2 comments/ 30537 views/ 9 favorites Pati Wreaks A Terrible Revenge By: At0mica My name is Patricia, Pati to most, Trish to some, Patricia to no-one since my parents had died. I was on a holiday, soaking up the sun and getting some rest and recovery time. I had suffered a really bad session at the hands of some well hung studs at a sleazy porno filming, and needed to recoup. A friend, George, had arranged for this holiday for me, bought and paid for, in return for one little favour, saying that all I had to do was bring a memory stick with me and hand it over to someone. Well, that is easy. It wasn't drugs or anything like that, and so I thought 'Easy Peasy'. The only downside, I guess, had been when the delivery boy turned up with my tickets and travel arrangements he had expected to be thanked. So I had said, 'Thank you very much'. That wasn't what he had meant. He had pushed me back into my house and fucked me on my lounge floor. Oh, so that is Arabic for 'thank you' is it? Well, okay, I suppose, and here I am in a luxury 5 star hotel. Dinner was ok, a buffet which meant I could pick and choose and go for all the savoury things I like. It was quite a varied buffet, designed I supposed to cater for guests from all over the world. I walked back to my room, talking the long scenic route to take in some of the hotel. They had a gym, I would try and find out if they had a women's only section, no way I was going to work out with big bulging biceps boys all trying to out do each other, no way. The pools looked good, and I liked the look of one that had a nice secluded grassy area, very quiet, perhaps I could lay there unmolested and get a tan. I found the book swap library, useful for when I have run out of reading material and a couple of other restaurants, a Japanese sushi, no thank you very much, and an Italian, I might give that a try, partial to a dish of meat balls. Laughing at my own dirty thoughts I got back to my room and decided early to bed, after all, I wanted to be up with the sun. I was quite happy sleeping all the time it was dark, but I didn't want to waste any precious daylight. My door knocked. I guessed it was probably room service for something and half concentrating, I opened the door. "Good evening. I believe that you have a package for me." A tall man stood there, he was dressed in the full Arabian regalia, a white dishdasha from shoulders to floor, a white ghutra on his head and a blue band holding it in place. "I don't know. Who are you?" It occurred to me that he could be anyone, and just handing something over to the first person that knocked may not be such a sensible idea. "I am the person who is paying for this room" he said. "I have a friend, George, he has made the arrangements for me in England. I would like my package please." Well, I guess if he knew that much, then, I ought to hand it over. "Right, okay, I will go and get it then." I stepped away from the door and went to the small safe in the wardrobe, opening it using my secret code, I always used my mother's birthday, easy to remember and well, probably not easy for someone else to guess. I turned to go back to the door to hand it over and was startled, he had stepped in behind me, I hadn't expected that, I think I jumped two paces to the left of my skin. "Oh, I didn't expect you to be behind me." It was a bit lame, but what else could I say. "My package." I handed across the small USB stick that I had carried across from England. I had attached it to my keyring of house keys and it came across in my handbag as hand luggage. No one had remarked on it at security, exactly as expected, and low key as instructed. "You like your hotel?" "Yes, thank you, it is very nice. I like nice and quiet, I am looking forward to a few days just laying in the sun." "You are grateful then." "Well yes." Oh, here we go. "Perhaps you would extend me the courtesy of perhaps showing me your gratitude." Well, of course I would. Jesus I was getting a bit pissed off with this. Do people not accept a simple 'thank you' these days? Oh well. I closed the gap between us and put my hand on his abdomen and then slid it down to his groin. I found his half hard cock and gripped it through his dishdasha, and felt it twitch a little as it hardened more. "This is nice," I said, "Would you like me to make it happy?" "You know what you have to do." I slipped my straps off my shoulders and undid the sip under my left shoulder. My dress slipped down and I stepped out of it, standing in just bra and panties. My bra was next off and then my panties. I stepped back to him ready to get under his clothes, but his hand was quicker, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, pushing me onto my bed, pushing my shoulders so that I was kneeling on the floor, but laying face down on the bed. He pushed my legs apart with his feet, and then he fumbled between my cheeks. Christ, does no one know what bloody foreplay is. I felt his cock push at my fanny and without any ceremony, and with a slightly painful push, he was in. Hard cock, not overly big as with most Arab men in my experience, but adequate. He obviously had simply lifted his clothes as I felt them across my back as he fucked me. His cock had a fattish end and it gave a nice sensation in my fanny as it rubbed my insides, his balls were large and slapped against me as he built up speed. He had a hand in the middle of my back, holding me down on the bed, I couldn't even get to my fanny to rub my clit, and his weight across my back made it difficult to breath. He fucked hard and my fanny wrapped around his cock, feeling empty as he pulled out, feeling filled when he fucked in, small stabs of pleasure shot from my fanny each time he drove in, it wasn't so bad. Then he stopped. He pulled out of me without warning, leaving me feeling empty, and a little cold. I wanted him to put his cock back in and fuck me, but he pulled me back off the bed and twisted me round. "Use your mouth." He stood in front of me, his cock glistening with my juices, jutting out from his golden brown body, his darker balls ribbed and taut below. I opened my mouth and sucked him in, taking the weight of his balls in my hand. At least like this I had a chance of rubbing my clit and getting a little something from it myself. I sucked him in and then let his cock slip out, gently rolling his testicles around