl approached me. She had brown skin and black hair, but was very pretty and had an enormous smile on her face. I was lying in bed but suddenly got up and looked at her, she was carrying a bowl of soup and she came and sat down next to me on the bed. She introduced herself as Christine and in the course of the conversation I learnt she was a Christian from the southern Syrian town of Maloula, she, like me had fled home. We were half way through our conversation when she told me about the house. 

Christine looked at me and said"Listen, living off the streets here is not a good idea. The streets are cruel and a delicate flower like you cannot survive them. But there is a place you can stay and I can get you a good job." 

My eyes widen upon hearing this and I ask "What job? What are you talking about?"

"There is this house, it has many names, but that's not important. We are a refuge for artistic women, we sing, dance and perform and we entertain. Yes we are a house where Aleppo indulges in its desires and pleasure, but the clientele are not a bunch of riff raff's, they are respectable and the best of society. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do and your allowed time to decide what you like doing. I heard your quite good at poetry and storytelling, we could use entertainers like you and I am sure you would fit in. But I will not lie to you; people have sex and earn money from sex in this house. Most girls are working girls, but not all of them; you don't have to engage in any sexual activity if you don't want to." I was astonished at what Christine was telling me, but I agreed to go with her to see the house and whether or not I wanted to work there. It was a great offer in a sense; it would get me off the streets, but I couldn't entirely grasp what I could do there and I didn't think I could have sex. We arrived at the house, which was at the intersection of two major traditional Souks, from the outside the building didn't look like much and I couldn't tell how big it was from the outside. There were two big men at the door, and upon seeing me and Christine arriving they opened it for us. Once, I had entered the inside, my impression of the house had changed completely, it was massive on the inside. It had a large courtyard with a fountain in the middle and what looked like hundreds of different rooms. But I had no time to stop and stare, Christine ushered me through and we went straight to Amal's office. Outside the office we were greeted by Yasmeen, who kissed Christine on the cheeks and shook my hand and waved us through. Amal was seated at her desk and appeared to be reading letters; she had her reading glasses on and barely noticed that we had walked in. Christine coughed and then Amal looked up and then took off her glasses and began to examine me by looking me up and down. 

"Well, what do we have here?" she said.

"This was the girl I was telling you about, the one in the refuge. She goes by the name Al-Asi."

"Al-Asi? Oh, are you Homsi or Hama girl?"

"Neither." I responded. "I am from a village between the two cities."

"I see. Yes you'r every pretty, but you will need to change your clothes and apply some make-up, if you want to work here. What do you do? Do you have any special talents? What job would you like to do?"

I began to feel nervous, as it dawned on me where I was and what she meant by her questions. Still I responded "Thank you, Miss Amal. I don't know why I am here or what job I could do? I can tell stories, I am really good at that and my poetry is excellent."

"Does your family know where you are? Are you single? And are they going to give me any problems?"

I hesitated a little bit but then responded "No, I ran away from home, my family don't know where I am. I ran away because they tried to marry me off and I didn't want to. And yes, I'm single."

"How old are you? You look young?"

"I am 18 years old and four months."

Amal then fixed a stare at me and then asked "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, I am. I'm a very pure and untouched girl."

Amal raises one of her eye brows and looks at me inquisitively "Really? You're a virgin, really? You're not lying to me are you?" She then gets up and moves towards me and begins encircling me.

"Yes Miss, I'm telling the truth, I'm innocent."

"I'll be the judge of that. You know I've seen many girls in my time and I know what to look for."

She moved around me and by that point I was almost shaking, I had sweat running down my forehead and there was so much tension in the room, that it would take a knife to cut it. She then stops in front of me and smiles and reaches out to me. Her hands began to stroke my hair and face, but I was so confused and nervous that my only response is a forced smile. Her thumb rubbed my lips and she then placed her fingers below my chin and tilts my head upwards. She then moved my head sideways and appeared to be inspecting my face. She then stopped and withdrew her hand from my head and then grabbed my hand and pulled it upward, she then placed two fingers on my pulse, I don't know what she was looking for. 

"Good! Now just relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. But I need to know what kind of girl you are and so I'm going to run a little test."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but before I could respond, her eyes looked down at me and she then reached out and began to unzip my jeans. She pulled them down and stuck two fingers down my panties. I was frozen with shock and could barely move and all of a sudden, I could feel two fingers gentle rubbing my outer lips. Amal looked me in the eye and smiled.

"What does this make you think, I wonder?" she says to me in a teasing tone. 

I still couldn't believe what was happening, and her fingers were now fully teasing me and she began to insert. Her fingers went in and out, a few times, and I was overcome with a feeling I'd never felt before. But Amal abruptly stopped.

"Okay, I believe you're a virgin. And I'm happy to have you here, Christine will help you settle in and show you to your living quarters. We can later work out what role you can fulfil here."

Amal then kissed me on the lips, but only very briefly, and then told Christine to lead me out. I couldn't understand what had happened there or decide whether it was a good thing or not. 

"Don't worry, the first time is always a shock," Christine said" you'll get used to it I'm sure. Before we head to your room do you want to see something truly amazing?"

I nod hesitantly and as Christine lead me down a corridor, Miss Amal, suddenly caught up to us and walked alongside us. I had no idea what is going on, but I continue walking and we soon arrive at what looks like the men's lavatory, but it has red marks across the door. We stop in front of the door and Amal instructored Christine to tell me what is happening. 

"Have you ever heard of glory holes? We are one of the few places in Syria that has them. They are basically toilets with holes in the wall between cubical. Now they are not real toilets, but we had them designed like toilets, which is one of the many fantasy rooms we have here. The hole is located in a certain position and men are able to stick their cocks through the wall- but they can't see what is happening to their cocks and who is doing stuff to their cock. The person at the other end of the hole cannot see whose cock they are playing with either, it's like an anonymous blow job service we offer. The toilet with red markings is for heterosexuals, there's another one with green markings which is for bisexuals. The bisexual one is where a man sticks his manhood through and doesn't know if it's a guy or girl sucking. Pink markings are for gays. Today, we are going to show you how it works, so Amal and I are going to share a cock together, and you can watch us in action." "Today, we have a Japanese tourist and as he is a guest in our country, we'd thought we would treat him. All foreigners are welcome in Syria." Said Amal.

"Plus Amal was curious to know what a Japanese cock tasted like. I understand he is ready, let's go in and not keep him waiting." Was Christine's responses. 

At this stage, I was willing to believe anything, but I could not compute what I was being told and so I just walked in and felt glad that I didn't have to do anything. Amal and Christine walked in and I followed into what looked like an elegant toilet. It was very white, but I couldn't stand around admiring the toilet for long. Both Christine and Amal entered the cubical and Amal bashed her fist against the wall. And like a machine a cock came through, what looked like a cat-flap, but it was too high up to be a cat flap. Needless to say it was a big Japanese cock, I'd never seen a cock before and I gasped and could not believe what I was seeing. This felt wrong and yet I couldn't walk away or bring myself to look away. It was a mesmerising experience and my mouth was wide open. 

"Okay, Christine you get him warmed up. Yalla, suck this Japanese guy off, I will get involved when it's time." Amal said.

Christine did not hesitate, she got on her knees and pushes back his foreskin and begins sucking. Amal helped Christine by pulling her hair back and encouraging her verbally. The smell in the air was not like anything I'd smelt before, but it was one I would come to know well, the smell of sex. Christine was really going for it, she was sucking it hard and fast and she was not pausing to take breathes. All I could hear was loud sucking sounds and the sounds of a Japanese man groaning. Amal eventually pushed Christine out of the way and she began sucking him off too. 

Amal was an animal she had a clear passion for sucking cock, and she seemed to have a clear process for sucking. I later discovered that there was an art to sucking cock and Amal was a professional, she understood that giving blow jobs was a performance, no different from acting, and it was this ethos that marked the philosophy of the house and distinguishes it from brothels and prostitutions. Customers satisfaction was top priority at this house and despite the sexual nature of our work, it was clear that this was not a sleazy thing, but a thing of beauty and art. Amal was the chief artists, she pushed back the foreskin and gently teased it with her finger, before spiting on it and rubbing the spit in. She then gently licked the cock from top to bottom, and when she had completed this process 10 or 15 times, she now inserted the cock into her mouth. The Japanese guy was shouting and screaming with pleasure and Amal was sucking hard. 

"Mmmmm...You like that, ha?"

"Ooooohhh...Ahhhhh. Fuck yes!"

Amal now swallowed the whole cock and pushed it as far down her throat as it would go, and you could see a huge lump, almost like an Adam's apple, forming in Amal's throat. The Japanese guy now began humping, I couldn't believe it, Amal was being throat fucked. I did not know what to feel, but I felt, shocked and weirdly, that I like the look of it. But I was too coy to admit it. By this point, I could now smell something else, something that hadn't been their moments earlier. Suddenly, Amal pulled back and there was white liquid around her mouth and on the tip of the penis. Before I could process what I was seeing, Amal, got of her knees and walked up to me and we came face to face with one another. She then opened her mouth wide and I could see white liquid inside her mouth and dripping out of it. I could smell cum on her breathe. She then closed her mouth and swallowed and then turned to Christine and said. 

"Christine, finish him off! Yalla."

Christine got on her knees for a second time and began lick the cum of the tip of his penis and began sucking him a second time. Amal walked over to her again and brushed back Christine's hair. 

"Yalla, Christine suck that cock. Good girl, ahhhh, good girl. Christine is such a sexy girl. Ya Christine, you look good with a cock in your mouth, it suites the shape of your mouth. Ya Assi, don't you think Christine looks good with a cock in her mouth?" 

I just nodded and continued to watch, five minutes later, and it was all over. Amal left the room and Christine told me to wait outside while she cleaned herself off. Her face was covered in hot white cum, I went outside and waited, ten minutes later she re-appeared and asked me to follow her. It was amazing, Christine, was making small talk with me and telling me about the house, as if what happened, didn't happen. We soon arrived at my room, Christine told me to go inside and meet my two roommates and then have a rest. She would be back for me later. I enter the room and I automatically claim my bed and I jump onto it. 

