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Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 01

By: Scheherazade88



Shit....this suit is very tight, I am going to have serious chaffing and quite possibly red marks across my body. Why did I have to eat pizza at lunch? I have clearly put on a few pounds. Alright... fine, tomorrow I will join the gym and try and lose a few pounds. After all a girl in my position cannot afford to get fat. My auntie Suha is large as a whale and look at her, in her fifties and still single; I am not ending up like that. I want to be a modern, cultured woman, who is strong, independent and successful. I will have a career, two children in private schools and a loving and supportive husband, who will bring me breakfast in bed every Sunday! Right, both my feet are in the pants legs and I think I am ready to zip myself up, here goes nothing, pulling up now and making a lot of noise...but.... Yes, it's all the way up. Well, that is the hard part done, and I must say I do look very good. There is a little bit of cellulite at the front but that's okay, I have learned that men can't see cellulite, and it's not the same thing as fat. My butt does stick out, but the Al-Hosseini women are known for their round butts and curves, but paradoxically we are always slim. With the exception of Auntie Suha, but she is only half Al-Hosseini, so what do you expect? Besides this client, who I will call John A, requested a girl with a bubble butt like mine, and for $1,000 an hour he can have whatever he wants.

Okay, now that I am in the black latex cat suit, I need to slide into my latex high heel boots. I am 5'4"and what I love about these heels is how much taller I get by wearing them. In them, I am at least 5'8"and being a taller girl is cool. It makes me feel powerful, and power is sexy. My feet have trouble breathing in them, and they are a bitch to walk in! I can't tell you how many times I would trip over myself while trying to walk in them. I have injured my ankles by wearing them, but it's okay now; I have gotten use to them, and I like strutting my stuff in them.

Anyway, time to apply makeup, for something like this I need dark eye-shadow and long eye-lashes. They should look great on me, but I must be careful not to off-set my big green eyes. The secret to all well-done makeup is to bring out bring out your natural features and not to disguise or replace them. My skin is very fair and white, so I will need to make my cheeks red and my lipstick should also be red, as John A requested it. Luckily, I straightened my hair already this will save me time but now I must tie my dark blondish hair back and put on the latex cat mask. Wow, I must say I do look like Michelle Pfeiffer, albeit an exotic-looking Iraqi Michelle Pfeiffer, but like the Hollywood actress nonetheless. 

I hope John A likes it; I do have a selection of other outfits; which my other customers seem to like. But everyone has their own particulars, I have a few Jewish clients, one who is into latex and the other who is not, but they both insist I dress like a Nazi SS officer and dominate them. Because of this I have a 'slutiffied' and feminised SS outfit and a Latex SS-outfit- I also speak pretty good German and can put on a convincing German accent. I can also do French, American and, of course, Arabic. I sometimes think my talents are wasted here and I should do theatre instead. 

Okay, quick equipment check. I open my bag: black whip? Check; silver metallic dildo? Check; big vibrator and black 9 inch strap-on? Check; lubricant? Check, ball-gag? Check; handcuffs? Check; other hand restraints? Check, flavoured condoms including cherry? Check; rape alarm? Check; wet-wipes? Check. Okay, let's just slide on latex gloves and let's get this show on the road. It's an art what I do, and I love doing it. I walk out of the bathroom and there he is, in his suit on the floor bowing down to me, which pleases me very much. 

John A says, "I am your slave, and I am not worthy of you Mistress Soraya. Please accept my submission to you."

In case you are wondering, my name is Soraya and I am enjoying John A's submission to me. In real life, he is a hedge fund manager. He earns a killing every year and has a spoilt wife and two really spoilt kids. However, she doesn't give him what he wants sexually, so he comes to me for a good time, not that I am complaining.

The money I get for this enables me to pay for university and to live comfortably and financially independent of my parents. I do not come from a poor family; on the contrary, my father is a highly successful doctor and virologist and heads the Center for Viral and Disease studies unit at Imperial College London. He, like many Iraqis first came to England in the late 1970's to study, which was paid for by the Iraqi government. Iraq was an up-and-coming country back then and the Iraqi government wanted the country to have the best scientists and so people like my father we sent abroad to study. After he finished his studies he went back to Iraq and found a country ravaged by the Iran-Iraq war and his younger brother Hassan had been killed near Kermanshah in Iran. He had joined the Iraqi army, despite the fact we are Shia, and died defending our homeland-but it wasn't all hopeless at first- my father was adamant he would stay and build his country

He married my mother, who was from an old clerical family in Najaf, this was very important to him. Because hanging over his head is the fact his grandfather was born in Tabriz, Iran and he was an Azeri Turk with some Persian ancestry and with rumours of possible Kurdish ancestry. These are ancestries you don't want in Ba'athist, Arab nationalist Iraq, especially with a paranoid dictator like Saddam Hussein in-charge. I was born in the midst of war in Sadr City or Thawra District in Baghdad. We came to England when I was two and my older sister was four and have lived in an upper-middle class part of Surrey, where I attended an all girl private school and it was here that I developed my nice-middle class English accent. Boys were off-limits to me in-terms of dating, but I could have them as friends. Yes, I would describe my family as liberal, but my father would be stricter with me than my friends' fathers would be. He was not very religious, but he was very strict on Iraqi and Arab culture and my mother was stricter on religion, but she did not wear the Hijab or headscarf. I somehow turned out like this- of course they don't know about it- they think I have a part-time job and earn money legitimately. I think they would have a heart-attack is they could see me dressed like this.

I walk over to John A, "Haaaa... you're pathetic, a sad, dirty and poor excuse for a man. What makes you think you are worthy of me? Your wife is at home laughing at you- she is probably sucking a university student's dick and paying him with your salary. You are a stupid piece of shit". 

John A, "Yes, Mistress."

And as I look at this pathetic soul laying before me, I say, "Shut up. Did your mistress give you permission to speak? I don't think so. You will only speak when spoken to slave."

There is music of classical seduction on in the background- I'd prefer if the whole hotel couldn't hear me taking advantage of my victim. They might think it is weird- and I am a very conscientious person- and I can't think of a weirder situation they could find me in!

John A: "No, Mistress, sorry Mistress."

He broke the no-talking rule and I have to punish him for that. "Again with the talking." I scream as I kick him once at the top of his head which was still on the floor because he was bowing. his head flies back and he sits in an upright position for the first time. He looks shocked, and his eyes widen; I can see he enjoyed that and was feeling aroused. 

"That's better!" I bark. "Now, slave boy. Do you like your mistress's boots and heels?

John A looks a little apprehensive; I bet he is not use to being dictated like that. He then nods affirmatively and lets out, "Yes, I like them very much, Mistress."

But he says this in a quieter tone than his previously louder, more arrogant declarations. Good, this is a sign he is learning to accept my authority over him and he is resigned to the fact that his fate is in my hands. I seem to have this effect on men, even while I am at university in my everyday life, men bend over backwards to please me. I am nice to them, I gently tease and flirt with them and sometimes this is not even necessary to get them to do what I want. A simple smile is sometimes enough. I know I have many admirers and would-be-boyfriends- there is this one Anglo-Pakistani guy who is convinced I will be his if he helps me out with school work. But unknown to him, I already have a boyfriend, an English-Iraqi dental student, and he plans to marry me. Of course, like my parents, they think I am a virgin and don't know what I do.

"Good!! Now kiss and lick under my shoe and do not stop until I command you to stop." 

John A: "Although, I am not worthy of your Mistress, I will do anything to please you." 

I stick my foot in the air, and John A starts to kiss the bottom of my latex boot. He grunts as he does it. "Ahhh..Mistress, the smell of your boots and the taste are perfect. I am your slave." 

I detect some arrogance and pleasure in his voice, and this will not do. So I spit twice on the back of his head and laugh, "Hahahaha, you stupid dumb fuck. You like that don't you? Thank your mistress for it!"

John A: "Thank you, Mistress."

It's good he is a little bit frightened of me, as he should be. It's like Machiavelli said, "It is better for a ruler to be feared than loved," and that is what I am to John- his ruler and his world. He now really begins to lick down the bottom of my boot- ooohhh that wet slippery tongue of his sliding down it. 

"Okay, you worthless piece of shit, suck on my heel."

He relishes the chance and immediately begins to wrap his tongue around my heel- he first kisses it out of respect and then starts to lick. 

"Come on, suck it like you would suck a cock!!" I bark at him. 

He now sucks and swallows my heel like there is no tomorrow.

"Mmmhh... you like to suck cock, ha?" I tease him. "Come on, let me hear you say it, gay boy. 'I like to suck cock.'"

John A says very quietly, "I like to suck cock."

"What?? I can't hear you. Say it again, I..." and John stops and repeats, "I...," and then I say, "Like to...," and John repeats, "Like to..." "Suck cock." John: "Suck cock."

"Good slave, very good. Honesty is very important," I say hypocritically.