inside his ball sac, and then I licked the length of his cock and sucked his balls into my mouth, wanking his shaft with my hand. His balls pulled and strained in my mouth as I wanked him, and then as I gave a hard upstroke, his balls pulled from my mouth with a 'plop'. I was pushing my clit, rubbing it in circles with my thumb, trying to get back that little feeling, the pain, just so I could lose myself in the act. I ran my tongue around the rim of his cock and then down his shaft, again sucking his balls into my mouth and giving him a few hard wanks. He took my head and held it back, pushed his cock into my mouth, and began to fuck my mouth, pushing in, his cock head sliding across my tongue, testing my gag control to its limits. "Suck woman" he said as he fucked, I did the best I could to suck and also to get into it myself, rubbing my clit, and sliding my fingers down between myself. I began to feel the warmth spreading from my fanny, felt the tightness begin, and began to get into the moment. I fantasised that he was a rich sheik who was adding me to his harem, who would demand my services each day, sometimes taking me off to the desert to fuck me in the sand. I began to breath quicker, to feel the tightness in my fanny , empty but for a finger tip, and I rolled and tweaked his balls as he pumped into my mouth. He pulled back and thrust deep into my mouth, and I felt his sperms shoot, coating my throat as he fucked, I tried to suck as best I could, tried to drain his cock and swallow, tried to get his spunk into my stomach rather than my lungs, again, my moment abandoned, my own heat and need just forgotten as he grunted and thrust until he was spent. He stepped away from me and looked down at me. "You will be picked up at 0900. Be ready." "Be ready for what?" I asked, "What do I need to get ready for? What should I wear?" "Be ready to be grateful," he said and he turned and walked away. I heard the room door open and then close. Bastard, Did he really think that me carrying a fucking memory stick for him granted him total access to use me as he wished? Well, yes, I guess he did. Bastard. I lay back on the bed and slipped my fingers along my fanny, a gentle touch at my clit, a shallow dip into my fanny, a nail edge gently running along the lips of my fanny. A little pulse started just inside me and it grew as I rubbed at my clit, a little throb of pleasure began between the lips of my fanny, and as I touched my clit again, a shot of electricity darted to my breasts, I had to grab and squeeze a nipple to complete the connection. As I ran a finger nail edge along my lips again, the pleasure became a pain, an ecstasy of excruciating pleasure and the explosion shot from my crotch and doubled me up, leaving my laying on my side, my knees bent to my chest, and my hand between my legs. I fell asleep in moments. I awoke, naked and shivering on the bed, my hand between my legs, squeezed against my clitoris, and with a squidgy feeling between my legs. I moved my fingers and yes, my fanny was still slick with my juices. Well, I had clearly allowed myself to get used, simply saying that I would accept their money in order to courier memory sticks for them, seemed to give them, as far as they were concerned, carte blanche to use me and my body as they liked. I just wish one of the bastards would just give me a hard fuck instead of leaving me unsatisfied and having to use my own devices in order to finish. Bastards. I got up and sat on the loo, peeing, tempted to let my hand get in the way again, to rub myself as I pee'd, but I was a little scared that it might get to the stage where I would have to wank every time I had a pee, and that was not a route I wanted to go down. I washed myself in the bidet, enjoying the feel of the flannel as I wiped it between my legs, a little thrill coming my way as the flannel rubbed my clitoris, but I was tired and didn't want to get all wound up and have to masturbate again. I went back into the bedroom and picked my clothes off the floor and put them on a chair, I would sort them in the morning. I slid between the clean covers, my head on the pillow and that was it, I was out like a light. I woke up and showered, the night had been full of strange erotic dreams, filled with camels and Bedouins and leaving me tossing and turning, constantly waking just at a point of intensity. Breakfast was coffee and quoissants, and then a walk back to my room to get ready. I had no idea what to wear, but I knew one thing, none of the clothes I would wear would be good. I wasn't going to have even more good clothes ruined. I waited in reception and a man dressed in Arabian clothes came across and asked who I was, and when I confirmed, he asked if I was ready. "For what?" I asked. "For today. Follow me" he instructed. I followed him, again to a Toyota all wheel drive and her set off. After leaving the hotel we headed towards the mountains, after about 20 minutes of highway he pulled off. He got out and lowered his tyre pressures. Back in the car he set a GPS system built into his rear view mirror and we set off across the sand. The journey was considerably bumpier and I found myself swaying from side to side. I quite enjoyed the offroad driving and wasn't phased as the Toyota slewed down the side of dunes and I managed to keep a rough sense of direction as the sun was behind us the whole time. About an hour later we pulled up at what looked like a low mud brick wall, with a collection of tents beyond. The wall, it turns out on closer examination ran around the tents, forming an enclosure, perhaps keeping the tents protected, although I knew not what it could protect them from. As far as I knew the only life left in the desert was Bedouins, Camels and insects. He led me to a tent in the centre of the encampment and, lifting a flap of cloth, he bade me enter. The tent, by comparison to the extremely bright desert sun, was dark inside and it took a while for my eyes to adjust. The man who visited my room yesterday evening was sat in a chair towards one side of the tent. There were rugs on the floor, and parts of the tent seemed sectioned off with drapes of cloth. "Welcome," he said. "Please sit." There being no chairs I sat cross legged on the floor. "The device that you bought was not tampered with." "I would have been worried if you thought at it had been." "I think it