I spent the rest of the day relaxing and getting to know my two roommates, Diana and Shireen, both sweet girl, who like me came from rural backgrounds. Diana was beautiful, busty, curvy, round ass, but with tight stomach with fair skin and dark eyes and hair. She was Kurdish and from Ras-Al-Ayn and her speciality includeed bondage and discipline. And Shireen, who was meeker and more quietly spoken, had a petite figure with light brown skin. Shireen was Alawite and from the coast and she specialised in threesomes and servicing female cliental. But the relaxing conversation turned to how they lost their virginity and what sex is like. Diana took the lead.

" Listen, in Ras-al-Ayn, premarital sex does not exist and no good Kurdish girl or even Arab, Armenian, Chechens or Syriac girl in our town would ever admit to it. We are a small town, 55, 00 people, if a girl did lose her virginity before marriage within minutes the entire town knows about it. And your entire clan and probably the entire Al-Hasakah Governorate know about it as well, I am a marked girl. You have to understand, we Kurds are very proud people, we are the people of the mountains. My grandfather fought the Turks, which means my family's reputation is high, what I am trying to tell you is that the story of me losing my virginity is more painful than most. But I do wish to share it with you as you are a sweet girl who has to make a choice. In losing my virginity, I gained independence but lost my family, especially because my ex-boyfriend was Armenian. His name was Aman, I called him Aman the Armenian, he was older than me but very slim. He had light skin and dark eyes. 

We met outside my school, he would wait outside the gates with his friends and I thought he was the cutest guy, I'd ever seen. I was 16 when we first met and we'd hang around after school and he would always tell me how pretty I was. He would buy me candy and we would sit in shaded areas in parks and talk. By the time I was 18, he began touching me, but at the time I didn't understand what he was doing. Nobody talks about sex in our family and community, he would re-assure me it was fun and there was nothing wrong with it. He started telling me, that he loved me and he wanted to marry me and how beautiful I was. He told me couples in Europe, regularly touch each other, and that I was a modern girl like those in Europe. He started of gentle, he would rub my knee caps and my inner leg but it was above my jeans. He would work on me some more and a few weeks after he began stroking my leg, I let him rub my breasts above my shirt and then I let him put his hands underneath my shirt. After a while he told me that in Europe, women suck men's cock and then men cum on women's faces, he then said I was modern and brave and should try it. I resist at first, but he became very angry and told me if I didn't do it, he would leave me, and what was I to do? I thought I was in love. 




Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 03



He pulled down his pants and I saw this hairy, little sausage staring at me, it looked quite gross and I tried to move my head towards it but the smell wasn't good. I didn't know what to do, but before I could do anything, Aman grabbed his little manhood and pulled it towards my lips. He ordered me to open and so I held my nose and opened and he shoved his sausage in. I was lucky, he was too small to deep throat me, but he began face humping me. I felt his sausage grow inside my mouth, but I had trouble breathing, because Aman was holding the back of my head in place and pulling my hair. He went psycho and after ten minutes, I felt his cum going down my throat, it was salty and horrible. But he made me swallow the lot and I nearly threw up, it's a miracle I held out for as long, as I did. After that Aman became demanding, possessive and a little bit aggressive, in truth, I was frightened of him. Some days he didn't want blow jobs, he wanted me to get on my knees, so he could cum or pee on my face. I felt powerless and then a few more months later he started demanding sex. His cousin was out of town and he had the keys to his empty apartment and said that I should go and please him. 

I was nervous and afraid, I went to the apartment and he was waiting for me there and was already in his boxer shorts. He came over to me as I entered the apartment and began kissing me on the lips and he shoved his tongue down my throat. I couldn't breathe properly, but he continued, and seemed aloof to my inability to breathe. He withdrew his tongue from my mouth and began licking my face and he then grabbed my wrists and moved me towards the bedroom. He was over-excited, like a hyper child, he ripped my clothes off and before I could do anything, he inserted his tiny cock into my tight pussy. I wasn't use to it, feeling the full weight of his body on top of mine and having to put up with his garlic breathe. He didn't know what he was doing and he kept hurting me, I had marks on my wrist from where he squeezed them. Despite his tiny cock, he was pounding me hard and I felt my pussy stretch, though only a little bit. I started bleeding, and in all honestly, I wanted it to be over. Fortunately, Aman couldn't hold himself and after five minutes he came. But as soon as he was done, he told me to leave the apartment and our relationship became colder after that. 

He later moved onto another girl and I was completely humiliated. But rumours had spread across town and I had to leave town before my family could get to me. I came here to Aleppo, but I had nothing and I was a poor girl from a little town, unaccustomed to the ways of the city. I eventually became the lover of a local businessman and Ba'ath party official, who gave me an apartment, but I had to perform whatever sex acts he wanted. He was married, but his wife was a prune and so I was forced to do the dirty stuff, that she would not do. He loved oral and anal and after four-months, my asshole was so over-inflated, an entire first could fit in it. I eventually left and I found this house and now my life is good again. I now specialise in Femdom, I like kicking men's genitals, tying them up, walking on their naked bodies in heels, whipping them, using dog leashes on them and anally penetrating them with vibrators. The house was redemption for me. And despite my bad experiences with men, I have a romantic interest, he is a young Turkish investment banker and I may marry him someday and move to Istanbul."

I really appreciated Diana opening up to me like this, but it did not make me feel like losing my virginity. In fact, it made me quite worried and nearly put me off sex, but before I could dwell on this point any further Christine had come to fetch me and she told me to follow her. She told me that I could recite poetry before a crowd tomorrow, but, it must be erotic poetry and be elegant but also filthy. I protested that this was a tall order, but Christine brushed it off, and said Miss Amal had made a decision and that I needed to talk to her if I had a problem. But she told me to go there right away and quickly, because in less than an hour, Christine was going to have a threesome and Miss Amal and I was going to watch. I didn't know if I was coming or going, all of this was a lot to take in, but I went straight to Miss Amal's office. 

I stopped off in the ladies room, just before my meeting with Miss Amal, but as soon as I entered I could hear two people having loud sex. I walked over to the cubical and pushed the door open, it was Yasmeen, Miss Amal's cousin, she was sitting in some guys lap and riding him. Seeing two people fucking, turned me on, I'd never felt like this before and the earlier encounters had confused me. But now, I was sure, I now knew what to think, sex was cool and hot. But before I could complete the thought, Yasmeen, has turned around and slammed the door shut. I quickly ran out and went to Miss Amal's office, I knocked on the door and she invited me in. Miss Amal had changed her clothes and as she got up from her desk to greet me, I noticed she was now wearing black latex mini-skirt with high heel leather boots and a short t-shirt. Of everyone here, Miss Amal is the one that intrigued me the most and I decided I wanted to know more about her. 

"I understand that this is all going rather fast for you. I mean you have never had to deal with sex and now you come here where everyone is at it. We will go and see Christine have a threesome and I think you will learn a lot from her, she knows how to do it."

Miss Amal put her feet up on the desk and stuck a cigarette in her mouth and lit up. While she pauses, I told her about the poem, I was planning for the following evening, but I needed her help. I wanted to do one on losing virginity, but I was still a virgin and so I asked if she could tell me about what she was like before she lost her virginity, how she lost it and how it changed her into the women she is now. She laughed and agreed to tell me, she opened her desk draw and pulled out some pictures and handed it to me. I went through them, they were of Miss Amal when she was a teenage, but she looked really different from how she now was. 

"Do you see that conservative Hijabi (headscarf wearing) girl, that is me, or should I say was me? You have no doubt heard some of the stories of my background from other girls, and let me tell you it's true. That is the picture of a sexually repressed girl, who didn't know what a cock was let alone what it tasted like and certainly didn't know the joyful smell of cum. Back then, I was in white and black hijabs, I wore little to no make-up and my clothes were always long and baggy. My father was the local Imam (cleric) and so I had an Islamic and classical Arabic education early on. I attended female Islamic schools and was top of my class for everything, but I had one keen interest and that was reading. I devoured classical Islamic legal and jurisprudences books, Arabic rhetoric and grammar books and classical Arabic poetry. I enjoyed old sufi poems and pre-Islamic (jahalilya) poems. I also learnt rhetoric, philosophy, logic, mythos and mathematics, my early education was not to dissimilar from education in ancient Greece. I also learnt about other religions and secularism, I came to the conclusion that I liked Sufism the best and didn't want to follow all these restrict religious rules. 

I was around 14 when I came to this conclusion. It was around this age, I discovered my own body, but I didn't know what to do with these urges I kept getting. When I was 17, things were coming to a head in my household; my father didn't like what I was becoming. But to escape this situation, I would bury myself in fantasy, and I began reading erotic fiction. Once, my cousin had smuggled back a Playboy magazine from Lebanon, and I got hold of it. When I saw these naked bodies for the first time, I got overexcited and masturbated endlessly. I liked what I saw and I knew I wanted to be sexually liberated and not a covered up, tight, Muslim girl. By the time, I'd turned 18, I was studying at college and a friend noticed me and how beautiful I was. She eventually persuaded me to come to this house. I must say, I was as shocked as you probably are right now, but I grew to love it. I actually lost my virginity by accident, I was shadowing a girl called Mysa, she was two years older than me. 

She was a sultry type from Latakia, very confident and knew what to do and when to do it. She was suppose to have sex with two clients in a threesome and because I was the new girl I was supposes to observe. Not participate, but observe and learn. Anyways, she got into it with the three guys, one guy was fucking her ass and other her pussy. I remember her long red nails scratched one of the guys back's repeatedly and there was a beautiful smell of sex in the air. Anyway, I stopped observing and began touching myself, I began by rubbing my breasts and massaging my nipples. I couldn't help myself, I was like a wild animal unable to control my desires and eventually my hand found its way down my panties and I began to gently rub myself. Mysa noticed me going for it and she suddenly called for a halt to the session, she then asked the two guys, if they wanted to try me and told them it would be my first time and I was a virgin. 