I am perhaps the least honest person with my wild double life- not like my goody-two-shoes sister Hala. She thinks she is so perfect with her PhD. in microbiology and handsome Iraqi stock-broker fiancée. She has always been Daddy's favourite and could do no wrong. But unlike me, she has dark eyes and hair and so, amongst the Iraqis in London, I stand out more. Also, I study Politics and Middle East studies at the School of Oriental and African Studies and not science like her and my father. I am political and attend protests; she does not.

John resumes sucking my heel. He is getting good at it, and so I command him to lick the other heel. purr like a cat and begin to meow. I laugh evilly, but I am getting board and the Mistress is never board. I snap, "Enough!!" I pull my heel out forcefully and tease him.

"Bow at my feet again."

He complies. As his face is on the floor, I lean in and start gently to rub the back of his neck with my fingers entrapped in a cold latex glove. I then blow some air onto the back of his neck and kiss him once- my tongue sticks out and I begin to lick the back of his neck. He makes grunting noises "aaaahhh" to which I respond, "Silences," and hit him on the back. As I lick the back of his neck, I feel the need to go to the toilet and pee, "Perfect timing," I think to myself. I then stand upright and command him to sit up, which he does without a second thought. "Do you love me? And will you do anything for me? Please me in anyway?" 

John A: "Yes Mistress, I will do anything to please you". 

"Good. First, strip yourself down to your underwear and then sit upright again with your mouth open". 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Quickly!" I bark. 

He begins to throw off his expensive tailor-made suite and is stripped down to his underwear within seconds. He sits cross-legged on the floor, and I now stand over him and push my crotch into his face

"Kiss and lick my crotch."

He then begins to kiss the black latexed crotch area and then licks and bites it. I force myself onto his face, almost sitting on him. I quickly re-adjust my crotch position, I am not sitting on his face, but the front of my crotch is just above his mouth. I command him to lick and suck; he has trouble breathing, but I hold his head and push it onto my crotch. 

"You can almost taste my pussy, ha? Do you like the taste of latex pussy?" 

I let go of his head and let him answer, "Yes, Mistress". 

I feel myself ready to pee, I command him to open his mouth and close his eyes, "Stick out your tongue, slave!"

He sticks his tongue out, and I begin to unzip my outfit. The great thing about this outfit is the zipper which goes from my pussy to the top of my ass- so I do not need to get out of the outfit. I unzip and begin to rub my free pussy, then I position myself and take aim. Oh, I feel the pee going through my system, and it's oozing out, suddenly a huge load of light yellow pee flies out and hits him in the eye- which irritates his eye and turns it red. But there is no time to feel sorry for him, I am now flowing like there is no tomorrow and the pee bounces all over him. Some of it goes down his mouth and throat and other bits of pee go down his chest. 

What a spectacle! I love this job, and I am so glad that Maria the Italian and Francesca the Brazilian introduced me to it. They both study with me. They always have so much money. Both insisted that I take it up. Before I entered the world of escorting, I had minimal sexual experience; I had only ever performed blow jobs on four guys and had full sex with two of them (One of them was a professor, too!). I had always yearned for more sex and attention from men. Losing my virginity was not the memorable experience I'd hoped it would be. I lost it to a white English guy when I was 17. He was clumsy and kept on hurting me it was over in 15 minutes. I knew I wanted more from sex than that- I didn't want to be boring like my sister. I was apprehensive at first, but Maria and Francesca had their way of convincing me. 

They would always talk about how gorgeous I am. They told me I could make a killing with my body and looks- plus it was lots of fun. I wanted money and sexual independence- I've always been artistic and adventurous and thought, "Why not?" This line of work has exposed me to a world I never knew existed, from high-end swinger parties to gangbangs. I have even had female clients who have confirmed that I am bisexual. Actually, I discovered with Maria and Francesca the sexy fun that can be had with women partners. We've enjoyed a lot of sandwich fun together.

I finished peeing. John was quite a sight- he looked very yellow- and was now licking himself clean. I need cleaning and so I order him to lick me clean of pee- which he did without a second thought. His tongue ran up and down my crotch and anus area. He began to swallow loudly and make sounds of refreshment as he did so, "aaaahhhh." 

"You like that, slave, ha?" 

John: "Yes, I do mistress. You taste so sweet and I am sure I am getting protein, nutrients and much needed vitamins from your pee. I have a thing for tasting what my mistress had for breakfast."

He continues to lick which I enjoy very much- as his tongue violates me- I try not to cum too soon. John is not a bad-looking man, he is big, strong and Nordic looking, just as I like them. I know I should enjoy this because I will one day be married to an Iraqi man. And as he slurps and finishes cleaning me off he burps. 

I push him back and zip up again. I command him to stand like a dog with his hands on the ground. He does so, and I pull out of my bag two items- a big 12 inch black staron dildo and a dog-collar. Before sticking the starp-on, I suck and lick the dildo. "Mmmmm... I love big black dick."

I spit on it and rub it in. I walk slowly over to John and I sit on his back. I place the dog-collar around his neck and pull on it to the choking point, and then I relieve the pressure, allowing him to breathe. I now command "Go," and pull on the leash and smack his tight ass. He starts moving around and I taunt and tease him, he moves like my horse. I am incredibly high on the power I posses over him, my little slave and I then plan what to do to him next. I ride him and discipline him along the way. I am a cruel mistress. And I am not done yet, we move around for ten-minutes and I then order him to stop near my bag. I then rummage through my bag, with him completely unaware of his fate, and I pull out a rubber ball gag and I force him to swallow it. He does so, and I tie it around his neck, nice and tight, just how I like it.

You might be wondering if I would allow someone to treat me like this, to which the answer is yes. Some of my clients like to dominate me and do things like this- it is all about what someone is willing to pay for. John the slave is now choking a little but not seriously enough to cause a medical emergency. And I order him to continue walking around and I laugh and insult him as he does it. This continues until I feel bored and then I order him to stop, by now he is withering down and looks tired. I then jump of his back and pull down his underwear- but before I do anything I kiss his butt and begin to lick his asshole. He can feel my juicy tongue on his anus and starts to grunt. He can't say anything on account of the ball gag in his mouth. 

"Right, I am going to rip you open and turn you into a man whore." 

I first allow my tongue to reach into his anus and then spit on my fingers and insert them into it. He groans some more. I finger him violently and then I stop and pull out lubricant from my bag and begin to stick it into his anus. Rubbing it gently and then lubbing up my strap-on, I take a big breathe and lick my lips. "Ready?" He grunts and I slowly insert the strap-on inch by inch and he screams louder and louder. 

"Silence. I did not give you permission to scream." I push it in all the way. "There's a good boy." I start to hump his ass.

He screams, cries, and wails, but I don't care about his suffering. "Yeah, loving that, ha, slave." I now pound him and watch as his anus rips open and I see blood flying out. His ass checks go red as I pound him. My bitch, he is my bitch and I continue until I'm bored. I do get bored and feel like sucking some cock. I then stop and order John to his feet- but as he does, he shivers and has trouble standing. I shackle his hands together and decide to treat him- I get on my knees and look up at his big uncircumcised cock, my favourite kind. (My parents would disown me if they knew how I liked non-Muslim cock.) I then meow like a cat and look up at him with my big green eyes.

"This is the Muslims taking revenge on us after all we've done to them, ha?" John says. 

Yes, this is my revenge against both cultures, I think to myself. I begin to tease and rub his foreskin and push it back with my latex glove- it is then I decide to remove it- so he can feel my hands. I stroke his cock and then I begin to kiss it, once, twice, three times. John is a big boy. My tongue comes out slowly and I close my eyes in anticipation for the taste- I feel my tongue making contact with his manhood- a wondrous and sensational feeling went through my body on contact. My nipples began to erect and my face began to flush, yes, I was aroused. 

I licked under his foreskin and I began to swallow. He had some pre-cum oozing out and I quickly took care of it. I never waste a drop, and I swallow everything. From time to time, I would dangle some cum off my finger and open my mouth with my tongue out, waiting for it to drop. My refreshment I call it. I licked him up and down and spat on his cock and rubbed it in- I then proceeded to eat his balls. I bit away at it like there was no tomorrow and sucked away at them- I then commanded that he face fuck me. He put his handcuffed hands behind my head and pushed my head down onto his endowment. I swallowed him whole and yes, I deep throated him and swallowed everything that came out. I love sucking cock and providing relief. He then began making pelvic movements fucking my throat. He was good and liked taking revenge on his master- he eventually came down my throat and on my face a little bit, too. My eye shadow and mascara were running down my face and it looked like I was crying a little bit. Because of his big thick white cum, my face look liked a glazed doughnut; it was hot. I began smacking his penis- but as he had not opted for treatment B, which is where I discipline the penis and stick needles into it, I couldn't go further. 


Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 01



I made him lie down and I walked on his body and I masturbated him by rubbing his cock against my heel. But I had to be careful not to tred on it. He was screaming from me walking on him and jumping on him. It was then he called for the end of the treatment and move on to the regular treatment. He was too saw to continue and he sat on the chair. My job was to further arouse him and I sat on his bed. I began to groan erotically and rub and touch myself. I slowly peeled of my latex until I was completely naked. I then rubbed lubricant on my waxed pussy and began to tease it with my vibrator- John was in pain but aroused. Pussy lips were being teased and John couldn't take it anymore He found strength like the red-blooded male he is- and rushed over. He began to lick my pussy and his lips gently teased my pussy lips. He began licking and sucking my pussy, but he couldn't hold out for long and he stopped. He then opened up my pussy lips and inserted his cock; I screamed with joy. "aaaaaahhhhh...oooo. God. Yes...fuck me!" I cried. He began pounding and humping me hard. The smell of cum was in the air, "Yes. Rip that Iraqi pussy."

Unfortunately, I didn't have all night with my slave; I still had to work on an essay for class. By this point, I was so turned on, I just wanted to fuck. I was so hot I even forgot to insist on protection. I was in a state of ecstasy- let him fuck my pussy as he wants. What a bad little Iraqi girl I have turned into, enjoying being ripped open by big Western cock. He eventually came again, and I did, too.

"Was that good for you, slave?" I asked. 

He replied, "Yes, fucking great. You're the best escort there is. You're worth every penny". 

I began wiping myself down- safe in the knowledge that my body gives pleasure to other people and what is wrong with that? He paid and I left. 



Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 02



Fetish and bondage modelling is something, I've always thought about and now I've decided to take it up. It compliments my escorting, and it's a Muslim friend of mine who encouraged me to take it up. Zayna, is dark skinned, dark haired and green-eyed British-Pakistani girl who has been doing fetish and bondage modelling for a while. She introduced me to little group of her friends who do it and they include two Pakistani girls, two Iranian, one Lebanese and two Bengali girl. Zayna is meeting me today and we are going to do a shoot together. I'm so excited by this new challenge and I wait outside of my university for Zayna to arrive. It's great that I'm doing it with my friend and then I see her approaching. I walk over to her and we kiss each other's cheeks. 

Zayna: "Salaam, how are you? Are you good?"

"I'm good, very good. And you? What have you been? I haven't seen you in a while. Alia said you were having family issues and that's why you haven't been around recently?"

Zayna: "Yeah, I've been having problems with my brother, I've told you about him before. He's been on at me for not dressing modestly, he recently joined the Islamist party Hizb-Tahrir and so relations between him and I have become awkward. My leftists, Feminist, post-colonialist and borderline socialist stances really get on his nerves. He also suspects that I have boyfriends too and so it's been a tense few days. Fortunately, he doesn't suspect my bisexual increasingly lesbian leanings and nor does he know about my escorting or fetish modelling. Speaking of which, are you excited about today?"

"Oh yes, I'm so looking forward to it. Shall we head there now?"

Zayna: "Yes let's, can't believe it's your first time at this! You'll be great though, you're hot. I'm not sure what today's theme will be, but one of my friends is already there and she doing a shoot. Her name is Mona, she's Egyptian, lovely...lovely girl. You know I do work on black and ethnic politics and sexuality, if you remember, I did those series of video blogs about it? Well I met her during the project. She was a donor for my project. She is a very successful woman works in investment banking, but also does this on the side. Her beautiful dark skin get's her a lot of work."

"I vaguely remember the project. She sounds great, can't wait to meet her. We are at the tube now; we should hurry to catch the train." We catch the train and head towards the studios. "So are you totally lez now? Because, I remember you've had many men." Zayna: "I do still sleep with men, but if I have a relationship, then it's with a woman. Actually during the project I was just talking about, I had my mouth full of black cock. And when I was in Kenya, I attended a sex orgy, it was fantastic. So much better than when I was with Neil, you know, I lost my virginity to him? Get this, he's a white kid from middle-class suburbia who thinks he is a class-warrior and a champion of ethnic minorities. When we first got together, I told him that I didn't mind doing anything he wants, but I didn't want frontal penetration. I use to believe that losing your virginity before marriage was wrong. And you know what he said to me? Mr I'm sensitive to all your needs. He said that if his penis ended up in there accidently, he would not remove it. Anyways we are here."

We leave the train station and within minutes we arrive at an office block and we see Mona standing outside. She runs over and greets Zayna and then we are introduced. 

Mona: "So you're here, I've just finished my shoot. It was standard bondage stuff, but for Soraya they have something a little different in mind. They want her to do Muslim girl fetish shoot. They want to dress her up in Hijab (headscarf) and do some shoots. They will be a series of different shoots in different outfits, but this is the main theme for Soraya today. For you, Zayna, they will do a series of regular tie up and bondage shoots. Is that cool?"

Zayna: "Yes that seems fine to me."

"Yeah, I have no problem."

Mona: "Great! Let's go upstairs and meet the crew." 

We head upstairs and into an office, which has been converted into a studio. We are greeted by the receptionist who takes us through to the photographer. Our photographer is called Mark and he comes over to us and greets all of us. He then stops and looks at me. 

Mark: "Hiya, you must be Soraya, I can see you're even more beautiful than Zayna described and your pictures suggest. I love your fair skin, blondish hair and your big green eyes; you look like you are a very photogenic person. I understand you're of Iraqi patronage, is that right?"

"Yes, I am. I was actually born in Baghdad. But have lived her most of my life." Mark: "Good. Has Mona explained everything?"

"Yes, a little."

Mark: "Cool, in a minute you will head through to make-up. For our first shoot I want to do Muslim girl fetish theme. I have a series of different kind of outfits for you. The first one involves smoking, do you mind smoking?"

"No, not at all."

Mark: "Great. If you would head through to the changing rooms and make-up area and we'll get you set up."

I head through to make-up and pretty soon my face is made up. I'm a little bit nervous, because I've never done modelling before and everyone expects me to be great. In the first scene, I am wearing a white headscarf, which is tightly wrapped around my head and leaves no hairs visible. I'm also wearing black latex leggings, leather high heel boots and white t-shirt, but half way through, I will be topless. I'm also told that when this is done, they want me to do another one with a black abaya (cloak thing) and black hijab. I'm also working with a male model for some of the shoot. I slide into my first outfit with the white hijab, white t-shirt, latex leggings and high heel leather boots. I then head towards the main studio and Mark is waiting for me. He looks at me and his eyes widen.

Mark: "Sexy as hell. Look at you gorgeous! Okay, if you'd like to go over there, where the white screen is and sit on the desk."

I walk over and sit on the desk.

Mark: "Beautiful, beautiful. Give me a smile and then a frown. Cross your legs."

My right leg goes over my left leg and I smile. He keeps screaming beautiful at me. He asks for me to give a naughty smile and then I should place my finger over my mouth and shh him. Once we really got into it, I began really enjoying it. I am a natural and everyone can see it. I do pouting, pushing my breasts together, sitting on the desk with my legs uncrossed and then I took my top off and did the same poses again. We then did our first cigarette scene; I had to puff away with attitude and look like a tiger with animalistic expressions on my face. Also did some shoots of my tongue sticking out. It was going really well and then it was time for me to shoot with the male model. 

Mark: "Okay, I want you to get off the desk, but stay dressed as you are. You'll be working with Daniel. In our first joint scene you'll be smoking a cigarette and you will be tugging away at his cock ring, which has a string attached. You will also blow smoke onto his cock."

I get off the desk and onto my knees and wait for Daniel to come. He walks in and I look up at him for the first time. What else can I say, he's so unbelievable hot and sexy. Muscular, tanned and with a large cock. Daniel is Italian and speaks with a smooth accent. He's wearing latex pants with a hole at the front and back and his cock is hanging out. He has a cock ring and string attached. 

Mark: "Okay, Soraya I want you to stare at his cock, but don't touch it. I know you're desperate too."

"Shame" I say. I move my head as close as possible to his succulent manhood, as I could, without touching it. I pout and give off attitude. Mark yells how much he loves it and tells me what facial expressions he wants. 

Mark: "Okay, I want you to now pull the string, make it look like your aggressively trying to control your sex slave." 

I reach out and pull the string and Mark goes crazy. He tells me to look at the camera as I pull, he then tells me to look at the camera and open my mouth wide. He then tells me to face the cock and do it all again. 

Mark: "Good, now I want you to smoke while you tug at the string. Some shoots with a cig in your mouth and some with you blowing smoke. First face the camera as you do this and then we'll take some of you facing his cock."

I slide another cigarette into my mouth and light up. I face the camera, pout and pull on the cock string. Lights flash and I try to keep my focus, I'm trying to be professional while I have this beautiful thing next to my face. I blow smoke into the air and then I do it again, but this time facing Daniel's cock. I lean forward as if I'm going to give him a blow job and then I stop and blow smoke onto his cock. Smoke surrounds his cock and Mark goes hysterical, he shouts beautiful so much, that you begin to think he is close to climaxing. Without instructions, I decide to blow hoops onto his cock and Mark seemed to really love it. I also notice Daniel seems to like the attention and he is getting harder and growing bigger, so much so, that I am worried he is about to hit me in the face. 