would have been a little more serious than that. You would not have returned home." "I suspect that would have caused some trouble, my embassy would ask searching questions." "The information that you bought me was worth 4.3 million US Dollars. Do you really think that we would be in the slightest bit concerned about enquiries. You would simply be filled with hashish and given to a tribe of Bedouin. They roam the deserts, and it would be many years before they came across a settlement again. In all that time you would be living on your back and surviving on hashish. In my experience, when the women resurface, their minds are gone and their bodies are ruined." "I was right to be worried then, because I followed the instructions to the letter. Had you done that, it would have been wrong." "I don't deal in right or wrong." "I understand." "Tell me, did you thank the driver for bringing you here safely?" Oh shit, this was really beginning to get on my tits. "I used the words 'thank you', I passed some dirham's, but no, if you mean the way I thanked you last night, then no I did not." "Let me make this clear for you. You are a Western woman, it is a prize to have knowledge of you for my men. When ever they do you a service, you will offer to thank them properly." "Okay." "I have a device for you to take back with you to England." "Okay." "That is not the right response." I was really getting pissed of with this. "May I express my gratitude to you?" "That is better. No, not now, perhaps when my driver brings you back before you leave for England. I do not have time for your stumbling now." 'Stumbling?' Who the fuck did he think he was? So, I was now expected to fuck the driver every time he drove me, I was expected to fuck this Arab every time he collected or delivered something. Jesus. He continued, "and when you thank my driver for bringing you here, I want no trace of him when you see me." So, he didn't like sloppy seconds. "You must thank him, how you do that is your concern, but your 'pashi' must be unsullied." I assumed my pashi was my fanny, great, blow job then, I didn't expect that I would be able to escape with just a hand job. God, I hated hand job, they really tired my arms. "As you wish," I said. I did not know what else to say. He looked away, I took it that my audience was over. I stood and left the tent. The driver was outside, he led me to the car and drove off. After a few minutes of bumping and bouncing I found my nerve to speak. " I would like to thank you for safely driving me." "Yes madam" he said and he drove between two sand dunes and stopped. He went to the back of the car and pulled out a rug which he placed on the sand at the side of the Toyota. He opened my door. "Madam" he said, pointing at the rug. "What would you care for?" I asked, "in what way would you like me to thank you?" He removed his jacket and placed in on the drivers seat. He then slipped off his shoes and undid and removed his trousers, he did not wear underpants I noticed. "In every way madam," he answered in response to my early question. I put my hands up my skirt and pulled down my panties, giving my clitoris a small rub just to waken it up. I put my panties on my car seat and shut the car door. I stepped across to him and took his cock in my hand, giving him a slow wank, pulling his shaft hard back as he grew harder in my hands. I knelt on the rug and sucked his cock into my mouth, feeling the veins in his shaft with my tongue, running my tongue around the rim of his cock, curling the tip of my tongue, trying to force it down the little hole at the end of his cock, my left hand massaging and playing with his balls, swirling them in my hand as I sucked at his cock with my mouth, and wanked him with my right hand. After a few minutes I felt a slight change in his balls, and he started to fuck my mouth, pushing deeper into my throat, as he changed from passive recipient to active fucker. He pushed me away and his cock slipped from my mouth. "On your knees" he said, pushing me so that I fell onto my hands. He knelt behind me and I felt his cock nuzzling at my fanny. He pushed in a few times and then withdrew, and I felt him fisting his cock and it pushed at my arse. Oh Christ, no lube, I really needed a dry arse fuck in the middle of a desert. I heard him spit, and I felt his globule land in my arse crack and tickle as it ran down to my anus. He wiped his cock head along the saliva and pushed again, this time forcing his way past my muscles and pushed in, keeping pushing until he was fully inside me. The pain was almost too much to bear, I nearly cried out at him, to just fuck my fanny instead, but I didn't, and he pulled back, his cock sliding outwards, my arse squeezing as it tried to shit him out of me. He plunged back in and he let out a guttural growl as my arse gripped and squeezed at his cock as he battered at my insides, his thrusts getting slightly easier, although I wasn't sure what was providing his lubrication, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I felt his cock as it thudded into my bowel wall, the angle I was at didn't make it easy for him to simply slide up my insides and fuck me. It was probably better for him as it must have felt like he was bottoming out each time, and with my arse squeezing his cock he, thankfully, didn't last long. He slammed against me, pushing so hard as to almost seem like he was pushing himself inside me. He screamed and his nails dug into my shoulder and I felt the cold of his come as it spurted inside me. He gasped again, twice more he pushed inside me, ejaculating, squirting inside my bowel, coating my insides with his cool white juice, before slumping across my back. He pushed himself up using my back as a support and then leant back, his cock slipping out of me, my arse temporarily unable to repel him, my muscles not working after his assault. He stood and began to dress, I was glad I didn't do his laundry, he didn't wipe himself, he simply put his trousers back on and did them up. I stood and took a deep breath. It was in no way sexually stimulating for me, but it had left me breathless all the same. I opened the rear door and pulled my panties out, and took two tissues from the box in the back, folded them and wedged them between the cheeks of my backside before pulling my panties up. I sat in the car making sure that my skirt