They looked like two kids in a candy store, their eyes lit up at the suggestion, one guy ran over and grabbed me and dragged me towards the other two. Mysa stripped me down and began kissing my lips and her tongue teased and crest my lips, before she finally inserted her tongue down my mouth. Gosh, what a naughty girl she was! It's because of her, whenever someone asks me are you heterosexual, bisexual or lesbian I respond I am trisexual, I like to try anything that is sexual, if it feels good, do it. So as she was licking and sucking on my tongue, one of the guys, went around me and began stroking my butt cheeks and then he licked his hands and rubbed his hands into my butt. He then opened both my butt cheeks and got on his knees and licked my anus and he would wail and scream how he liked it. Meanwhile, the second guy had resumed anal penetration of Mysa, it was a real sandwich and Mysa and me were the meat. 

Mysa would pause from kissing me to groan, the second guy was really going to task on her little anus. Mysa then began licking my face and with her hands teased and stroked my nipples. And then the guy who was licking my ass, stopped and got up and began to tease my outer but cheeks with his enormous cock. He then gently inserted and he shoved himself all the way in, ripping my anus along the way, and he kept making sounds all the way in. It hurt, but it was fun and when he was all the way in, he stopped for a moment and leaned inwards and breathed down my neck. He then kissed the back of my head and began pounding my ass, my butt cheeks went red, but I enjoyed it. Mysa pleaded with the second guy to stop pounding her, so she could go down, and lick my pussy. He complied and Mysa went down quickly and began licking my outer lips, her wet lips went slowly and respectfully around my tight pussy. It was the best and most orgasmic feeling, I'd ever felt in my life. She then penetrated my pussy with her tongue and one finger, she rubbed and licked my pussy, really good. Meanwhile, the second guy became bored of watching us two, so he told the guy pounding my ass to take a break and it was now his turn. He remarked that he had always wanted to know what a virgin felt like and once the first guy withdrew, the second guy was straight in there. My tight little ass was good for him, he groaned louder than the first guy, and pounded twice as hard. Mysa kept on licking and drinking my pussy juice, she then stopped and stood up right, and brushed her pussy up against mine. She told me to prepare for the clit rub and began motioning up and down like she was humping me. I could feel her clit rubbing up against mine and it was beyond sensational. My pussy region is sensitive and responds well to that kind of rubbing, this continued for quite some time, and then the two guys stopped it. They now wanted to penetrated us. 

Mysa got onto the couch that was nearby and the second guy began pounding her pussy really good, the guy I was left with wanted a blow job. I got onto my knees and teased his cock, by touching it and playing with it. I spat on it a number of times and rubbed it in. I then inserted his cock into my mouth slowly, inch by inch. He grabbed my hair and began face fucking me and got down my throat, I was unable to breathe, but I enjoyed it. I was taking his pre cum in huge lumps and swallowing like there was no tomorrow. He then came in my mouth and Mysa then ordered me over to the couch, she was still being fucked, but her mouth was free. She wanted to taste the cum, which had been mixed with my saliva. I went over to her and she began kissing me aggressively, and her tongue licked out the guys cum and she swallowed. The second guy, who was pounding Mysa stopped and he wanted to pound my pussy now. But before, he would do that, he ordered me to go down on Mysa's pussy and drink his cum out of her. I did so, and the taste of his cum, Mysa sweat and pussy juice was one I will never forget. I licked away at her pussy for ten minutes and I made sure I didn't waste a drop. 

Eventually, the second guy told me to stop; he then pulled me away from Mysa and forced me to spread my legs on the couch. I did so, but before I knew it, he was rubbing his cock against my pussy lips and then he inserted. I could feel the rip and he pounded me good and hard. He pounded me for over twenty minutes and eventually we both came together. Both guys decided to leave a finial trademark, I got onto my knees, they both stood above me and the both came on my face, hair, breasts and eyes. They took pictures, so I could remember. 

My life change profoundly after that moment Mysa and I became a couple for two years, but we both still had boyfriends. I've had 20 or 25 boyfriends including Europeans. As well as, sex, I also performed in plays and read poetry on the house stage. I also sang and played music. Good times. 

Anyways, we should be getting to Christine's threesome."

I really appreciated Miss Amal telling me all of this, I still didn't understand her, but it did ease my mind about losing my virginity and it was a more hopeful story than Diana's story. But unlike in Miss Amal's story, on this evening, I did not lose my virginity, but watching Christine dominate two men, both of whom were members of the security services, made me reflect further on sexuality. Being in this house reminded me of contradiction that lies at the heart of Syrian society. Female sexuality in this house was promoted, endorsed and embraced, but in wider Syrian society, female sexuality was a social taboo. But in our society, space matters, people can do as they please in their own homes, but in public they must act and behave differently. The separation between public and private is paramount, you are two different people. And it was this that became the focus of my poem the next evening. Syria was a virgin in public, but in private engaged in endless orgies. 

I quickly became a favourite poetess, I would draw in crowds, people would stop having sex to come and listen to me. And my audience was always distinguished and varied. We had government and local officials, police and security chiefs, judges, journalists, actors, directors, intellectuals and local mafia bosses. My wardrobe had changed as did my thoughts; I would wear tighter and shorter clothes and once a month I would do improvised fetish poetry. I wouldn't just recite poems, I would perform them, I once got Diana to wear a latex mask and tie up Miss Amal on stage, and I would narrate and director their actions through poetry. But for all my talk of sex, I still had one problem, I was a virgin. However, my virginity had me a legend in the house, and I was the most sought after person there. Men would by me drinks and try to convince me to go to bed with them, but most failed. 

I wanted to lose my virginity to the right man and I was willing to wait. In the meantime, I would go and watch other people having sex. I witnessed many memorable orgies, and some were very specific and interesting. I once saw a group of six French Anthropologists, who wanted nine Kurdish girls, for a themed orgy. They had been doing field work in Kurdish rural towns and villages and they wanted to act out their fantasies about Kurdish peasant women. The Kurdish girls had to wear traditional bright-Kurdish costumes, like rural Kurds do, they also had to resist the Frenchmen's advances and even try and physically escape them. But the Frenchmen would catch them before they could escape and then fuck them. It was all very interesting to watch. 

I had been in the house for five months when trouble started brewing, my country, had plunged into chaos. There was an uprising in the South and the regime feared, that like Tunisia and Egypt, it would be next. There were protests and massacres across the South and Centre of the country and we were not immune. Our house was cross-sectarian and multi-ethnic and many supports of the regime frequented the house. Most of us who worked at the house were sympathetic with the revolutionaries, but Miss Amal forbade us to host revolutionaries or join the revolution ourselves. Anyone who breached this would be reported to the secret police. Nothing was the same after that. There was so much tension in the air. But I felt what was happening was good for our country and I felt uneasy about the kinds of customers we were getting. We started seeing more security agents, pro-governmental militia men and soldiers come into our house. Many would be in army fatigues and they would carry guns. We had never seen guns in our house, but now they were everywhere. I didn't like them, many of them were murders and criminals and they would be rough on me, they would grab my ass and try and kiss me. But I remained a virgin. 

There were divides in the house, some of our girls, went missing including Miss Amal's younger cousin Yasmeen. It's not clear what happened to her, but, rumours insist she left the house and joined the revolution. I even heard she is a rebel commander. Diana remained at the house, but she later left and took up arms with a Kurdish militia. But within all this turbulence, I'd met the one, the guy I wanted to lose my virginity too. His name was Ala'a, perfect looking guy, tall-medium built, with a well kept beard and wild long hair. He was light olive skinned and had big green eyes. The trouble is he was in the opposition and Miss Amal would not permit me to see him. I had to sneak out of the house to meet him. 

He was everything, I'd fantasised about, rugged and manly, but also sensitive towards my feelings. He was modest, but intelligent and a great conversationalist, and above all else he was an idealist. We would meet in different locations, but usually it would be outdoors and we would hold hands and talk a lot. The first time we kissed was incredible, he would gently tease my lips with his tongue and then insert his tongue into my mouth, but only half way and he would quickly withdraw. We started off with pecks, but these pecks later turned into prolonged kissing, we often looked like we were eating each other faces off. We were a couple for five months, but the revolution had taken a dire turn, and Ala'a decided to join a rebel fighting unit. I was so turned on by his bravery and willingness to sacrifice, I asked him, if he would do me the honour of going to bed with me before he goes off. He obliged. 

Ala'a was a wanted man and so he constantly moved around, we had to meet at an apartment he managed to secretly secure. Six other guys lived there, but they had all left for the evening, and me and Ala'a were alone. Ala'a was the perfect gentleman; we had dinner, before the big event. It was a nice meal, but, in truth I was trying to suppress the feeling that this might be the last time I see him. It made the meal a little tense, because I knew, that the next day he would go and join the unit. To suppress this feeling, I would stare into his gorgeous eyes and watch him swallowing spaghetti, and all I could think is how I was going to suck him off. I wasn't that nervous about it, living in the house had prepared me for every eventuality. Once the meal was finished, he looked at me expectedly, and I realized he didn't know what to do next and he was a little bit nervous. So I took charge, I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. 




Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 03



Once we entered the room and were next to the bed, I stopped and turned around, and I began kissing him passionately on the lips. I inserted my tongue and encouraged his tongue to enter my mouth. When his tongue entered my mouth, I began sucking his tongue and I rested my hand on his tight butt. I gave his butt a good squeeze and with my other hand, I grabbed his arm and shoved up my t-shirt. I rest his hand on my breast and encouraged him to squeeze. He looked shy and embarrassed, but I could tell he was enjoying it. I continued to slide my tongue into his mouth and brush his tongue. I was really eating his face off. His bearded did make my face tingly, but I ignored it, I was in the throes of passion. I began rubbing his hair and eyes; I stopped kissing his lips and began kissing around his neck. I gave his neck a little bite and then I stopped and faced him. I rolled my tongue out and licked the air. I could see he was aroused and his face was staring to go red, he looked like he was going to burst. I then sit down on the edge of the bed and gently undo his belt and unzip his pants. I pull his pants down and then threw of his underwear. 