Mark: "Okay, now someone take the cigarette from her. Soraya, I want you to face his cock and stick your tongue out. The first few shots your eyes towards to camera and the rest your eyes facing his manhood." 

I breathe in deeply and then I move my head towards him and open my mouth and hang my tongue out. I look towards the camera and then towards him. After staring at his manhood, I am told to look up at his face as I stick my tongue up, but keep my head where it is. I look up and Daniel is smiling at me. He compliments me on my big green eyes. Flashes go off and then Mark tells me to stick my tongue onto Daniel's manhood and hold it there. Few flashes later, Mark tells me to kiss Daniel's manhood and hold it there. My lips brush and make contact with his throbbing cock and I know I'm in the right job. Then comes the moment I've been waiting for, Mark orders me to stick Daniel's cock into my mouth and hold it there. Fleeing his succulent cock pushing past my lips and into my mouth, I had to hold back and not allow too much of my saliva to wrap around his manhood. More flashes went off. 

Mark: "Okay, that's perfect. You can now spit him out. Okay, now Soraya, I want you to change your hijab from white to black and we'll do all the same shots again." 

I quickly change into the black hijab and we do all the same shots over again. Once, this is done, Mark tells me to change into a traditional black abaya (cloak thing) with the black hijab on and we repeat the shots again. Once this is done, we move onto the next scene, I'm still wearing the black abaya with hijab and leather high heel boots. But the set is changed over and now there is a motorbike. While I wait for the next scene to start, I am staring at Daniel and trying to make eye contact with him and I have my bedroom eyes focused on him. I'm trying to indicate that I want it. While I am doing this the background music changes from Rihanna's S & M to Lady Gaga's Poker Face, how convenient. Daniel acknowledges me back with his eyes to say he wants it too. 

Mark:"Okay, Soraya, I want you to sit back-to-front on the motor bike and I want you to do a series of poses. Get over there."

I move over to the motorbike and I sit at the edge of the bike and I face the camera. The background music changes to Britney Spears I love rock and roll, and I stick my tongue out and flashes go off. I rock back and forth on the bike, I lean backwards and more flashes go off. I then lean forward and then upright again. I stick my hand up my abaya and simulate rubbing my pussy. Britney Spears Circus now comes on, I wonder if they choose the songs deliberately for the shoot? 

Mark: "Okay, that was great. Now, I want you to get dressed into another outfit. The black latex Los Angeles police uniform with pants, but with your hijab still on." 

While I am getting changed into my new outfit , Kanye West's black skinhead is playing in the background and Mona approaches me. "Hey, girl. You're great, how are you finding it so far?" 

"It's great; I'm having a good time."

Mona: "You're so lucky to be working with Daniel, you know, he asked me if you wanted to have some fun after the shoot? You're obviously gagging for it." 

"Is it that obvious? I'm up for some fun."

Mona: "Great, I'll tell him. We sometimes have a mini-orgy at the end of shoots, you'll enjoy it." 

I leave the changing room and head back to the bike and I sit on the edge again. I place my leather gloved hands above my breasts and push down. Smoke is being pumped in by the smoke machine, I lean back and then forth and more flashes go off. I then put sunglasses on and continue the poses, we take both colored and black and white stills. 

Mark: "Great, okay we are now going to change the scene. Daniel will come back in and he will have both a cock ring and a latex leash around his neck. You will pull at them. Some will be with you in sunglasses and other without."

Mark re-enters the set and he has a latex mask on with a collar and leash and the same latex pants on as before and a cock ring. He gets on all fours and bows at my feet, after a few flashes, he reaches over and kisses my boots. I pull on the leash and try to look authoritative, I place one leg over the back of his neck. We then move onto the next scene, my back is turned away from Daniel and I am walking ahead while pulling the leash and drag him along. Quite a few snaps are taken of me dragging him along. I then sit on Daniels back and ride him along like a horse, my poses, suggests I am being very strict with him and I also have a police stick to hit him if he steps out of line. We then take a break and I change back into the abaya and black hijab and we resume the shoot of the same scene but with different clothes. Once this is complete, I change into my finial outfit, lingerie, black leather high heel boots and black hijab. 

Mark: "Okay, Daniel is tied up and strapped on the chair, Soraya, I want you to stick a strap-on, on top of your see through panties. And then you tease Daniel by sitting in his lap. Then we will do the finial see of you beating Daniel."

I jump on Daniel's lap and I feel his hard cock pushing up against my panties. I'm facing Daniel with my back turned away from the camera, but my head tilts sideways. A few snaps and then I turn my body to face the camera. 

Mark: "Sexy, sexy. Yeah you like that don't you Soraya?"

"I'm impartial to it." I respond. 

Mark: "LOL! So modest. Everyone here can see that your gagging to get off with Daniel. Now pout!"

I push my lips together and stick them out. More snaps, I know it's nearly over and so try an savour the moment. We now arrive at the final scene, Daniel is on his knees, I raise my leg and motion kicking him. I then stand next to him with my strap-on in his face, he sticks his tongue out and brushes it. I then push the strap-on into his mouth and hold as more pictures are taken. We then take some of me lubing up his anus and sliding strap-on into it. We then finish up and I head for the changing rooms. I am excited, because the best part is about to come, but I'm also curious. I haven't see Zayna around since the shoot began and Mona has also disappeared. But as I reach the changing room door, I hear "Fuuucckkk...Yes, you like it when I do that daddy?" and then a male voice groaning with approval. I then hear another girl groan something out and I open the door and I see Zayna riding some guy on a chair and I glance over to the other side of the room and I see Mona doing the same to another guy. Sluts! They didn't even wait for me. But then I feel an arm wrap itself around me and someone breathing down my neck from behind. 

Daniel: "Come on let's get to it. Your friends have already started and your friend Zayna is a noise slut. Let's see what you're made off." "Oh yeah, well let's see what your made off mister." I turn to face him and I slide my tongue into his mouth. My tongue brushes past his lips and rubs his tongue and we exchange salvias. He then pushes his tongue into my mouth and teases my tongue. He smells great. I tried to breathe him in and his oiled up tanned body brushes and teases mine. I push him away and grab his arm and lead him to the spare chair. I throw him onto it and I pull down my panties. 

"Ready?" I ask.

Daniel: "Come on give that Muslim pussy."

I jump onto his lap and slowly pull his penis up and rub my outer lips. The gently feel of his throbbing cock brushing my lips sent tingles down my spine. "Oh my, you're so big and manly, so much hotter than a lot of guys I've been with." Meanwhile, Zayna is getting louder and louder, at this rate she will have no vocal cords left, but I focus on my man instead of her. As I rub his cock against my outer lips, I see and feel his growing even larger. I move inwards and kiss him on the lips and start kissing around his neck. My tongue cresses his neck and I begin to kiss and lick his ear. I blow air into his ear and whisper "I normally charge for this, but as it's you, it's free." And then I start kissing his lips again and slide my tongue in. I then withdraw and I tease and rub his cock with my hand, he groans and then I slide his cock inside my pussy. I do it slowly and gently and I feel every inch. I push back his foreskin as I slide him in. "Ahhhhh." I let off while he pens me. 

His entire manhood is now in and I lean back over to his face and start ravaging him with kisses, I am literally eating his face off. I then push myself up and then down again, I do it once and then twice and then three times. I smile at him and then I start jumping in his lap. Up and down and up and down. His enormous manhood nearly slips out half a dozen times, but I don't care, I go on riding him. I then make pelvic movements back and forth, my facial cheeks go red, and my nipples become hard. I'm so aroused; I begin pounding him harder and harder and faster and faster. The chair is shaking violently and I am worried it will break in two. And despite making fun of how noisy Zeyna is being, I am now screaming my lungs out. It's so sweaty, I have sweat running down my brow, but I'm in the middle of humping and can do nothing about it. The oil on his body in now running down him and is going all over me. Zayna calls out to me.

Zayna: "How's it going Soraya? I see you're enjoying him."

"Yes, this is the best work out I've had all day, how's yours going?" I scream. 

Zayna: "Can't complain."

Mona: "Yeah, Soraya you've got a good stud right there. Mine's good too." 

"I know Mona, I know. Yours looks pretty good too."

Mona: "Yeah, I think he's ready to cum. Will get back to you once he's done."

"It's always good to have a working dick. Zayna, what would your brother say if he could see you know?"

Zayna: "He'd kill me, hahahha."

I lean my head back and I can feel an orgasm coming on. I close my eyes and continue to pound and I feel bits of pussy juice oozing out. I can also feel bits of precum landing in my pussy, I'm going to be so wet by the end of this. Five minutes pass and I've gone from trickling pussy juice out to positively leaking. Although in all fairness, my cum is mixed with his precum. Daniel is now screaming and he is now pounding back. He is ready to climax and so am I. We both close our eyes and scream. And then I feel my cum flying out and within second his cum began flying out too. He couldn't stop cumming, Daniel is a heavy cummer. 