was bunched up behind me. I was not going to sit on my skirt and walk through the hotel with the little tell tale circle of dampness on the back of my skirt. The journey back was all the more uncomfortable as I felt as if I had a huge gaping void where my arse used to be, and every bump seemed to hit my arse and force me open again. My the time I was back at the hotel I was back in full muscle control. I collected my key from reception and wandered back to my room and stripped. I stood in the shower and checked my backside. It had indeed closed up and was once again repelling all boarders. I was getting a little bit concerned at how much action my bottom was getting and I wondered if I could do some exercises to build up the muscles. It just seemed ages after being fucked in my arse before it closed up, and I did not want that to lead to any embarrassing leaks. Pati Wreaks A Terrible Revenge I still had a few hours of the days sun left and after towelling myself dry I applied a coating of factor15. I did not want to burn, so I needed some cream, and my experience of the Arabian sun was that 15 did me nicely. I could go out in the sun and not burn. The sun was pouring down on my terrace and I decided that today, I would lay here, tomorrow I could go and lay by the pool, today I just wasn't really in the mood. I was little pissed of at having to thank people. Jesus, out of all of it, I really didn't even get a bloody good fuck. I opened my patio door to the terrace and adjusted the sun bed to lay flat. I collected the 'pool' towel from my bathroom and lay it on the sun bed. Grabbed my book from the bedside, and went and lay down. It was hot. It must have been very high 30s or low 40s and there was no cooling breeze from the sea, there was no sea, just a hot searing heat. I slipped my straps down and undid the catch of my top and baked. I had my head to one side and I could see a man standing a few yards away in the shrubbery. It took me aback and I wondered if he was lurking. I then realised that he was wearing a hotel uniform, and I guessed he was probably security. I dozed off and reality and dreams got all blurry and I imagined him standing over me as I sunbathed naked, keeping people at bay. In my dreams I was laying naked on my back, holding my fanny lips apart so that they would evenly tan, whilst he stood over me, making sure I was safe. I woke up with a start when, in my dream, he told me I could 'thank him' later. I held my bikini top to me and wandered back in to get a drink, dropping my top on the chair as I walked past. I got an iced water from the minibar fridge and stood looking out at the sun as I cooled myself down, in fact, it was so cold inside the air conditioned room that my nipples stood out. I stood there for a moment daydreaming that the security guard came across for a thank you and pushed me over the chair and fucked me hard, just pumping my fanny, not my backside or my mouth, just giving me a good hard old fashioned bent over a chair fuck. As I stood there dreaming I could almost feel his cock inside me and I just brushed my fingers against my crotch and nearly came on the spot. I was wet, I knew it, I had that 'warm' feeling and I was so aroused I was panting as I stood there. I tried to get a grip and walked outside and lay back on the sun bed, not even thinking about my bikini top that I had left inside. If I had stayed inside any longer I would almost certainly have ripped my bikini bottoms off and thrust the water bottle in my fanny, outside in the glare of the sun and any passing person I would be more restrained. As I lay, the fantasy with the security guard played my mind and I imagined him walking across to me and standing looking at my breasts. I leant under the sun bed and reached for the sun screen spray and sprayed my shoulders and discovered that I was in fact topless, I had forgotten to put my bikini top back on. 'Fuck it' I thought, 'I am here now.' I sprayed my breasts as well as my shoulders and rubbed the sun screen in, my hands working circularly around each breast, my mind fantasising that it was the security guard that was rubbing it in. My right hand lay in my lap, just brushing my fanny and my clitoris almost exploded in anticipation and as the hot sun baked me, my brain dozed off and I went into fantasy world mode. The guard stepped across from the shrubbery and knelt beside me, not a word was said. He took the bottle of sun screen and sprayed my legs and thighs. His hands were leathery to the touch but soon softened as the oils in the sun screen helped soften his skin as he rubbed the screen into my skin. Slowly he worked up from my knees, rubbing my upper leg, his fingers working down each side of my legs, my breath held as he worked my inner thigh, holding, just waiting for that special touch. He sprayed my stomach and worked his hands across my abdomen, his hands close to my breast, a hint of a touch on the underside of my left breast, and then back down, his hands so close to me, so close to where my little fold starts, so close, I shuddered. He sprayed again this time across my labia and began a soft two fingered rub at each side of my fanny, rubbing in the sun screen, massaging at my inner thigh but not inside my labia lips, I was growing in frustration. I was so wet that I was so sure that a puddle must be building up beneath me as my juices dripped to the floor. He took my left leg and lifted it from the sun lounger, bent it slightly at the knee and hung it over the side, my foot on the floor. He did the same with my right, and I was laying there, my fanny lips gaping, my inner womanhood on full display. He undid his trousers and pulled out a large meaty cock, a huge pair of balls bulging from his fly as he fisted himself. He knelt between my legs and lowered himself onto me, his cock huge and hard, pushing at my fanny. I called out loud as he thrust into me, his cock stretching me, it was everything I could take. I felt the sharp rim to his cock head as it pushed in and pulled out, his cock so fat that it was squeegeeing my fanny, sweeping out all the lubrications I made, a steady drip drip drip into a puddle under the sun lounger. He started to thrust into me faster and harder, his cock filling and then voiding me, its hardness like rock, taking no prisoner, giving no quarter as it battered at my insides. My nipples