And there it was the most incredible sight, his big beautiful manhood the pride of Syrian masculinity. It was 8 inches long and four inches wide, it was clean cut, and looked very appetising, I knew, I definitely could eat it up. I did what Miss Amal had shown me, I first teased his cock with my fingers, I rubbed and stroked it. It became hard in my hand; I decided to make it less stiff, by spiting on it and gently rubbing the spit in. For show, I would also drool over it; my drools would also be thick, white and would dangle out of my mouth before making contact with his cock. I did this a number of times and his groans indicated to me his approval. I then began kissing his cock from head to bottom; I then lifted his cock up in the air and began licking his balls. I made such noise from licking under his nuts and I tried to swallow them, but that proved difficult and I ended up leaving teeth marks. I then pulled his cock down and I slowly inserted his cock into my mouth. It went it inch by inch, and I looked up at Ala'a with wide eyes, I wanted him to understand that I did this because I loved him. 

One inch, two inch and I would push his cock out and then re-insert and each time I did it more inches went in. I eventually, got the whole lot in and I paused, and let it sit down my throat for a few moments. I spat it out and then licked the cock some more and then I began to suck it hard. In and out, in and out, there was no stopping me, I was on a mission. He was groaning ever louder. I went faster and faster and got him to face fuck me. Loud sucking, slurping followed by sounds of refreshment, large gulps of pre cum going down in droves. It was truly magical, salty, but magical. He nearly cum and so I stopped and then began pulling of my top and jeans. I completely stripped and so did he. I threw him onto the bed and jumped on top of him. 

Our two sweaty bodies were now rubbing up against one another. I shaved my pussy, so that he could see his cock going in and out my tight hole, and my hole was very tight. I had underestimated how difficult it could be to get a guy's cock in. I slowly sat on top of him and using my hands inserted his cock into my pussy, I could feel with every inch, my pussy stretching. I managed to get five inches in and then I began riding him in and out. I would sit upwards as I rode, but I would pause from time to time and lie on top of him. It was a lot of work, but our bodies and skin touching and rubbing one another was enough to keep me going. He was screaming my name at the top of his lungs and I knew I was in command here. I rode him so hard, that I was afraid, I would break his cock off, not that he seemed to mind. I felt pressure in my pussy area and then I cum, my first orgasm, and yet I wasn't finished yet. I became possessed, I want his cum badly, I continued and now, I was screaming very loudly. I was pounding him good and then I felt a second orgasm coming on and from his scream, I knew he was close too. I kept the pressure up and then I felt cum fly out of his cock and the sensational feeling it gave me forced me to cum too. 

I was such a mess and covered in cum, but I didn't care, I was happy. We spent the rest of the evening kissing and cuddling. But when morning came, I couldn't stop crying, I knew this was it. We cuddled one last time and then parted ways. Things were never the same again after that. Not long afterwards, I had to flee the house and Syria. Miss Amal had found out I'd lost my virginity. She found out that morning, but she didn't know who too and she was ecstatic, she began sniffing me to see if she could smell the scent of post-sex. But a few weeks later she discovered who it was and threw me out. 

I now live in this refugee camp in Turkey, filled with nothing but memories and sadness, I loved the house. The house taught me many things, I came of age within it, but like Syria, I'd been exiled from the house. I heard the house is now only semi-functional. I also heard Ala'a had been killed. After the house, where do I go now?



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 04



Painting my nails, I like painting my nails, there is really nothing more relaxing than having some me time. Me time is a luxury, that I can't often afford, especially now days, there is always so much to do and not enough time to do it. I like to think of myself as an independent female, who is capable of fending for myself and who will risk everything to protect my family. My family do not understand why I do, what I do, and they do not appreciate that I have to do it for their protection. But I also do it for her, they took her away from me, and without her I have no sense of purpose. I stand up and head towards the window, the glass in the window is no more, but the frame still exists. I get into position and I look through the crosshair, I see the target, he has a beard, they always have beards but no moustaches. Most have long black beards, but some have red beards, blonde beards, grey beards and some have dyed beards. They speak in many tongues, mostly foreign, but never Kurdish. They have many names Takfirs (Extremists), rebels, butchers and many more, but as far as I am concerned they are foreigners who have come to harm my people. 

This beardo will be my thirty-second hit and I do feel uneasy about it, but not the same uneasiness, I use to feel when I started this work. Through the crosshair you can see the details of people's faces and their clothes and I use to wonder who they were? My first hit, I could see into his eyes, he looked nothing like I'd imagined he would. He looked so ordinary, not an evil two-headed monster you think of when you think of these people. I could see his smile on his face, I could see his wedding ring and I could see he had no idea what I was about to do to him. I had nightmares for weeks afterwards, I kept seeing him in my dreams and my guilt never went away. I would wake-up in the middle of the night in cold sweats about it. But now, I don't feel this, love and joy had gone from my heart and cold revenge has replaced it. They took my lover; I had never known true happiness until I met her, my beloved Diana. I'd always thought, I was weird and my desires were unnatural until I met her. Kurdish society, despite the rhetoric from political groups about gender equality, does not tolerant lesbianism and it certainly does not tolerant pre-marital sex, we probably have a higher rate of honor killing than the Arabs. This hit is for Diana and the uneasiness I feel, is not a moralistic or guilt thing, is the idea that within my hands I have the power of life and death. That's too much power for one person, there is something unnatural about it and this doubt doesn't go away, regardless of how you try to justify it. I am 21 years old, but, I know I will not survive this, maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday I will take a hit. The smell of blood carries far and no matter what I do the smell will follow me. 

My story begins in my village, which is located between Aleppo and Idlib, it's not especially famous but we are near abandoned ancient towns and cities called The Dead Cities of Syria. The rich archaeological heritage of the area means we sometimes saw foreigners passing through, but not very often. Our region is green, mountainous and full of lakes and fresh water rivers, my village was mostly farm land and my family worked these farms. The rural nature of my village meant that growing up; I mixed with males and worked alongside them. The women mostly dressed in colorful outfits, but no one ever wore the traditional Muslim headscarf or the veil, such dress would have been and still is, unusual. Women in my village are generally very petite, thus I stand out, because while many of them are relatively flat, I've always been curvy. My butt is very round and my chest size is well formed and could be described as large, but I have slim stomach and my legs are a few inches bigger than most of the petite girls in my village. My hair is long and black and pupils are dark, but my skin is fair. I use to love wearing make-up and me and my friends would often have fun applying make-up. My grandmother would frown at this, her generation never really wore make-up, and it was my mother's generation that started wearing make-up. 

But unlike my mother's generation, I got to go to school. My school was located in a medium size town a few kilometres away from my village. The whole village went to the same school. We would attend school until our mid-teens and then we would go out and work, that was the idea of our school. The school was an agricultural school and it focused on teaching us about farming. We did do other subjects like Islamic studies, Science, Mathematics, History, Literature and Philosophy. My schooling was done in Arabic and not Kurdish, which upset my grandmother because she thought I would forget my roots. We had to wear school uniforms, but these uniforms are not like the ones that I've seen on TV in other countries. Ours were more lifeless looking, militaristic, baggy and generally very depressing to wear. Every morning, we would have to assemble in the schoolyard, and stand to attention like soldiers do while the Syrian flag was being raised and the national anthem was played. We would then have to pledge our allegiance to God, Socialism, the Nation, The Ba'ath party and to the president. Our school was full of pictures of the president and posters with the party's slogans. 

School was not the best time in my life, but it was where I discovered my feelings for other women. There was this one girl, Dina, who was the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen, we became friends quickly. At first, I was in denial about my feelings, but eventually and rather begrudgingly, I came to accept that I was in love with her. I couldn't understand how I could be in love with women, in all my classes; we spoke only of union between man and woman. We didn't get sex education per say, but we did learn about reproduction in biology class, and this class never mentioned lesbians. The trouble was Dina did not feel the same way about me and I was too cowardly to admit my true feeling for her. I mostly retreated into myself and while Dina grew into a beautiful young woman, I, for the most part, chose to downplay my femininity, with minimal make-up and I fell into a sports crowd. Dina was head girl at school, she helped the teachers supervise other students, she also read poetry at national school competitions and was invited to join the prestigious student and young person's Ba'ath party association, only the brightest and best were invited to join. 

But despite how awful my school days were, I did very well on my end of schools exam and I was encouraged to apply to college. My family were reluctant, but in the end agreed, I would go to the University of Aleppo to study engineering. But I would have to commute from the village to Aleppo every day, a journey which would take two hours, to and from Aleppo. When I first arrived in Aleppo, I was shocked, scared and confused, I'd never been to a major city before and I didn't know anyone in the city. I found it hard to make friends; most of the other students would make fun of my clothes and rural accent. A month into my studies and I already wanted to leave, but it was then, that I met Diana. She was a couple of inches taller than me, but with similar features to me and she was very fashionably dressed. She approached me, while I was in the cafeteria eating lunch and she came and sat down next to me. 

Diana: "Hiya, I noticed you were sitting here alone. I'm Diana. Are you new here? I've not seen you around before?"

I responded "Yes, I am new here. My name is Noor, I'm studying engineering. How about you?" 

Diana: "Nice to meet you Noor. Engineering, wof, tough subject, you must be very cleaver. I'm studying English literature, its fine; I'm mostly studying it to learn English. I take it from your accent and clothes that you're not from around here?"

I was so excited, I'm looking at the most incredible creature and she is talking to me. "Yes I'm from Yacob village, it's about two hours from here. Where are you from?"

Diana: "Oh, so your Kurdish, me too, I'm from Qamishli." 

And from that moment I was infatuated by Diana, I kept watching her pink lips move and I knew I wanted to kiss them. I kept imagining how sweet they must taste and how trying them would quench any hunger I may feel. I looked closely at her battering eye lids and her ears, and I imagine making her blush by whispering sweet nothings into her ears. Oh and that hair, how I would love to stroke her hair back until it was behind her ear. And then I would gently nibble on the ear lobe and kiss her neck. My imagination went into a riot during the first encounter and I had trouble answering some of her questions because I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. I mumbled and rushed to get the words out and she had the grace to laugh and smile. Angelic, that was the word that came to my mind at the time. We agreed to hang out and when we departed way, I felt my heart skip a beat and I needed to rush home and lock myself away. 