Daniel: "How was that baby?"

"Excellent. Thanks baby." I then get off him and head for the shower. Once I'm clean, I leave the studios and head home. I really like fetish modelling. I will do more shoots in the future.



Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 03



I have had a few weeks off, because I needed to concentrate on my school work and had to catch up with a series of various family events. We had the Day of Ashura, Shia's religious holiday for which I donned the customary all black outfit. I also went out on protests and demonstrations about the government's attempts to Monetize. our education. I also arranged events on campus for the various student societies, for which I am a member of. However, something overcame me when this unusual request came in. I wanted more money, but this latest request made me so nervous, I nearly turned it down. It seemed complicated, dangerous and one hell of a challenge and one I don't know if I could withstand. A group of White Bankers, who work in the City of London, were planning on celebrating their boss's birthday and wishing to go all out. Their boss has a school girl fetish and dreams of corrupting an innocent -looking girl. He will corrupt her with 12 of his colleagues and they will restrain her and fuck her. But then she gets free, and decides to punish and dominate them. They want me to be that girl. I've never done anything like this before, and something like this will stretch me, both metaphorically and literally. 

But despite my reservation, I decide to accept their offer. It will go ahead on Friday night, and before that, I have to attend my classes and do some shopping. 

The day starts off as normal, and I go to class, but I cannot concentrate on the lecture as I am too pre-occupied with what needs to be done in preparation for this evening. Once the class gets over I cannot get away fast enough and I not even stop for lunch. I go towards Oxford Circus and stop off at shops along the way. the clients want a school girl look I need to buy clothes that make me look like a school girl. The first thing I need is a uniform. In the first shop, that I stop in, I manage to find a white long sleeve t-shirt. But it takes me me a while to find a suitable grey skirt with folds that goes up to my knees. Finally, when I do find the skirt , I know I will be good for the evening. After the skirt, I quickly find a red and black striped tie and a blue blazer. I then purchase some ordinary black heels and big white socks, which finishes my 'uniform' part of the shopping. I then go and buy some extra condoms and lots of lubricant from the nearby drugstore, as I will need them definitely during the gangbang session. 

The evening arrives and I am heading towards an apartment in the up-market area of Chelsea and Kensington in my motorbike outfit. I arrive at the discreet -looking apartment, I park my motorbike remove my helmet grab my bag and head towards the door a buzzer. I press the buzzer and wait for the reply. After a few seconds, I hear a man's voice over the intercom: "Yes."

"Mr Stevenson?"

Stevenson: "Yes, speaking." 

"Your pizza has arrived, and I have the extra toppings you've ordered." I use the code word andam immediately buzzed in. The hall way is large, and I stand and wait for the elevator to arrive. I am feeling nervous and excited, I can only hope I am what they wanted. The elevator arrives and I press the button to go to the top floor. I knock on the door and am immediately let in by Mr Stevenson; he has white hair and blue eyes and has a huge smile on his face. 

Mr Stevenson: "Hi, you must be Mistress Soraya? I am Mr Stevenson, but you can call me Alex. Did you get here okay?"

"Yes. Fine, thank you. It didn't rain and it wasn't too cold. So will I do?"

Mr Stevenson takes a very good look at me and lays his hand down on my stomach, and smiles and say "Yes, you will do very nicely. God, you're even better than what I'd imagined. You're so beautiful. Guys, come here and check out our dinner."

Eleven guys come the living room, and they all gather around me and make noises that suggest their approvals. Mr Stevenson then turn to me and says, "So, you know what we want to do to you?"

I respond by saying, "Yes, I have the description right here. School girl role-play with 12 guys gangbang, must be both submissive and dominante."

Mr Stevenson: "Yes, that's it. Thanks for doing this. You look like the perfect girl for the role. Do you need somewhere to get changed?"

"Yes, please."

Mr Stevenson: "Go up the stairs and into my bedroom. You can get changed there."

Mr Stevenson very polite, and so are the guys. I admire his luxury pad, spacious and large. I could imagine myself ending up in a place like this. I run up the stairs and into his bedroom and start changing into my schoolgirl outfit. It does not take me long, as I've done my make-up prior to arriving. Ten minutes pass and I leave the bedroom and head down the stairs and towards the living room. The role -play has begun. I strut into the living room and see Mr Stevenson sitting on the couch. The other guys are nowhere to be seen, but they will enter at the appropriate moment.

Mr Stevenson: "Hiya, come and sit down next to me. Your parents will not be home for a few hours, and I am sure you've got a lot of homework to do. Am I right?" He now breathes in and eyes me up and down. 

"Yes, Mr Stevenson. My mum would be upset if I don't finish my homework, and I've got a major test coming up too,." I say as I move towards the couch. 

Mr Stevenson: "Is that so? What's the subject?"

"It's algebra, and I am finding it really difficult. I'm afraid I won't pass the test." I sit at the other end of the couch, away from Mr Stevenson.

Mr Stevenson: "Ohh, I'm sure you'll do just fine. Tell you what, why don't I help you? You know I am pretty good with algebra."

"Well...I don't know." I say hesitantly. 

Mr Stevenson: "Come on, what's the worst that could happen? I'm really good with algebra. Come and sit closer to me. It's okay. I'm your uncle, I'm not gonna bite."

"Okay, then." I then move closer to him and open my notebook and pull out a pencil. I begin writing sums as he gets even closer to me. He sticks his head right- up against my ear and begins sniffing me. 

Mr Stevenson: "You're doing well, very well. You're such a clever girl and a good girl too."

I smile nervously and say, "Thank you, Mr Stevenson."

Mr Stevenson: "Call me Uncle Bob."

"Okay, Uncle Bob."

Mr Stevenson: "That's better, my dear. Gosh, you're so pretty and you smell good too. I bet you have to fight them off with a stick."

"No, I don't. I'm from Iraqi Muslim family., I'm not allowed to date, and I don't believe in sex before marriage."

Mr Stevenson: "Jeez that's too bad.You really are so beautiful. Any guy would be so lucky to have you." He then begins to touch and stroke my hair., "Your hair is so soft. You really are just perfect, so beautiful." He moves in and whispers, "And you're making me very hard," and he moves in and kisses me on the cheek. 

"No, Mr Stevenson. Stop it. It's very wrong. Stop touching me." I say in a panicky voice and push him away. 

Mr Stevenson: "I told you, it's Uncle Bob! Please don't go. I will behave. Anyways, I have to drop you at your house."

"Okay, but please stop trying to touch me!" 

Mr Stevenson: "Okay, I will, I will, I promise you." He moves in again, and we pretend he is now seriously helping me with my homework. He grabs my hand while I am holding the pencil and directs it around the piece of paper. 

"Thank you, Uncle Bob., I don't know how to thank you?"

Mr Stevenson: "I can think of a way. Now, I'm not going to hurt you, but there is a fun way you can reward me. I just want to rest my hand on your knees. It's nothing perverted, it's just a good luck charm to help you pass your test. Having your knees rubbed by someone over 50 is considered good luck in Celtic culture. May I?"

I look at him cautiously. "I suppose that will be okay." 

Mr Stevenson: "Good, I'm glad to hear it." He then places his hand gently on my knee cap and makes noises of excitement and begins to rub. "Ahhh... Yes. You're such a good girl, aren't you? Ohh...and very beautiful too. Your parents must be very proud of you. You're very respectful to your elders. I'd read that in Muslim culture, young people are required to respect their elders. Is that true?"

"Yes, it's true." 

Mr Stevenson: "You see, I've always liked Arab and Muslim girls, because they are so discreet. You can do anything you want to them and they won't tell a soul."

I smile nervously, and now he begins to speed up and aggressively rubs my knees.

Mr Stevenson: "I have this picture, I'd like to show you, and you tell me what you think, okay?" He stops rubbing my knees and pulls out his smart phone and enters his photo album. "Flick through it." As he hands me the smart phone, he grabs my leg and rests it on top of his leg and starts stroking it. I look at the pictures girls with cum on their face,. I pretend to look shocked, and he says, "What do you think of them? Do you like it?"

"No, Uncle Bob. Stop doing this. Leave me alone. You're sick!" I retort.

Mr Stevenson: "I'm sorry it had to come to this, but it's your own fault. You're too beautiful, and it makes it difficult for a respectful man like me to resist. What I am about to do is for your own good, and it will teach you not to play with older men. Boys, come through." Eleven men appear out of nowhere and, all quickly, begin to surround me. Mr Stevenson wraps his arms around me and tries to restrain me, while I attempt to fight him off. "Okay, boys, let her have it." 

"Have what? What are you doing to me, you sick perv," I shout.

Mr Stevenson: "As you're a little girl and we are all older men, it's your cultural duty to please us. And these guys really need pleasing. Okay, guys; get a good look and feel at what Uncle Bob has brought you! Who wants to inspect the merchandise first?"