felt distended and small electrical pulses shot from my breasts to my groin, burning at my clitoris, I felt my fanny tighten and squeeze, trying to do the impossible on the rock hard tool pounding at me. My backside scrunched and my toes curled and my heart almost stopped as his cock burst and flooded me with his come. Searing rope after rope of his ice cold spunk lashed at me, burning me with its cold, and I gasped as my lungs strove for air, and my fanny clamped on him, my orgasm rattling through my body leaving me loose, and shattered. I opened my eyes, the security guard was still standing by the shrubbery, my finger was pressing my clitoris and my nipples stood more proud than they ever had, there was no way he couldn't see them. I couldn't help but wish that my fantasy had been true. After dinner I wandered around the hotel a little, looked at the Piano bar, it was exactly as described, a bar with a piano. Some one was playing something like an old Cole Porter or Noel Coward numbers and someone else was stood in front of an microphone destroying the lyrics. The bar keep looked at me as I ducked back out. That was not for me. There was a sports bar, I didn't even put my head in through the door, and that left me with the club lounge. As I wandered up to the door it whisked open before me. "Madam, are you joining us for a cocktail tonight?" "Oh, yes, I suppose I could have one." "Very good madam. If you would care to follow me. In the room or on the terrace madam. Smoking is only permitted on the terrace." "Well that solves it for me then," I laughed, "room it is." "Yes madam." He led me to a small sofa covered in rather nice white sculptured linen, and I sat and relaxed back into the sofa, looking through the cocktail list. There were so many, I just decided, what the hell, I was on holiday, someone else was paying. "Long Island Iced Tea it will be please." "Yes madam." He wrote it down on a little pad and took it to a barman behind the small corner bar. He returned with a small selection of figs, dates and nuts on a plate. I was mildly amused that he didn't check my room number, as only certain rooms were allowed to use the club facilities, obviously being in a Club Junior Suite, I could. I read the small information sheet on the club lounge. High Tea was served at 1500, cocktails 1900 – 2200 and continental breakfasts 0700 -1000. Newspapers from many countries were available as was a selection of magazines and books. DVDs could be borrowed for use in your room. Well, I didn't come on holiday to spend time watching the TV, so that didn't interest me. A small white fluted edge doily was put before me and a highball with a hotel brand stirrer. I thanked him and took a sip. Wow, yes, okay, that packed a punch! I sat back and let the warmth of the spirits in my Long Island trickle through and they provided a slightly numbing sensation to my body which, after the abuse at the hands of other recently, was in need of a little numbing. "May I join you?" I looked up. I didn't recognise the speaker, or the accent. He was probably about my age, possibly a little younger, he had jet black hair, probably died as there was a fair amount of silver in his eyelashes, and a rather trim body. "You may." Well, I was hardly going to say 'no, fuck off' was I? "My name is Nikolai, I am from Moscow, and I am here having a little holiday from some business I am doing in the city." "Hello Nikolai, I am Pati. I am just having a little holiday." Well, I was. No point in saying any more, was there? "I saw that you seemed to be alone, as I was alone, it occurred to me what a travesty it was that we sat alone, when there was so much that we have in common and so little time to share." Jesus what a load of bollocks, Russian bollocks it seems are no different to any one else's bollocks. I looked at my watch and then back at him. "Sorry, how much time until the end of the world? Is it worth setting an alarm so i can make sure I am awake?" He laughed out loud and drained his drink, slamming the empty glass on the table and waving for a waiter who, as is often the case I have noticed, managed to appear almost instantly the hand was waved. "Two more here." He instructed and then looked back at me. "I looked at you," he said, "I looked at you and I knew here was a woman who was no klute, no fool. A woman with vodka for blood, spirit in her veins." He pronounved vodka as if it was spelt wodka, and there had been plenty in my Long Island, so yes, it did feel like my veins were full of 'wodka' "Well, I am British, I am supposed to have Tea in my veins." "So your drink, it is what?" "Well, it is close, it is a Long Island Iced Tea" "Ha ha, I love your British sense of humour, you have drink made with vodka and name it after an American place and call it Tea. This is good humour I think." The waiter returned with the drinks, my new Russian friend threw some dirham notes on the tray the drinks had arrived on. God, he is lucky. Women are not expected to say 'thank you' with money, oh bloody no, we have to do something else. Well, I guess if you're a cheap bint, then it's easy being a woman. "What business are you in?" I asked him. "I am in oil derivatives, and that is the most totally boring subject a man can be in. I can tell you nothing because there is nothing to tell." "Oh come in, how can that be," I laughed, I just felt he was being a bit vaguey, every man I ever knew would go on for hours about his job. It didn't matter what the job was, they would go on for hours and hours. To meet a man that wouldn't was a little odd. "Well partly it is all chemical formulas and unless you are a microbiologist or chemist, it is meaningless, partly because some of the work I do is for Governments, and partly because it is so dull it would, let me see, what is your term, yes, I have it. It would bore the underclothes from you. Yes?" I found myself laughing and I suspect it was more the Long Island than his humour. "So what you are saying is that you would bore my pants off and you do not want to get my pants off." I should have blushed red, I cannot believe I just said what I said, it really had to be the drink. "Now you are putting words into my mouth where they have not left from. I am not saying that I would not enjoy removing your pants," and his eyes were fixed very firmly in mine and the, as he spoke, his eyes slowly