When I got home that evening, I barricaded myself away in my room, and I lay on the bed and kept thinking of her. I tried to masturbate, by sticking two fingers down my pants and rubbing my pussy, but every time I would try and think of her in an arousing way, I had to stop. She was so angelically beautiful with her cute smile and playful but innocent nature, that masturbating over her felt like I was mentally defiling her beauty and that felt wrong. I imagined what would happen if she walked in and caught me masturbating over her, how disgusted she would be. I ended up praying that my eyes be scratched out rather than her finding out how I secretly defiled her. Later that evening, while I was asleep, I had a dream about her flying through my window and lowering herself on top of me. It was then that I suddenly woke up, because I had an orgasm and I felt the need to touch myself. 

The next few weeks, I would hang out with Diana and every time we were together, my heart would beat faster and faster. And the more I learned about her the more interested I became in her. Her family were urbanites and wealthier than mine, but despite this, we found that we had many things in common. But I would also get jealous when I would see her talking to guys and I needed to find a way to claim her. It was then, I decided, I needed to attract her and so I began going shopping for fashionable clothes and newer make-up. My clothes were getting tighter and tighter and the attention I got from guys increased. They would wolf whistle and sweet talk me, but I just ignored them and walked passed. Diana noticed the change in my wardrobe and would often been full of complements. We started going to the mall together and we would spend hours trying on new clothes. One day, Diana invited me to her house and I went up to her bedroom and we spent hours talking about films, music and boys, but then the conversation turned serious. 

Diana: "Noor, I've noticed something about you, something, I hope you don't mind me pointing out?"

I was a little bit nervous but tried to remain calm "Oh yeah, and what's that?"

Diana: "Well, we have known each other for three months now, and you've heard me talk about this guy and that guy, but you never seem to be into the discussion."

My pulse was beginning to take off "Oh really, I hadn't noticed."

Diana: "Yes and on top of this you never seem to talk about guys and you don't seem to like any. Also you get nervous and sweat around me, why do you do that?"

A lump developed in my throat and I couldn't respond and instead came out with half formed nonsensical sentences. 

Diana stares at me "Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, your fine, there is nothing wrong with you." My mind is racing and I went into a panic, I kept thinking 'Oh sweet Diana, how could you think there is anything wrong with you, my love. Do you not know, how my body yearns for you, how my flesh yours for your flesh.' 

Diana: "Then what is it?"

I look blackly at her and I don't know how, but the realization of what I desired of her, hit her and she smiled. I didn't know what else to do and so I just smiled back. She leaned forward and stretched out her hand and placed it on my pulse and could feel it racing. 

Diana: "I understand now. I know how it must feel, not to be able to be with the one you love. I know what a life without freedom is, but I also know there is nothing wrong with your feelings for me. Trust me, between two women there are no unwanted pregnancies, no real sexual diseases and no one gets hurt. I wouldn't deny you what you so desire."

I was confused, but before I could respond, she undid some button on her top and then reached out for my hand and then placed my hand on her right breast. 

Diana: "Its' okay, have a feel." 

I had never felt another woman's breast before and I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I could feel her smooth round nipple and all I could think to do was to gently tease and stroke it. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, as if she were enjoying it; I rubbed her faster and faster. It felt so nice and I had never been so excited in all my life, finally, some color is my otherwise grey life. At this moment, I was re-born and I was no longer ashamed of who I was. I rubbed her breast for 15 minutes and then we had to stop, it was time for me to get home, but Diana promised me that what happened would remain between us. She also invited me to a party, which I accepted without hesitation. On the journey back home, I couldn't but help but feel that I was now in a relationship and it felt great. But after that day things began to change and events took a downward spiral and far from entering into a relationship, a distance was developing between me and Diana. She would cancel on me and for the next few weeks, I hardly saw her. I was going to pieces, she wouldn't pick up my phone calls and I couldn't understand what I had done, I was sure she liked me touching her. Then one day, while I was at lunch with friends, I heard she had gotten engaged to Mr Miro who was a young aspiring professor. I burnt with range and wanted to kill myself. But as I was lost in my own world of private rage- events in my country took a downward turn- in Daraa, southern Syria protests and killing were happening. I noticed a change in the atmosphere, people were visibly nervous and I noticed big men in black t-shirts standing around campus and in the markets. I'd never seen them before and they looked monstrous, they were overly muscular and their tree-trunk arms had tattoos of the president- they also had beards and baseball caps. They carried M16's and other guns. I had never been so frightened than I was at that point.

Our country plundered into crisis and a few months later I ran into Diana. She approached me and acted like nothing had happened. I resisted and demanded to know the truth, Diana sighed and said it was true. She was now married but still had feelings for me. We had a long argument and she managed to convince me that she had no choice. But then she turned to me and changed the topic.

Diana: "Listen Noor, I have always believed you are a strong girl. A fighter, someone who will do what is right and expected of you. You're not like the rest of the girls, you are destined for better things than farm life. You are a role model for other girls- but your rights are about to be trampled on. Events force us to make a choice. These Arabs are not interested in protecting our rights- they want to make a Arab-Islamic state- don't let their talk of one free Syria fool you. The regime is not good, but it's better than what will come after, our people cannot survive with what comes after. We need you, our people needs you, join us?"

I am very confused by this point "Join who? What are you talking about?"

Diana: "Relax we are not with the government. Our Kurdish comrades, who have resisted Turkish domination, The Kurdish Workers Party (PKK) have started up a Syrian branch. We have a female unit called YPG, made up of fearless Kurdish women like you, we want you to join. I should also point there are other sexually open-minded girls in the unit too- so you'd be with your own kind."

I was flabbergasted at what I was hearing and I had to ask her to repeat herself. While I was trying to process what had been said, she moved in and closed her eyes. I suddenly felt her lips brush my lips and she placed her hands behind my head. She pushed my head forward and further onto her lips. I could taste her sweet tasting lipstick. She then pulled herself off me and said "And I would be your commander." 

What else does a girl need to hear? Defending your people, an adventure and pussy, it was perfect. I left from training camps the next day, I was placed in an all female regiment. Although I couldn't understand how we could of gotten these facilities so close to the city and no one tried to stop us. I suspected a close relationship between the government and our group, but never said so openly. Training with a group of sweaty girls was fun and there were many lookers. I would often smell sweat as we did sit-ups and I would imagine the smell of sweaty cunts, which would arouse me greatly. Diana donned military overalls and would drill us. She was a cruel commander- but to my delight- the girls would relax in the evening by getting each other off. 

We would gather in groups of three or four and one girl would be picked. In my first week, I was picked and I stood still while a line formed around me. Two girls stood in-front of me and one behind, the girls in front would lick and suck their fingers and then pull down my pants and slide their wet hands down my underwear and rub. They would gently work on the outer lips and the feeling of their soft hands brushing my pussy was sensational. My lips are very sensitive and they would slowly work on me, which only got me really aroused, although I wasn't prepared for what the girl behind me would do. She stuck her finger up my asshole and shout at me. They kept calling me a 'good girl' and they would then become more aggressive with me. We did this a number of times. 

But the best time was after we finished an exercise. Diana decided to reward me for doing so well and she commanded the entire regiment to line up and fuck me. It was a mass orgy of horny Kurdish female fighters. The girls pinned me down and began licking me- I was still wearing overalls- and they pretty much ripped my clothes off with their teeth. I lost count of how many pussies and assholes I licked- but everyone in the regiment had tasted my pussy. One girl went to fetch a massive cucumber from the kitchen, she then inserted the cucumber into my pussy, that was my first experience of penetration and it was with a cucumber. We later ate the cucumber, it was served with dinner. Despite ordering all the girls to screw me, Diana, stood and watched but never participated. She had a smirk on her face and kept asking how I liked it. By the end I had so much cum on my body, I wasn't sure what to do with it. 

When we weren't fucking we were fighting. We stopped fellow Kurds from joining the demonstrations and when rebel forces entered we fought back. One day before Diana was killed we finally did it. I will never forget the experience. It was after a tense day of fighting and I had returned to camp. Diana invited me into her office and I went and sat down on the chair facing her desk. She smiled and began talking.

Diana: "You're doing very well, you're our best fighter and should I pass I want you to take command of the regiment. It hard to believe how we met and now look where we are. Seems like only yesterday you were a sweet rural girl. Now you're a fighting lesbian."

I blushed and thanked her. She then stood up and began to encircle me- round and round, my chair- she went. 




Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 04



Diana: "But I'm a little disappointed because the other girls have tasted your pussy, but I haven't! Did you know that I stole your dirty underwear and I place it on my face when I go to sleep?"

"No, I did not." I say excitingly. 

Diana: "Well all of that it going to change. I'm taking you right now!"

She put her lips onto my lips and begins kissing. She slides her tongue into my mouth and teases my tongue, I can taste her saliva and it tasted good. Our two tongues were dancing with one another and the brushes between the two made my nipples hard. She sucked my tongue and made loud slurping sounds which suggested she was eating my saliva. She then withdrew her tongue and began kissing down my body until she reached my pants. And paused for a moment, she closed her eyes and seemed to breathing me in; she moved her head down and began sniffing. 

Diana: "Mmmmm..that smells good."

She then kissed my crotch area, which sent shots of energy down my body, I could feel my pussy tensing up. I looked down to see the back of Diana's beautiful head and then I felt he hands on my crotch area and then her hands clucking away at my flies. Suddenly, there was the sound of my pants being unzipped and I knew it was happening. Finally, Diana was going to give herself to me, I tiled my head upwards and closed my eyes with anticipation. I felt her teeth pulling away at my panties and she pulled them down with her mouth. My pussy was exposed and I could feel air on it, Diana was teasing me, by making me wait for her gentle tongue. Suddenly, I felt her tongue brushing past my lips and her breathe on my pussy, she began blowing air onto it. I opened my eyes and looked down and then it happened. Her tongue was licking up and down and sideways along my outer lips. The feeling of her wet tongue on my lips nearly made me cum, but I managed to hold out for a bit longer. 