There a row of different men shouting "me" ", and Mr Stevenson then tells the men to line up in groups of three so that they can grope me. Meanwhile, Mr Stevenson holds me down and red marks begin to appear around my body.He was squeezing me very tightly, and it didn't seem to matter what I did. I try kicking in the air and pushing him off, but nothing works in my plan. 

A trio of men now begin to touch me. They make Zombie-like sounds and stoke and rub my body up and down. One guy get on his knees, hold my legs down, so that I cannot kick and begins playing with my leg. He pulls down my socks and strokes and kisses my knees, thighs and ankles. He tells me how precious and beautiful my legs are and how he wants to rub his dick up and down my leg and hump it. The other guys all have a good feel and seem to become knottier by the minute They all like the feeling of my soft breasts and stroking my stomach. Mr Stevenson sticks his tongue into my ear and licks and gently teases the inner ear. Another guy starts slapping my face. I order him to stop, but he just laughs and then starts licking me. I'm still in the school uniform, but that does not stop him. He licks my fully clothed body, and soon others joins him. My hands, legs, body and face are now being licked. Each man praises how divinely I taste. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... Stooop...It, please stop it., What you're doing is wrong. Why are you doing this to me?" I now pretend to cry, but the guys just laugh and continue to lick me. One guy screams that seeing me in tears makes him hornier. Another guy tells me to stop crying and starts kissing me. He inserts his tongue into my mouth and pushes it down my throat. He has very smelly breathe, and I begin to cough and choke. He eventually withdraws and I calm down. 

Mr Stevenson: "Good, little slave, you've now accepted your fate! This was all done to a rouse you., I'm not your uncle, and you will never see your parents again! You have no future. Your destiny is to please men. Do you see what is over there? It's a large doggie cage and it's your new home."

"Nooooo." I scream.

Mr Stevenson signals to one of the guys and he goes off into the kitchen and comes back with hand and feet restrains. Four men now hold me down and the restrains are applied., Another man produces a black latex dog collar and ties it around my neck. They attach a leash and force me to crawl and walk like a dog towards the cage. All the guys are laughing and jeering and seem to be high as a kite. I am locked in the cage, and all 12 men gather around me and taunt me. I beg them, "Please let me go., Please., I won't report you., I just want to go home." I pretend to cry again. 

Mr Stevenson: "Okay, guys, isn't it time for Soraya to have a shower?"

All the men shout "yes" and jeer some more. They then, one by one, unzip their pants and yank out their enormous manhood. I'm on my knees, and my doggie cage is completely surrounded by hard cocks, which have encircled me. I can only look- up, and my big green eyes, try to project the image of innocence. But nothing will stop them. Pretty soon a squirt flies out of one of the guy's member and hits me in the right eye, and I'm force my eyes to close, but before I can fully react to being squirted on, another guy squirts and hits me in the left eye. They both go red, and my vision impairs for a few moments, but as I try to rub my eyes and push their pee away, the rest of the guys start to pee. Their salty piss flies into my mouth and I cough. But the guys don't notice they are in full swing and seem to be having a good piss. My face starts to go yellow, and I now reek of urine., My clothes, hair and face are completely wet. I now accept my fate and offer no more resistance.

After ten minutes, the peeing party ends and Mr Stevenson sticks his cock through the cage. 

His big, seven -inches -by -four uncut cock stares at me. I kiss the tip and push his foreskin back and begin to play with the tip. I poke and tease the foreskin and lick around the tip. My hair is still wet and dripping, but I now focus all my energy into Mr Stevenson's manhood. My hand rubs, strokes and teases his manhood, and as I do so, another man shouts out and orders me to give him my panties. I stop licking Mr Stevenson and pull my panties off and squeeze it out of the cage. The man grabs it and starts sniffing it and tries to breathe it in. Then he licks my panties. I get back to sucking Mr Stevenson off. My tongue now glides up and down his penis, and I start spitting. I rub my spit aggressively,and then drool onto his cock. And then insert his cock into my mouth and start sucking. 

Mr Stevenson: "Come on, boys, let's feed the hungry whore."

The guys line up, and four of them stick their cock through the cage holes, and I start licking and sucking them off. I shove two cocks into my mouth at once and force them to touch inside my mouth. And then spit them out. But before I could catch my breath, another guy shove his cock down my throat, and he tries to go all the way down. I now cough and choke, but he isn't bothered. He start to fuck my throat. A massive lump, which looks like an Adam's apple, appears in my throat and, eventually , a massive lumps of pre-cum goes through my throat. 

Mr Stevenson: "I think Soraya has learnt her lesson. We will release her from the cage so we can properly fuck her."

They open the cage and I crawl out. Immediately, a guy grabs my hair and pull it. Another guy sticks his cock into my mouth. While I am blowing one guy, another guy comes up sideways and starts rubbing my cheeks with his cock. Another guy comes up to my other cheek and does the same thing. They both stick their cocks into my ears and rub. A new circle forms around me, and everyone plays with their cock, preparing for me to blow them. I have to swing from one cock to another, and whiles I suck one cock, I give hand jobs to the others who are in waiting. I've never done anything like this before, but I soon get the hang of it and get into my mood. I'm the blow job queen of London, and I aim to please as many people as possible. I'm still in my uniform, and I pause for a moment and strip naked. 

"Okay, which one of you big boys will cum first, ha? I'm waiting for some tasty cum?" I tease the guys, and what they don't realise is I am starting to re-gain control of the situation. I decide to provoke them further. "How about you,? Why don't you cum? I thought you were supposed to be this stud? What's wrong? Doesn't your dick work?" I then turn to another guy., "And how about you? I can't work with men with erectile dysfunction. You got a delicious piece of meat here and you struggle to eat it." And then to another. "Come on, you big boy, show me what you're made off!" The men seem to get more excited and start to produce some, thick, creamy liquid, and it flies onto my cheeks. Twelve creamy cocks now squirt at different parts of my body. Tits, stomach, hair, face and mouth – and I scoop it all up and swallow. I take one piece of hot, thick white cum, which lands on my shoulder, and scoop it up with my finger. I hold my finger in the air and open my mouth and let it dangle into my mouth. The salty taste hits my tongue and sends of a riot in my taste buds. 

Mr Stevenson: "Well done, guys, excellent decorating job. The white cum gives her skin a nice glowy complexion. But you let her dictate too you., She is just a dumb school girl! You three grab her and take her to the couch, and we'll teach this bitch a lesson. My couch converts into a bed. Now let's have some fun." 

Three men grab me and pick me up and take me to the couch., I am still wearing the leash, but, evidently, they decide that picking me up would be more fun. My throat is already chained, and I'm sure it can't take too much of me. I am beginning to feel stretched-, but it isn't over yet. The three men throw me onto the couch, that has been converted into a bed. One of the guys comes from behind and holds my arms down; and the rest line up; and licks and sucks my pussy one after another. The first guy sticks his entire head onto my waxed pussy, and begins licking me out. Feeling his tongue penetrating deeply into my pussy puts me in a good mood. Finally, I might have an orgasm as my lips are very sensitive. It would be great to cum before they rip me in two. Feeling his tongue makes me groan loudly with pleasure: "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh.... Aaaaaahhhhh..... Yes, yes,! Oh, fuck! Yes!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I may smell of urine, but I don't care, as I am having a good time. One after another, they lick and suck my hole. 

Mr Stevenson: "Right now, guys, did you all get a good lick? Good. Now we have to divide her up and fuck her to pieces. She has three holes, and so that means – three, or maybe four, guys at a time." 

"Oh, God!, No!" I scream., The moment has finally arrives, and I know that if I survive this, I will be a rich girl. Mr Stevenson examines my tiny pussy and decides it needs maximum force. He selects one other guy and they both lube up. Another guy comes in and lubes my pussy and asshole, and I think I am going to definitely need it. Mr Stevenson opens my pussy with his fingers and inserts his cock, while the other guy, he selected, opens my asshole and slowly inserts his cock. It's so unbelievably painful and I scream the whole time. Once Mr Stevenson inserts his entire cock, he stretches my pussy with his finger and signals the other guy to insert his cock too. So to summaries I have two cocks in my pussy and one in my ass.I can hear tearing and I scream, but everyone is in. Mr Stevenson commands, and suddenly, I feel movement. My ass and pussy get pounded, and I cannot stop crying. The guys make so much noise; they shout, wail and scream in excitement. But I do not have time just to scream and cry. From nowhere, two men emerge at either side of me for oral. I just grab their cocks and start sucking. I suck loudly, even use my teeth.

But it's hard to suck and be pounded at the same time; so I end up biting their cocks and leaving teeth marks in their dented penises. 





Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 03



Mr Stevenson: "Okay, this is not really working. I'm trying to pound her, but I can hardly move., You will have to get out. From now on, it's one cock per hole and everyone must line up!"