travelled down my body, pausing for a while at my breasts, and then stopping, boring through my dress almost, at my crotch. Thank God he was a normal man. "Indeed that could be interesting and pleasurable, no I am afraid that telling you of my work would be of such profound disinterest to you that you would be asleep in your chair. How then could I a tell a woman, deafened by sleep, of my prowess, and the hunting for bears I do in the great white that is Siberia, how the cold is so severe that if you sneeze, your snot is frozen and it tears your handkerchief? No, Pati I wish to amaze you, not curl you up into sleep like a baby rabbit." He did go on a bit. I noticed that his interest levels seemed to have increased, there was a definite filling out of the crease in his trousers at his crotch. "And how do you wish to amaze me Nikolai? I have to say that killing poor bears in a forest does not excite me, and anything cold fills me with shivers." "Ah but they stir passion in you, perhaps not a passion of love, but a passion none the less, and passions once stirred need outlets, they need to be released." I suppose he had a point, it did raise something in me, and looking at his crotch, it definitely had raised something in him. I hadn't noticed, but our drinks had been refreshed whilst we were talking. God I was going to be pissed at this rate. I decided to leave the drink and not touch any more. "And how would you propose to release them then Nikolai?" I asked him as I sipped at my drink. "Oh now Pati, there are many ways , we could dance to the music of Tchaikovsky, the singing of the violin strings in his concerto filling our hearts, we could walk arm in arm under the stars of the great cosmos, we could swim naked in the hotel pool, diving like the great beluga of the Caspian, there are so many ways to share passion Pati, so many ways." "Well Nikolai," I said between sips of my drink, "I had a good look around the hotel earlier and I am sure that I would have noticed an orchestra tuning up." "Aha , well you see, the great passions are always with me." He pulled an iPod from his pocket and handed an earpiece to me. I listened, yes, it was classical and it sounded a bit like Swan Lake, although I wasn't sure, I just knew it wasn't 1812. "The mother country is never far from my heart," he said, "perhaps, you would care for a walk under the stars?" Well actually, I just knew I didn't want anymore drinks, I was feeling quite tipsy and I don't really like that feeling. "Yes, some air would be good." I stood up and realised just how tipsy I was. It took all my concentration not to fall straight back down again, my legs really did not seem to want to work anymore. He took my elbow which provided a rather useful steady for me. I saw him drop some more dirham's on the table and we left, his arm around me providing a useful support. We walked a little along the path, away from the bustle of the bars and the late eaters in the restaurant. He stopped us and pushed an earpiece into my ear, putting the other into his. Music filled my head, orchestral sounds swooping and soaring notes, the music seeming having a motion of its own. He took my hand and put his other arm around me. "Lets dance my little kartofelya" and he whisked us along the path in time, I think to the music in our ears. I had no idea what a kartofelya was and to be honest my head was swimming a little with the alcohol from the Long Islands and I think I just hung on for dear life. I do know that he was enjoying the moment, his cock was quite informative on that subject, as we danced closely, turning and pirouetting along the path. He twirled me and we stopped, "This is my suite kartofelya, would you care for a small nightcap?" I don't think I said no, I am sure I didn't say yes, but before I knew it we were inside his suite, which seemed just a bigger version of my room. "I just need the loo," I said as my senses swirled and I headed off to the bathroom, pulling my panties down I sat and emptied my bladder. As I wiped myself I realised I hadn't shut the door and I could see him watching me in the mirror. I stood up and pulled my panties back up, making a bit of a show of tidying my panty hems, just making sure I was comfortable of course. I washed my hands and flushed and went back out. He handed me a glass and said "pyel do dna" as he threw his own glass of drink down his throat, "come on kartofelya, drink up". I took a sip, it was vodka, I never was keen on neat vodka, and I had already had far too much alcohol. I put the glass down and shook my head. He took my hand and twirled me round, I found myself in the classic arm around the shoulder dance pose. He pressed a button on a remote in his hand, dropped the remote as Tchaikovsky filled the room and he led. We danced a twirl here, a swirl there, it was, to me, a bit of a blur until I found his lips on mine, his body pressing against me, his arousal as obvious as before. His lips were insistent and seemed somehow glued to mine, it seemed only right to return the kiss. His tongue probed and I gasped a little as his cock pressed at my crotch, my mouth opening and allowing his tongue to press home. The arm around my shoulders dropped to my waist and then my backside, his fingers pressing between my cheeks, and then I realised I had been picked up. He carried me through to his bedroom and lay me on the bed. He slipped my shoes off and then at my hips, his hands pulled down my panties and I felt that blow of cool air as my fanny was exposed to the air. He pulled me to a sitting position and undid the zip on my dress, pulling it down and exposing my bra, lifted my hips and pulled the dress fully off me. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, pulling it down my arms and dropping it off the bed onto the floor as he took his shirt off. He slipped his shoes off and then took his watch from his wrist, dropping it onto the small chest at the foot of the bed, his trousers and underwear came off in a blur, I wasn't sure whether it was the speed he worked at, or the alcohol in my brain. One moment he had trousers on, the next I was staring at a hard cock growing up from a wiry forest of grey and black hairs. I shuffled across the bed and he sat and then lay next to me, his hand massaging my left breast, tweaking the nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb before his hand trailed down my stomach and found my fanny. A finger teased my lips apart and pressed my clitoris, a small tingle shot up to my throat, small stabs shooting off to my breasts and nipples on the way. I reached sideways and found his cock, rolling his skin up and down his shaft and then moved down and held his balls. They were well sized and the plums inside felt firm as I gently rolled them within his sac before returning to his shaft. As I pulled his skin down a finger teased my fanny and pushed in me, his remaining fingers bent and the knuckles pushing hard in my fanny slit, it felt good and I must have let out a small appreciative gasp. He rolled over me, my hand still holding his cock, and as he took his hand away from my fanny to steady himself, I lined up his cock and slid it along between my lips and aimed it at my hole. He pushed. I was slick and ready and he filled me, his balls between my legs, his hairs tickling, he cock stretching me. It felt so good to have a man fucking me rather than just using me. He moved his cock in me slowly, his abdomen rubbing against me, pushing my clitoris into me and then rubbing it back and forth. His cock felt ribbed and I could feel his veins as his shaft moved within me, his cock rim moving like a wave inside me, a little sensation on my inner thighs as the hairs on his balls tickled. I had my arms around him, I could feel his shoulder blades under my fingers as he flexed back and forth, his skin tight and toned. A slightly deeper push from him and my clitoris hummed, and a real tingle shot through me, my fingers flexed as I mouthed an 'ooh', and my nails dug into him. That seemed to spur him and his movements became harder, pushing a little deeper, his abdomen squashing at my clitoris, the stimulation running through my groin and my breasts, my nipples almost on fire as they jutted hard into his chest. The tightening in my fanny gripped his cock even more, and his cock rim pushed harder inside me, it felt like I was being scraped clean, his balls were squashing against me, his arms under me, his arms upturned and hands gripping at my shoulders, using me as leverage as he fucked. Pati Wreaks A Terrible Revenge He started to pant and I realised my breath was shortening, his weight was heavy on me, but all I felt was my fanny full and the sensation as he moved within me, and the growing tingle coming from my clitoris. He pulled back, his cock almost coming out, my fanny felt empty and I held my breath. He slammed back into me, driving the breath from my body as his cock drove through my fanny, a stream of tingles and shocks shooting out as he rubbed hard against my clitoris, a howl from him as my nails dug into his back, the pain of the ecstasy as my orgasm burst and I clamped around him, trying to curl up, trying to go into a ball as he drive into me, wanting him to stop, wanting to breath as my orgasm waned and my clitoris began to protest, but he did not stop. He pulled back again, almost out and this time I was relieved at the void, relieved that I was empty, that the pressure was off my clitoris, his weight off my breasts, and I breathed in. He drove into me again, hard and then pulled back, his fucking now fast and frenzied, his cock hard and my fanny wet and used, I could not squeeze or grip him, my fanny was tired, my orgasm had been and gone. His abdomen was really hitting at me now, my clitoris began to send small shots out once more, a tingle and then a shock of exquisite pain as his cock rim scraped my insides. His nails dug deep into my shoulders as he pulled himself, trying to climb inside me as his fuck crescendo peaked and I felt the shots from his cock as his balls erupted and as he drove into me again a squirt shot out from my fanny and I felt the coolness of his come on my thigh and I cried and I groaned as a second orgasm cut through me, his body slowing and I felt the hardness of his cock diminish. He lay slumped on me, his softening cock still in my fanny. I gulped some breaths and began to come down. My head was swimming a little still, too much alcohol, and his weight made if difficult to breath. There was an unpleasant trickle down my backside as my fanny leaked his juices and I knew that I would be laying in the cold and damp spot. I opened my eyes, blinking at the brightness of the room lights, unsure of where I was, the bedside clock showing 02:15. I heard a soft snore to my side and turned my head. Nikolai lay on his back, his cock limp between his legs, an arm over his eyes, a gently snore escaping from his mouth. I edged to the side of the bed and slipped out, picking my clothes up and going into the sitting room. I rolled a tissue form the box on the table and pushed it into to act as a plug until I got back to my room, put my pants on and stepped into my dress. Put my bra into my handbag, slung it over my shoulders, checked that I had everything and let myself out. I started to walk back to my room, not really sure where I was on the complex, and so decided to head to the bar area and back track from there. A voice spoke quietly and really made me jump. "Madam, I will walk with you." I looked at where the voice came from, it was the man I had presumed was a security guard that I had seen by my room. "Oh thank you, yes, I am not sure of my bearings." "That is okay madam." My head was still a little mushy, those Long Islands had really squished my brain, and in the end I wasn't sure how many I drank, at least three I thought, but it may have been more. It had been a good evening; Nikolai had been a bit of a laugh and I had enjoyed his idiotic dancing, the fuck had been good and honest and my crotch still felt tingly, his fuck had touched the spot I needed. My guard led me back to my room and waited as I opened the door, and with a slight tremble in my voice I asked "How may I thank you?" "Madam, I..." I knew that he wanted something but was nervous to say, his job may depend on it, but I really wasn't in the mood. I wanted to just get in and wash, I didn't want any more 'moments' that may make me sore and wear me out. I wondered if I could get away with just a little thank you. "Let me help you a little perhaps?" I said as I rested my hand on the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge grow as his cock hardened. "I am not allowed into your room madam" he said, a tremor in