Diana's tongue penetrated further and further and her tongue was getting deeper and deeper into my pussy. I groaned and groaned loudly, I never knew I could groan like that, but then again Diana was not ordinary lover. Some time passed and Diana was still eating my pussy, I could feel cum oozing out in droplets and Diana would swallow and slurp away, she was really hungry and I bet I tasted better than her husband. Gosh if he could have seen us together, what would he have done? Diana stopped licking away at me and stop up-right, she then ordered me to stand and turn around, which I did. She then licked away at her fingers and made loud sucking noises as she did so. I then felt her wet finger gently creasing my asshole and then her entire finger went up my colon. I screamed as she stuck her finger up hole, but despite that, I did enjoy it. She then began finger fucking my asshole. My tight little asshole would be tight no more. 

She started off with one finger and then she inserted a second one and really had a go. I didn't realize it at this point but she was softening me up for the kill. Ten-minutes of having two fingers in my ass, Diana withdrew and then clenched her fist and slowly inserted. I screamed all the way, it was the most painful experience of my life, but also the most fun experience of my life. Her fist got stuck a few times on its way in, but somehow she managed to get her whole fist in. 

Diana: "Oh yeah, do you like that baby?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Diana: "Good!"

She then withdraws her fist before re-inserting it. She laughed as I screamed and cum dripped out my pussy and hit the floor. But Diana did not stop and kept fist fucking my ass- after five minutes she stopped- and withdrew her fist all together. Unable to sit and my asshole was ruined, but I didn't care, I turned around and grabbed Diana and kissed her. I ate her mouth off and I then pushed her onto the desk and ripped her clothes off. I teased, bite and licked her nipples and kissed down her body. I teased her belly button with my tongue and licked it the way I wanted to lick her pussy. I then moved down to her pussy. 

My tongue made contact with her outer lips and the taste went through my body. I didn't wait around, I began eating her out, I was after all very hungry. My tongue went in deeper and deeper and she was groaning very loudly. Cum was already oozing out and my tongue wanted more and so I pressured her pussy even more. Before I could go any further, Diana pulled me off her and pushed me onto the floor and jumped on top of me. Her clit and my clit were now rubbing each other and Diana was humping me the way her husband humps her. This was truly the best moment of my life and I could feel an orgasm coming on. And then it happened- cum- sweet cum came out of my pussy and hers at the same time. The sudden released relaxed me and my mind went to wonderful places. 

Diana then jumped of me and handed me wet-wipes and told me to clean myself off. Once, I was done cleaning myself, I got up and left. I was happy again, but I didn't know that was the last time I would see her. So here I am now, what do I do? 



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 05



"Jessica, get out here, now! We are so hard," He barks out in their thick Russian accents and I shudder and try to ignore him. Instead I look into the mirror and apply pink lipstick, I am trying to stay focus, but I can't help but wonder, how did I end up here? He screams again "Come on Jessica, be a good girl, I know you want it." A good girl, he says? Well, certainly I use to be one of those, but now, I'm not so sure. Servicing these Russian spies, military advisers, contractors, diplomats or whoever the hell they are is not what a good girl does. I don't like Russians clients, they are so rough. Iranians are better, I mean they are politer, not that I like fire worshiping Persians either. "Jessica!!"

"Alright, I'm coming," I continue to apply make-up. You should have guessed it by now, but I am a working girl, a prostitute or simply, a whore. Jessica is not my name, my real name is Sophia Boutros, I'm 25 and I am from Bab Tuma or Thomas's Gate in the Old City of Damascus. My family is Christian like most residence of Bab Tuma, we live in an ancient part of the Damascus and are surrounded by ancient walls, which keep out the modern city. I have always been proud of my Christian heritage; our presence in the city predates Christendom in Europe. Saint Thomas came here, St Paul lived here and many other important figures, I can even show you were they lived. Our community has lived through and survived so much from the Roman persecutions of the Christians, The Muslim conquests, The Crusades, The Mongol Invasion, The Seljuqs, The Mamluk, The Ottomans, The British, The French, Independence, Ba'athism, Hafez and his son Bashar Al-Assad and now the Syrian civil war. We Christians know how to survive and thrive and I am the daughter of this great community.

This pride was instilled in me by my father, Joseph Boutros, who was a successful businessman. He had always been difficult, intelligent and stubborn; he's Greek Orthodox and made a bold decision when he married my mother. My mother is Armenian and belongs to Armenian Apostolic Church, which caused problems for both families, but my father was adamant and he got his way. I use to be proud to be his daughter, my father allowed me to get an education in the arts and I worked in the theatre, I look a lot like Kim Kardashian and so roles were thick and fast in coming in. But since the uprising started, work has been drying up, both for me and my father. It was he, who sold me into a life in whoredom. Anyways, I betta get out there, before they turn gay and start doing each other and I will lose my fee. 

I open the door and strut in, "okay boys, who wants it first?" They scream, they are like children who haven't learnt to share or wait. Two grown men and yet, they are like hormonal teenagers. They scream in a mixture of English and Russian and it's hard to make out what they want. I decide, that I need to take charge, I grab one of them by the collar and force him to stand up and I tug away at his tie. "What's your name big boy?"

"Vladimir, my lovely."

"Okay, Vladimir. Here's the deal, I only like men and not boys. If you want any special treatment from me- you need to behave- like a grown man. Understood?"

"Yes, my lovely."

"And you, what's your name?"

"Dmitri, mistress."

"Are you an ass man, Dmitri?"

"Good! Now stand up and stand behind me and gently stroke my butt, and when I order you, you may pull down my leggings and start kissing my outer checks. Gentlemen, there is a reasons, I'm not as the best ass, pussy and mouth in Damascus, and that's because I'm in-charge. My tongue is the seventh ladder to heaven, my ass is the gates opening and my pussy is eternal paradise. My tits are generally the forbidden fruit, but if you please me, I'll let you have a bite. But gentlemen, in order for you to enter my secret garden, you must do as I say or else remain in purgatory, both of you understand?"

"Yes mistress," they both let off. 

"Good, let get started then." Stocky Dmitri, get up off the couch and positions himself behind me. I wrap my arms around Vladimir and I place my lips onto his lips, as I press in and my groin and crotch empress upon his groin and crotch, I can feel his manhood bulging through his pants like a raging bull. Vladimir is breathing heavily and I gently open his lips and tease his tongue with my tongue. His breathe smells of mints, he's obviously conscious of how his breathe smells. Whilst I start to enter him, I can feel Dmitri's hand being placed on my butt and he squeezes and makes noises. I encourage Vladimir to stick his tongue into my mouth and he wastes no time. I withdraw my tongue from Vladimir, "Okay Dmitri, you know what to do. So do it." I place my tongue back into Vladimir and rub his tongue, Dmitri, pulls down my leggings and panties and drops to his knees. 

He kisses both checks respectfully, like you is seeking their permission, and then he opens his mouth a tries to swallow part of my cheek. It's a good thing; my butt is so round, there is plenty there to keep him entertained. Kissing, biting and licking, Dmitri is in paradise and he is taking his time and enjoying it. Meanwhile, Vladimir's mouth is becoming more salivated and his mouth is giving off drool. He drools into my mouth and I swallow in gulps, I'm one of the few whores who have no problems exchanging bodily fluids. It hard to discern a distinct taste, everyone is silently different. I pull my head back and spit into Vladimir's mouth and force him to swallow it. Dmitri is getting excited in butt land, he is beginning to lick at the top of the butt line and I know he wants to enter me with his tongue. I quiet enjoy having my colon tongue penetrated, I first discovered it when I was 20 and my then Muslim boyfriend insisted on it. He had a thing for butts and feet, we'd spend the evening with him sucking on my toes or with me walking on him barefooted or with heels depending on what kind of day I had. 

Dmitri is licking the top line with greater ferociousness, but like a good boy he is waiting for permission. "Okay, Dmitri. Go ahead, it's all yours." He thanks me and then separates my butt cheeks and starts licking the inside cheeks. While he enjoys that, I am now sucking Vladimir's tongue and giving it a blowjob. In and out, I go, with increasing speed and aggressiveness. Dmitri has now placed his tongue up my anus and is tongue fucking my ass, he tongue fucks non-stop for three minutes, before withdrawing and spitting on his finger and then sticking his finger up my anus. Despite being rimmed, I pull Vladimir's shirt off and start to tease his nipples with my tongue. I make circles around his nipples with my tongue and gently suck away at his nipples like an animal. My teeth brush away at his nipples, and they start to go red, as does his face. Dmitri is now licking and sucking away, nothing can stop him now. 

Dmitri's tongue tingles and having his tongue up my ass does feel a little bit weird. "Dmitri, pull your tongue out and move back a little bit!" He groans, but I insist again and he complies and he steps back. I now kiss down Vladimir's body and tease and rub his belly button with my tongue. Dmitri's behind me, giving himself a hand job underneath his pants and grunting and groaning. I now undo Vladimir's pants and I bark out to Dmitri "take your clothes off!", while Dmitri undresses, I get my first glances at Vladimir's penis. An impressive size, I must say, 7 inches long 3 inches thick. I look over at Dmitri and laugh "that's your cock? It's so tiny, you can't even call it a cock! I worried that if I swallow it, your tiny penis will break off. Man, you could almost mistake that for a pussy! Will that even reach the back of my throat? Now take a look at Vladimir, this is what a real manhood looks like. I can see why you have to pay for sex- no woman would ever get any pleasure form that."

"Please mistress, I beg you, even little cocks need love. I beg for your mercy, I was told it's not about size but what you do with it." Dmitri says and looks like he's about to cry. 

"Ahhhh there, there. I suppose, I can try and work with your tiny thing." My hand reaches out and starts to poke Dmitri's little 'manhood', meanwhile my other hand has gripped Vladimir's enormous cock and is gently tossing him off. Poking Dmitri's 'manhood' with my long red painted nails and as I do so, Dmitri can't stop thanking me, so much so, that I scratch his cock to get him to shut up. "You know, I'm pretty sure I can charge extra for this, I think little cocks are classed as special request." I manage to poke Dmitri enough for his cock to emerge out a little bit more and I place my hand on it and toss him off. I then turn my head to Vladimir and I open wide and I slide his dick into my mouth. It's at moments like this, I wish that I had married my Muslim boyfriend, he would never have sold me like this. The pride of the Christian community the daughter of a fierce Arab nation reduced to this, a Russian penis in her mouth. 