I am glad to hear this, and the guys immediately withdraw from my holes. Mr Stevenson now has my pussy to himself, and he wastes no time getting stuck in. Damn him! He is a psycho and really works my pussy. But this time, I don't mind. I get back to sucking the cocks. As the guy in my ass cums, he immediately withdraws, leaving way to his colleague to take his place. My ass is really under an assault, but the next guy cums quickly Meanwhile, Mr Stevenson is pounding like his life depends on it. 

Mr Stevenson: "Aaaaaaaaaaa.... Fuck, yes, you dirty whore! Fuck, I'm gonna cum." 

Suddenly, I feel liquid pouring into my pussy, and Mr Stevenson gasps and then stops. His face looks red, and he slowly withdraws his manhood. The next guy takes his place and the pattern repeat. This goes on for an hour, after which; we all are fucked out. I am so cum-filled, and tired. My pussy, ass and throat all ache but remains in-tact. The guys go to clean themselves and re-gain strength. I get up, and Mr Stevenson points me in the direction of the bathroom. I need to have a shower and freshen myself up, before the final phase can begin.

Crawling into the shower, I'm barely able to move, but I'm still in one piece, or so I keep telling myself. I take the shower head off and wash my body down., I open my pussy and, using my fingers, get all of the cum out, and I do the same with my asshole. It takes me 30 minutes, before, I am cum-free. Now, I have to make myself presentable again. I re-apply my make-up and hair. My school uniform is wet, but luckily, I bought two pairs of uniform today, and so I now slip into the second outfit. In addition to the uniform, I attach a 12-inch pink strap-on vibrator and search through my bag for other restraints and toys. I'm ready and make my way downstairs for the second half of the role-play.

I storm into the living room with a whip and shout, "Alright, you stupid fucks, listen up. I am now in -charge. You all thought, I was a poor, sweet, innocent and defenseless school girl, but I'm not. It was a trick, and now I am here to make sure you pay for what you did!" I whip around and all 12 men line- up before me with their hands in the air. "Get on your knees, now!" I scream and they all comply I look around and focus my attention on one guy. "You! Yes, you! Take all your clothes off!" He starts to strip, and while he does so, I order more people to strip and more until half of the group are naked. I then order the clothed ones to take restraints and restrain the naked ones and then order them to step back. 

"Right guys, gather around me, immediately!" And with their arms tied behind their back, they encircle me. . "Open wide," I command. "Mmmm... ..You know what I feel like doing? I want to throat -fuck you with my 12 -inch strap-on dildo. Yes, I think that's a good idea." I ram my strap-on down on one guy's throat and push it in as far as it could go. He begins choking, but I don't care, because he's nothing more than a stupid slave. He is really having trouble breathing. "Trouble breathing? Like I care, you're nothing more than a dumb slave. I know you like sucking cock. Suck it!" His face starts to turn red, and then I withdraw and let him breathe for a few seconds. Then I re-insert, and this time, I begin humping his throat. "Ahhh ..... Yeah, I want to open your throat up." I fuck his throat hard and then I moved to the other throats and make a few of them throw- up. "Okay, the rest of you. Get naked. It's time for all of you to get the treatment." 

One by one, they all line up, and I throat -fuck all of them, except Mr Stevenson. I have something special in store for him. "Uncle Bob., come here now. Guys, gather around me. and Uncle Bob, I've got a special treatment for you." Mr Stevenson looks intrigued and immediately complies. "Good. Stand there." I then pull out a long needle. "I'm going to play with your cock." Mr Stevenson looks as if he is about to have a heart attack-, but before- he does, I pull out a mini-bat to tease and stroke Mr Stevenson's penis. "You like that?"

Mr Stevenson: "Yes, Mistress."

Good, he now accepts my authority., "Good. Because it's about to get a whole lot more interesting." I smile and then I swing my bat back and forth and tap his balls. He groans, and then I repeat the process a few times. Then when he thinks that's all I got, swing back and forth and slam his balls hard. 

Mr Stevenson: "Ahhhhhh... ..Fuck... Ahhhh."

I am not happy with his profanity, and I place my hand under his balls and squeeze them hard,. My red long red nails dig into his balls. "You like that?" I say, while I scratch his balls., I think he is enjoying, although he cannot stop wailing. I love inflicting pain., Now he knows, how I felt earlier. I keep scratching until I see a little bit of blood and then I withdraw my hand. "Ahhh.....there.....there." I kiss his balls. "There, Mistress Soraya, make it better,." I say in a teasing tone. I now kiss and lick his cock some more., I want to soften it up before the grand finally. "Mmm...I will pick of one of the other slaves. But until I return,- you have to wear this." And I strap on a cockhold. "Good., Now, the rest of you slaves, line up and stick your butts out in the air."

They quickly comply, all 11 men with their butts in the air. I walk up to the first one and I gently rub my vibe up against his butt cheeks. I rub and then turn the vibe on. No lubricant is necessary. This has to be a raw experience. I shove and push the vibe into his tight anus, and he screams and wails. But I ignore him and keep pushing,. It is then, I hear a tear and see some blood flying out. "Shut up! Don't be such a big baby." He is now making so much noise that the other guys shiver. He pleads and begs me to stop,. I eventually get bored of his bellyaching that I move onto the next guy. The vibe is turned up to the max and I hump his hole like there is no tomorrow. This is so much fun, and I fuck each guy hard. But I soon grow tired and order all the men to their feet, which they do, but they have trouble standing. I then place all 11 men in a cockholder and I head towards the couch and pull of my skirt and vibe. I lube my pussy up and begin rubbing it with my finger. "Ahhhh... ..Yes...yes.....yes."- I can see all the men getting hard but unable to do anything about it. 

I soon cum and I take a huge wad of my own cum and dangle it of my finger, and walk past each man and force them to open their mouths and lick my finger clean. "Okay, you fucking slaves, suck my finger good and clean. That's it,. Suck my finger like you suck cock. Good boy." I repeat the instructions to each man. Soon they have all tasted me. It's now time to finish Mr Stevenson off. 

"Okay, slaves, gather around me and Uncle Bob." They all do so, and I unlock his cockhold. "Alright, here we go." I pull out the needle and I stab it through his penis head. At first, I encounter some resistance from his penis, as it proves to be much harder to cut through than I had imagined. But I soon get there. Mr Stevenson screams but offers no resistances. I stick the needle all the way through and then pull it out. There is something erotic about a mutilated cock, but before I can admire my work, I need to insert the cock ring. I quickly place the ring in and shut it. I am so proud of my work, that I kiss his penis. "Walla, done."

Mr Stevenson, so much in pain, but he thanks me and pays me and i leave.



Diary of Iraqi Call Girl London Ch. 04



I've noticed an increase in demand for Muslim girls and women wearing Hijab (headscarf) and I wasn't sure whether to offer it or how to offer it. But I have received a request from a client who wants a one-day girlfriend experience. He specified, that he wants me not to dress too conservatively, but in relatively modern and fashionable clothes, but with Arab style simple Hijab. I put on jeans and a long-sleeve shirt and a full face of make-up with a white hijab, which conceals my hair only. I slide into heals to and set-off to meet him. I turn up to his hotel and am directed up to his room, when I arrive I knock and he unlocks the door and I enter. 

"You must be the gorgeous Soraya, very nice, exactly what I wanted. I'm Daniel."

I move in and Daniel kisses me on both cheeks and I greet him. "Iraqiyya, Kaman. Shakumaki? (Iraqi too, how are you?)" 

"Oh you speak Iraqi Arabic, how?" I detect a South African accent and tall, strong, blonde hair and blue eyed Daniel had an amazing smile. 

"I was out there, in Iraq, I mean. I was a security adviser and I worked with Iraqi forces. I must say, I've been looking forward to this. I have a thing for Muslim and Iraqi women, out there, I use to take them to bed. Amazing bodies, amazing women. I use to have a proper girlfriend out there, she wore Hijab too, but unfortunately it didn't work out. I love how innocent Iraqi girls are publicly and naughty they are privately. And you look amazing." 

I blush at him "thank you."

"Let's go out for the day, I would like you to hold my hand, remember I want to full girlfriend experience." Daniel says.

"Why of course, I'll do anything you want." I reply 

I extend my hand and he grabs it and we head out of his room and the hotel "I'm going to take you shopping, I plan to spoil you rotten," Daniel says. His grip is firm and very masculine, which next to my soft delicate hands, makes me feel I have found my protector. 

"So who did your work for and what exactly did you do in Iraq and why?" I ask Daniel as we are walking hand in hand in the streets. 

"Well, I use to be an officer in the Recces or The South African Special Forces Brigade, as we are formally known. But I got out in 2004 and like many of my fellow soldiers, I went into private military work and the company that employed me had large contracts in Iraq. The money was good and the challenge exciting and so I went. I did all kinds of things out there, protected important figures and later on help train Iraqi forces. I helped train the Iraqi Special Operational Forces. We taught them everything from counter-insurgency, rapid response and special reconnaissance."

"That sounds interesting, how was it and what did you think of Iraq?"

"It was very interesting, I mean obviously it was not the best time to be over there. Iraq is a war zone and you didn't know who you could trust. I had running battles in the streets with Iranian forces, including an Iranian unit that had infiltrated one of the local security forces, who were meant to be on our side. I lost a lot of good men in that fight. But despite this, I did grow to love Iraqi culture and as I told you, I especially liked the women."

"Yes, you said you had an Iraqi girlfriend, tell me about her. Who was she and how did you meet her?"

"Yes, her name was Farah, she was a cute girl. I met her through another Iraqi girl who I was screwing. Our interpreter, Fatima, she was a beautiful and very horny woman. Great body, olive skin, big curly hair and one of the most passionate women I have ever experienced. Fatima was married and very experienced in the bedroom, but her husband had lost interest and so she would look elsewhere for her pleasure. The amount of times, I came on her face, gosh almost criminal. Anyways one day, her friend Farah was visiting her at our base. When I first saw her, I was struck by how beautiful she was, even in Hijab. I got talking to her and after we first met, we kept in contact and our relationship bloomed from there. She told me about her dreams and we had lots of dates together. She lost her virginity to me and she became quiet kinky. She loved to suck and fuck and I would give her porn films and erotica literature to help her learn some more. I like to think, I opened her pussy and her mind. We came so close to getting married, but in the end our cultures and the nature of the war got in the way."

"I'm sorry," I reply. 

"Anyways, that's enough about me, I want to know more about you. How does an Iraqi Muslim girl end up working as an escort?"

"Well, I've always been deeply in-touch with my sexuality, and I always knew I want to enjoy myself and have fun. Plus, I'm student and I needed the money and some friends recommended this to me. It's been good, it has allowed me to experiment with my sexuality and I have done things, which I will never forget."

"But hasn't this cause problem for you and your family? What about culture and religion?"

"My culture and religion still matter to me and I consider myself a spiritual person, but I do not want rigid orthodoxy, because I consider it oppressive. I think of myself as open minded. My family don't know I do this. And they can never know."

While walking in the streets, people stare at us, a big strong white man with his hijabi Muslim girlfriend holding hands. It was the sense of control, he had over me, which many observers on the street seem to be fascinated by. We would go around shop to shop and Daniel would buy me things. We'd walk through parks and we'd kiss on the streets like a real couple. Later that evening we had dinner and I impressed him with intellectual conversation. Eventually, we headed back to his hotel where the real action would take place. 

"Okay, Soraya, I think you know what I want to do. I know you're apt at domination and so I want the treatment. You can go through to the bathroom and change into your evening outfit." Daniel said. 

I move into the bathroom, and I added my strap-on on. I am still wearing tight blue jeans with black belt and long sleeve white top and white hijab. My strap-on is large, 13 inches, pink and I tie it around me very tightly. I can't wait to try some South African cock, especially someone as manly as Daniel. I leave the bathroom, "Do you want me daddy?" I say as I move towards him, but Daniel is so aroused he can't form a full coherent sentence. I decide to tease him some more, "Mmmm.. filthy infidel cock. Uncut, dirty infidel cock. I may be wearing a white hijab and it may cover my hair, but I want some other white thing to cover my hair. I can't help it, I'm Iraqi, and we love big strong men and large cocks. Our men are jealous, because they don't measure up." I am now standing face to face with him, and my fingers run down his face and onto his chest. My head is titled upwards and he can feel my breathe, I stare at his lips and into his eyes. I move in and start kissing him, my lips brush his lips, and he gradually opens his mouth wide enough for me to slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues are in a dance with one another, my tongue brushing his tongue and his tongue brushing mine. He places both his hands on my ass and squeezes it. He cannot move in any closer, because my dildo is pushing into his crotch area. 

Saliva exchanges between our two mouths and we both swallow each other's fluid. Tasting his saliva, might give me an inclination of what his hot cum and sperm, might taste like. I must say, it's a good sign so far. But, I must put an end to this kissing session and resume the role of Muslim dominatrix, I bite his lip and he screams. "So, foreign pig! You were in Iraqi killing my people and fucking my women, well it's time I taught you a lesson. You're going to be a sex slave for a Muslim girl, how does that sound slave?" Daniel grunts and I slap him and tell him to "shut up." I now aggressively lick his face and kiss parts of it. I lick around his neck and bite it in places. He scream, but I continue and I start licking his t-shirt and around his nipples area, I then rip his t-shirt off and start to tease his nipples. I lick and suck his nipples and he groans, but just to make sure he's not enjoying it too much, I bite his nipple from time to time. Every time he lets out a scream, I hit him. But despite this, he's a very good slave, he doesn't talk unnecessarily- unlike most clients- must be that military discipline. I love military men. 

His muscular body starts sweating and I make a point out lick up all his sweat. I force him to lift up his arms and I lick his armpits. I lick around his body and come from behind him. I push him towards the bed and force him to bend over. I undo his pants and underwear, and lube up my dildo, and tease his outer butt cheeks with my dildo. "You got a cute butt." I now shove my dildo into his colon and he cries and screams. "Ahhhh..What's the matter, can't big strong guy like you take it? Shall I call your mommy? Hahahaaaha." I say cruelly, he pleads and claims he can take it, "Good," I say. I now push the dildo all the way up his anus and am now fully inside him, "There, there. Now that wasn't so bad now, was it?" I say laughingly, as he tries to regain composure. I lean over his back and breathe air down the back of his neck and tease it with my finger. I kiss the back of his neck and then I begin humping his ass off. "Yeah, you like having cock in ya, don't ya?" I pull my dildo out and go back in again. In and out and again and again, I can see that I'm really stretching his asshole and it will open up. Pain and pleasure are the same thing, so I tease him a little bit. While fucking his ass, I place my hand on his penis and gently stroke it. 

But of course, I don't stop there, I use my nails to scratch his cock too. Meanwhile, I start aggressively pounding his ass and his butt cheeks turn red. He's screaming his head off and I am enjoying it. I fuck his ass for ten minutes and then I pause and start to give him a hand job. Jerking his hardening cock off, will give him a false sense of hope. He is nearly ready to cum and then I withdraw my hand and grab his neck and throw him onto the floor. "Hey, you. Kiss my heels, now!" Daniel moves over and starts kissing my heels and shoes. "Now, suck my heel!" Daniel complies and starts sucking my heel the way I suck cock. He teases the heel with his tongue and slowly tries to swallow the heel. He takes one inch in and then two and then three. He has an aroused look on his face. He seems to be enjoying this, a little too much, "Stop," I cry. "You're enjoying that a little too much, aren't you?" I barely wait for a response "Turn you body over, so that your chest is facing the air." 

Daniel turns his body over and I place one heel on his chest and press down. Daniel starts wailing and crying, but I don't let up. I jump onto his chest and don't bother to listen to Daniels cries and I start strutting on his body. I rub my heal up against his cock and jerk him off. Daniel doesn't know what to feel and so I stamp on his cock leaving him in no doubt how to feel. I taunt and tease him as I walk up and down his body. I then get off his body and command him to sit up. He does so and then I order him to kiss my dildo, which he resists, but I grab his head and force him to kiss it. "Just for that, I will make you suck my dildo." I squeeze his nipples and he opens his mouth, I slide my dildo into his mouth, I push the dildo in all the way to the back of his throat. "Close your mouth!" He does so, "Now, start sucking!" Daniel struggles but starts to suck, a few moments into it, I take command and start pulls my dildo in and out of his mouth. I push the back of his head forward and try to throat fuck him. 

Daniel gags and chokes, but I don't let up. "Ahhh yeah, you like that ha? Good boy, mommy would be so proud of you!" Time passes and I grow board of him sucking my strap-on dildo, and so, I withdraw from his mouth. "Get onto the bed, now!" He struggles to get up and limps, but he makes it onto the bed. I pull my starp-on off, and take my shoes, jeans and underwear off. I then crawl onto the bed and make my way up Daniel and I sit on his face. "Lick!" Daniel has no will and starts licking my pussy. Feeling his tongue sliding his way into my pussy makes me feel powerful. I sit on his face and can feel my nipples becoming hard and my pussy moist and soft. Suddenly, I feel a little tinkle and then some cum, comes oozing out. Daniel swallows every drop and then more cum flies out. I redecorate the inside of his mouth and face, my cum goes everywhere. But I stay on Daniel's face until he has cleaned my pussy out and swallowed every drop. Finally, he's done, but he is now so weak that he's unable to have intercourse. 

But, I don't leave him hanging. So I place my pussy onto his cock and start humping him and riding him. Up and down, I'm like a cowgirl and then after he cums in my pussy, I remove my pussy from his cock and sit back on his face. I force him to swallow his own cum and I make him get every drop. Once he has finished swallowing himself, he is clearly too weak to continue and so he pays me and I leave.