Vladimir's cock is helping to salivate my mouth and I shove it's along until it reaches the entrance to my throat. I then spit it out again and then re-insert and I look up at Vladimir's smiling face. But I get a little distracted and allow his cock to go in further that I wanted it too and pretty soon I am coughing and starting to choke. I spit him out and then I turn to little Dmitri and insert his cock into my mouth. Fortunately, there is no chance of him reaching my throat area and I suck away, using my saliva to make his cock messy and I look up at him with my big dark eyes. I then spit him out and start to violently suck Vladimir off and then Dmitri again and then Vladimir. After 15 minutes, I shove both cocks into my mouth and suck away. I spit both of them out and weary of the time I now command "Okay, Vladimir take me from the front and Dmitri from behind."

The preference here should be obvious, anal sex is more painful and little Dmitri will hurt less, in fact I'm not sure he'll be able to reach my colon let alone get inside it. I stand upright and Vladimir moves in and using his hand, pushes his cock pass my virginal lips and gets all the way in. Little Dmitri slides in from behind and what do you know, he gets into my anus albeit just about. Both men start to motion and the pounding commences, Vladimir's like a bull, very strong and aggressive. I spit at Vladimir face and he pauses to wipe the spit off and then swallow it. He then resumes and as he pounds, I can feel my pussy expanding and my outer lips have gone red. There is a distinct smell of cum in the air and I realize that Little Dmitri was unable to hold out and already came. I turn my head towards him "Dmitri why don't you take a seat and wait until Vladimir is done. I think I have some candy in the draw over there, why don't you take it and let the grown-ups finish off." 

Vladimir now takes full command and starts kissing me while he pounds, his tongue brushes my tongue and the room temperature feels like it has risen. We are both sweaty, sweat runs down my brow and down my back. Pretty soon my entire body is giving off a golden shiny complexion because of all the sweat. Vladimir is going psycho, he is making the loudest grunting noise I have ever heard and keeps saying things in Russian. Vladimir is nearly ready to climax and precum is oozing out and I know it's only a matter of time. I decide to speed things up and push back into him rather than just taking it. I am in affect humping him now and I take no prisoners. In and out, I speed up and hump as fast as I can and nothing will stop me from finishing him off. Vladimir now raises his head and I know it's coming now, just a bit more pressure and now I start to feel his cum. He is now leaking, like there's no tomorrow and he is screaming his head off. He moves his head forward and rests it on my shoulder and I know he has now cum. 

"Was that good?"

"Yes lovely, very much so. You're worth every penny and more." 

Vladimir now withdraws and I can see that my entire pussy is filled with his cum. They both pay me and they leave. I get washed up and prepare myself for the next client.



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 06



My name is Lina Khatib and this is my chronicle of events. I am what you would call a desperate housewife and many of my friends are desperate housewives too. We live on a Mountain in the Latakia region and our town is completely Alwaite, no other sects live here. At the bottom of the mountain is a mixed Christian-Sunni town, but we've started to have problems with them.

I am 26 years old and my husband has left town, as have the husbands of all of my friends. Most have gone to join the army or militias and are fighting the extremists, but they have left us behind and I have a very high sex drive. Months on end without cock makes a girl desperate and I know I am very attractive too. 

My girlfriends are in the same boat and so we have set-up a circle in Mona Khatib house. Mona is my cousin, and we meet there daily to discuss the cock shortage problem. Today the circle is meeting to discuss masturbation techniques and possible sighting of cock in the town. Most of us don't want to cheat, but girls have needs and it has been months. If we see a guy, regardless of who he is, we'll grab him and do him.

Men should really watch out. Before you ask, how an earth we would take a guy against his will? Remember that since the uprising began the government gave us arms and training. For a brief time, I served in the National Defense Force's female unit and many of my girlfriends also served there. 

Six of us gather at Mona's house. There's Hala, she 42 and has two children, her husband is second in command to the elite Fourth Armoured Division and has close ties to the ruling family. Hala is slender and has olive-skin, she is delicate, sophisticated, educated and cultured, but is probably the biggest slut here. Her sexual exploits are legendary, and claims 52 conquests, since getting married 20-years ago, all of whom were not her husband. 

There is Dina, 31, three children; her husband is a captain in the Syrian Air Force. Dina is tall, fair skinned, dark eyes and hair and has never been with anyone else and thus we label her the virgin of the group. Suhair, 24, no children and is married to a high ranking officer in the Air Force Intelligence Directorate. Suhair has fair skin, blue eyes and dark hair- but I have always had my reservations about her. She uses to be an actress and there are rumours she works for the Secret Service and she use to be a prostitute. 

There are a few others in the circle too, but I don't know them well. Mona gets the meeting started.

Mona: "Ladies, our pussies haven been dry for months and there have been no knew sightings of cock. This is nothing short of a catastrophe! What are we going to do?"

Suhair: "Well there is not much we can do. I managed to obtain this pornographic DVD, which we can use right now, but beyond that nothing."

Hala: "I don't care what it is, just put it on, dam it."

Suhair turn on the widescreen TV and places the DVD inside. The volume is turned up to the maximum and the screen goes dark. Suddenly, music and female groaning boom out and the option menu comes up. The DVD and the film is American and Mona fiddles with the remote before the film begins. A wide screen shot of a beach side house and a blonde girl emerges onto the screen. 

She is viewing a house and the hunky estate agent is a little inept. The blonde is very demanding and overly critical, the estate agent is annoyed and grabs her by the neck and forces her to her knees. He unzips his pants and she performs oral sex. His cock is massive and the sight of it, get the girls very excited. 

Mona unzips her jeans and beings to rub her pussy, then Hala, Dina and Suhair follow suit. Pretty soon the other two girls are rubbing, but I find it hard to masturbate in front of them.

Hala: "Ohhh..he so big, that does it, I'm moving to Miami."

Suhair: "I wish my husband was that big."

Dina: "Me too."

Mona: "Is that thing even real?"

Hala: "Who cares I'd take it any day."

Dina: "But surely something that large would hurt?"

Hala: "Again who cares?"

Suhair: "It looks very delicious, I mean tasty. Gosh, I'm beginning to drool, my mouth is quite literally producing a lot of saliva. Would any of you girls do porn?"

Hala: "If we lose this war, I'll go to America and work in porn films, yes."

"I do wonder what it must be like." I say to the group.

Mona: "Heavenly."

Each girl is now ferociously rubbing their pussy, I can see the each girl is very aroused and their cheeks are starting to go red. I feel embarrassed and decide to leave, but as I leave, I feel sad. Am I still able to get off, have I been so unsexed for so long that I am no longer able to feel sexual pleasure? 

A few nights later

I have been house-bound for the last few days, the village at the bottom of the mountain is being fought over between the governmental soldiers and extremists and some shells have hit our town. Night time approaches and I am trying to sleep, but I keep hearing noises outside, like someone is rummaging. I run to my window and look out, low and behold, a man is hiding out in my garden. I think he is an anti-governmental fighter, I should report him, but after months without cock I have a better idea. 

I head downstairs and hide near the door and I try to get a better look at him. I can see his ak-47, green overalls and beard, but I also see that he is well-built and tall. I should report him, but I don't know, I am really tempted. I get so excited, I stick my hand down my panties and start rubbing, and for the first time my pussy feels receptive and sends positive signals throughout my body and I begin to heat up. 

That does it, I am having him. I quickly phone my cousin Mona and tell her to round up the girls and get them over here. Meanwhile, I open the front door in my underwear and the fighter looks startled and point his gun towards me. 

"Marhaba (Hello)," I say to the confused fighter.

"Marhaba."

"It's dangerous out there and you will get caught, why don't you come inside? It's safe in here. Don't worry, I don't bite!"

He looks hesitant but readily agrees and runs into my house and I abruptly close and lock the door. "My name is Lina, what's your name?"

"My name is Ahmed," I detect a Aleppian accent.

"You're from Aleppo?" 

"Is it that obvious?" He now looks me up and down and I think he likes what he sees. I direct him to my living room, he sits down and I bring him food. We started talking and I learn more about him, when my friends arrive, Ahmed looks frightened, but I try to re-assure him. 

Suhair: "Well let's expect the good ladies."

Hala: "Mmmmm...Looking very good. A fine stallion."

Mona: "You've excelled yourself, ya Lina."

Dina: "He even smells like fresh meat."

Ahmed looks even more confused and I walk over to him and sit in his lap. "I think you're hard," I then stick my hand behind me and onto his crotch and squeeze, "Yes, very hard. But can he handle five beautiful girls? Are you that strong, energetic, do you have the stamina to handle five girls? I will make you a deal, Ya Ahmed, you give us whatever we want sexually and we'll protect you from the authorities. Understood?" 

Ahmed: "I don't understand, who are you?"

"Yes you do. So what will it be? Are you feeling brave?"

Ahmed: "Doesn't look like I have much of a choice."

"Good." I now get off his lap and I pull down his pants. The girls group around him and Suhair moves in and starts kissing him on the lips. Brushing his lips and then inserting a little bit of tongue, me and Hala get onto out knees and we both stroke and rub his enormous manhood in. 

Dina and Mona sit on the coffee table opposite the couch that Ahmed is sitting on, and they start to rub their pussies and the sight of Ahmed's large cock. We will take him in turns. 

I stick my tongue out and get my first taste of Ahmed's delectable cock, it's really like licking and ice lolly. I lick one side and Hala lick the other, we speed up and have a mini-competition, who can get Ahmed wet first? My finger strokes the v-area , which is between his cock and balls, while Hala starts licking, biting and swallowing his balls.

Hala is doing a really good job, that every few moments she stops and we kiss one another, so I can learn what Ahmed tastes like. I then stick Ahmed's cock into my mouth and suck and swallow for a few moments-before-withdrawing and kissing Hala. 

Hala starts sucking Ahmed and I get up and walk over to Mona, I slide my tongue into Mona's mouth so she can get the taste of Ahmed. She likes the taste and so I let her go in my place and she starts sucking Ahmed off with Hala. I eye up Dina and I pull her hand out of her panties and start sucking her fingers. I then reach down and start licking her pussy, she already has some cum on her outer lips, which I take into my mouth. 

I now ferociously lick Dina out and she cums into my mouth, I then stop licking Dina and I walk over to Suhair and start kissing her. I empty some of Dina's juice into her mouth, and then both me and Suhair, take it in turns to kiss Ahmed on the mouth. We empty Dina's juice into Ahmed's mouth and we force him to swallow.

The time has come to ride Ahmed. We all step back from him and nominate Dina to have the first go. Dina, without hesitation, pulls off all her clothes and jump into Ahmed's lap, she slides his cock into her pussy and starts to ride him. Up and down and the couch shakes aggressively. 

Dina screams her lungs out and humps him for ten minutes before cuming. Dina jumps off him and Suhair starts sucking Ahmed's dick- she is keen to know what Dina juice tastes likes when mixed with Ahmed's cock. 

After Suhair has finished slurping it up, Hala jumps onto Ahmed's lap and starts riding him. Hala is a real professional, she is then followed by Suhair and then Mona. Finally, it's my turn and I, like the others, waste no time. I've been waiting for this moment and now it has arrived.

I jump onto his lap and slide his cock into my pussy. Just the feeling of his cock bypassing my outer lips, sends tingles through my body. I start grunting and groaning wildly, I've never felt this good. 

I start humping him and humping him hard. I am out of control and I will not stop, after 15 minutes, I am ready to cum. I jump of him and grab him to pull him to the floor. He's on the floor and I sit on his face and force him to lick. His tongue penetrates my moist pussy deeply, while Suhair and Mona take in turns to suck his cock. 

Finally, Suhair decides to ride him again and sits on his crotch and slides his cock into her pussy. While she is doing that, I cum into Ahmed's mouth, he gulps it down and swallows everything. I then get off his face and then Mona jumps onto his face and he is made to start over again. Then Dina, Suhair and Hala sit on his face. 

Finally, we all gather around Ahmed's cock and we get onto our knees. We take it in turns giving him a handjob, and eventually, cum starts flying out and he hits Dina in the eye and on Suhair's hair. Then he really starts cuming, and he managed to cover my tits, Mona and Suhair's face, Dina's hair and Hala's mouth. 

The next day, governmental soldiers knock on my door and ask if we have seen any fighters in the town. I tell him no and he leaves. I kept Ahmed for a few weeks- and he kept filling my pussy up- eventually he had to leave but promised to return with more cock. Men let's this be a lesson to you, never leave a hot woman to go to war.



Love and Sex in Syria Ch. 07



Mmmmmmm...Cock, mouth watering cock, I love it. Being the powerful lady that I am, finding it is no trouble. There are many kinds of cocks. Bent cocks, straight cocks, small cocks, cut cocks, uncut cocks, big cocks, round cocks and hard cocks. I've had them all! They are delicious and I can never get enough of them, who need Baklava, Kanafeh and other Syrian desserts, when you could have cock? 

I'm married to a very powerful man, who has a very senior position in the Syrian government, I cannot say who he is, but I can say he's a top decision maker. But in the bedroom, he doesn't give me what I need and is very shy, thus I'm forced to look elsewhere for my carnal pleasures. This is too his benefit, I've whored myself to help his political position, by sleeping with key figures. It's a sexual House of Cards in Damascus. 

Being a tall, fair, slender and fashionable woman, I've no problems attracting male attention. I can overwhelm foreign dignitaries' with my British English, my Syrian charm and my knowledge of French literature, economics and computer science. But I think my tongue is what intrigues them most of all. I can do magic with my tongue and an ice cube, the Syrian sexual House of Cards and I'm at the centre of it. Call me Emma and we'll get along just fine. How do I find cock? Well I have a network of informers, let me tell you about what happened last week. 

I received a phone call from Safaa, she's the daughter of the Grand Mufti of Syria, she told me a hot guy had cum in her pussy and she wanted to know if I'd be interested in cleaning up? Naturally, I was and so I went to her apartment and found Safaa lying on her bed with her legs open. I crawled onto the bed and using my two fingers, slid her pussy open and saw cum spilling out. I then moved in, stretched out my tongue, and scoped up some cum. 

Creampies are a rare treat, tasting male and female cum mixed together, is something beyond special. Today, I have a special assignment, my husband is having trouble with the army, he fears there is a lack of unity. There are rumblings among the top-brass, my husband fears munity and a possible coup and they fear a possible purge from the government of the armed forces. It's my job to help persuade them to stop. 

I only know one way to stop them. I am meeting with the commander of the Air Force, a senior commander of the Fourth Armoured division and a leading general. They knock on the door and I get the gentlemen to take a seat.

(Air Force Commander) AFC: "I'm sorry, but these stories of a punch are untrue."

(Fourth Armoured Division Commander) FADC: "But your husband's paranoia is beginning to trouble us."

(Leading General) LG: "We hear rumours of treason, we hear rumours of purges. Your husband is planning on removing us, is that not so?"

"Gentlemen," I now open my legs and the short black cocktail dress I am wearing allows the guys an interesting view. I then cross my legs again, "This talk of a purge is nonsense. My husband understands the important work you do and has no doubts about your loyalty. But you know, as well as I, that these are distressing times and our country is on the verge of the abyss. And there may be officers, who may not have the country's best interests at heart."

FADC: "That's nonsense! We are loyal to Syria. I can assure you of the loyalty of my men."

AFC: "As can I."

LG: "Me too."

AFC: "The real question is, how do we know, you're telling us the truth?" 

LG: "Yes this situation seems more complex, that you have led us to believe." 

"Well gentleman, let me provide you with the necessary assurances, which will un-complicate the situation. I didn't want to do this, but you leave me with no choice."

I uncross my legs, get up off my seat and walk towards LG. I stare down at his crotch and bite my lips and lick my lips. I slowly go down and kneel, I undo his belt, open the button on his pants and unzip them. "Gosh, you do drive a harsh bargain. I can see why you're the top general." I slide down his underwear and his average size cock hangs out. 

My red nails poke his manhood, I then rub and drool on his cock. I lick the top and bottom of his cock and by now, the other two commanders have emerged either side of me. They unzip their pants and yank out their cocks. Using my mouth, I start to suck LG off, while my hand strokes and massages AFC's cock. FADC waits patiently, eventually; my free hand is now stroking and rubbing his cock in too. 

I begin to wonder, if I have bitten of more that I can choose? I spit out LG, and shove FADC into my mouth, I am really cock hungry. I swallow, gulp, guzzle, regurgitate and spit. On repeat, always on repeat. I spit FADC out and immediately take AFC, his cock is perhaps the tastiest. While I suck away, FADC, moves behind me and forces my butt into the air. He lifts up my dress and pulls down my panties. 

I feel his cock teasing my butt cheeks, oh the gentle rub sends my body into a tingling sensation. "Ahhhh." I scream, while FADC inserts his massive cock into my anus, he clearly takes no prisoners. He begins pounding and the sound of his balls smacking against my butt and his aggressive grunting, making it sound like animal sacrifice is taking place. 

AFC's cock is still in my mouth and I can feel my mouth salivating, but because of FADC, trying to control my movements proves difficult. I am simultaneously giving LG and handjob and a rather violently aggressive one at that. I am squeezing his cock so hard, it's beginning to turn blue and I am forced to release my grip to take the pressure off. 

LG get's up off the chair and stands behind me, as does AFC, there is basically a line forming behind me. After FADC's done, LG has a go and after that AFC. My asshole is over-inflated and my cheeks incredibly red. 

But these horny men are not done yet and neither am I. LG sits back down and I sit on his lap facing away from him, he slides his cock into my dying ass, and I jump up and down with my hair flying around in the air. AFC then positions himself in-front of me and rubs his juicy cock against my outer virginal lips. He's getting so hard and he slides that hard thing, through my lips and into my inner sanctum. Two-dicks inside me and I am to make it a third. 

Suddenly, the door bursts open and my husband flings through, he is shivering and crying and holding his cock. 

Husband: "Whhhyy..Oh God, why? I thought you loved me? I thought we had something special? And now I find you with my generals?"

The generals start laughing, "Baby, I do care about you. This is all for you. Now stop crying and let me finish off, if you promise to be quiet, I will let you stay and masturbate in the corner. If not, go and run my bath!"

Husband: "Why are you so cruel?"

"Why are you so weak? You don't satisfy me sexually, thus I go else ware! And I wouldn't need to do this if you were a better leader; you're not half the man your father was!" 

I turn to FADC, "Come on, stick that thing into my mouth. Come on, I want it. Let's pretend he's not here." FADC sticks his cock in my mouth and the other two resume humping. My husband is still crying and screaming, but is also tossing himself off. 

Husband: "Oh God, so cruel. But still so good."

FADC goes deep-throat and I feel, as if, my throat will rip in two. AFC is pounding my pussy hard, my body is really sweaty, and my Husband is still crying. AFC stops pounding and he now switches places with FADC. FADC wastes no time and resume the pussy assault, but AFC now tastes even more interesting, because I can taste my pussy on him too. 

Twenty minutes pass and by now all three men are ready to cum, I jump off LG and get onto my knees and open my mouth. LG, FADC and AFC stand above-me with their cocks out, tossing themselves off. FADC cums first, he squirts me in the eye and then he cums down my face, mouth and tits. AFC targets my hair, mouth, my eyes and my back. And LG, hits whatever clear patch remains on my face. 

Each man walks over to my husband and pats him on the back as they leave. 

FADC: "That's some women you got there. An excellent negotiator, she provided us with the assurance we need and you can count on our loyalty."

AFC: "Cheer up, Mr President, politics is cruel."

LG: "If it's any consolation, she's better that my wife."

I now get up and head straight passed my husband, and hit the shower. I am safe in the knowledge that Syria is safe for now, but for how long?