his voice. "That is ok, perhaps we will be fine outside." I moved to stand behind him and reached my arms around him and undid his zip. Pulling the fly open, his cock sprang free, again no underwear. I held his cock and began to wank him, trying to imagine I was a man and that the cock was mine. I squeezed him hard in my hand and moved as quickly as I could, trying to make my strokes the full length of his cock. He rested his palms against the wall, stooping slightly forward as I worked his cock. I squeezed and wanked and thought it would be strange to be a man, to have to be frenetic to work myself to orgasm, as a woman it was more about gentle touching and stroking. I realised that he was spurting, his cock felt wet in my hand as his come splashed against the outside wall of my room and then dribbled across my fisted fingers. I decided that if I did this again my free hand would rub my clitoris in time with the wank, just to see if there were an effect. "Madam" he said. "Thank you for looking after me" I said, stepping past him and shutting my room door. I needed to wash my hands and then have a shower. I didn't see Nikolai at breakfast, perhaps he had lain in. I wanted to eat early and get on the sun bed and so had been at breakfast at 0700. Back at my room I stripped and sprayed and then rubbed sun screen all over. Put my string bikini back on and then a robe, grabbed my towel and a book, locked my room and headed off to the quiet pool. I had liked the look of the grassed area to one side, it looked secluded and I felt it may be just what I needed. There were a few beds around the pool, but it looked so open and busy to me, towels across most beds, a few people sitting on their beds applying lotion and screen, no, too busy for me. I walked through the gap to the small grassy area. There was a sun bed on the far side, in what really was the bets spot, but occupied by a youngish woman, quite big busted, and on her back, topless. That was good, so topless for me wouldn't be an issue. A pool boy appeared by my side. "Would you like a sun bed madam?" "Yes please." He went away and then returned a few minutes later, a sun bed balanced on his shoulder. He went to the opposite corner to the other woman and with a flick of his arm, the sun bed was twisted and down on the grass. I said thank you and handed him a small dirham note as thanks. I lay my towel on the bed, adjusted it so that it was totally flat and sat on it. I took my bikini top off and put it in my bag, I left my book and everything inside the bag, and pushed the bag under my sun bed, I planned to lay and sleep, I still needed to recover from the night with Nikolai. I lay back and closed my eyes. I decided that this early I still needed sunglasses, the sun seemed to bore through my eyelids. I fished in my bag and eventually, satisfied, I lay back, relaxed and shut my eyes. I don't know how long I dozed, but I woke and looked around me. The sun had moved around the sky, so I had slept rather than just shut my eyes for a moment. To my side a small table with its own mini sun shade umbrella had appeared and a bottle of water sat in a tub of virtually melted ice. Gratefully I opened the bottle and drank the cold water. It was so refreshing that I drank the whole bottle without pause. I turned and lay on my stomach, the string of my bikini bottoms nestled and hidden inbetween the cheeks of my backside. There would be no white patches on my back. With luck I would just have a small white triangle over my fanny. Nice. I closed my eyes and day dreamt. The water guy came back, "Madam" he said, "Your back looks hot. May I cool you down?" "Yes" I murmured as I lay on my stomach, the sun baking me. I guessed he used a cooling lotion on his hands, but I felt cool hands touch my shoulders and then gently work across my back, pausing every few minutes to be re-cooled. He swirled his hands around my shoulder blades and going down my sides, his hands cool on the meat of my breasts as it was squashed out to my sides. His fingers ran down my buttocks, his hands cool and soothing. "Madam is very hot here" he said as his fingers slid between the cheeks of my backside. "Hmmm" I murmured and then I sighed as he poured a cool gel along my backside, and there was a glorious cooling as the gel seeped between my cheeks. "Madam, the string on your bikini will get wet with the gel." I was so relaxed I did not want to move and vaguely moved my hands to my sides to undo the bows that held the string bottoms together. My hands were held and moved away. "Madam, allow me" and the strings were undone. I felt the bottoms being pulled and lifted my backside a little and the bottoms were gone. I shuddered as the gel seeped down my bottom and ran into my fanny. More gel was applied to my backside and this time the hands moved between my cheeks, massaging some of the cool into my hot buttocks, but also allowing more of the gel to run down and seep between the lips of my fanny. I parted my legs a little just to ease the gels passage As he massaged my buttocks a finger would catch at my fanny lips which would set off a little mumble of appreciation from me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. It felt good, but was naughty. I was so glad I had picked this sheltered spot, it meant I could get this personal cooling massage. A finger pushed between my fanny lips, opening me and pushing into me, deep and rocking. Oh God that felt good, my fanny squeezing at the finger, feeling the knuckles as they moved within me. The cold of the gel may have been taking the heat from my fanny, but the heat inside me grew as my clitoris rubbed against the towel beneath me as he finger fucked me from behind. Jesus but this hotel had staff that knew how to look after their guests. "Aha, there you are." Nikolai's voice burst into my daydream, my masseuse evaporating along with my peace and solitude. I turned to face the voice. "Good morning Nikolai." "And how are you today? I would have liked to ask you this morning, but you were gone." "Well I am a one for my own bed, and I am more used to sleeping alone, so when nature called I slipped away and found my own bed." "I would have walked you back to your room. I am sure it is safe, but you never know." "I was escorted by hotel security so all was fine. I managed to get a few hours before breakfast, and then, well here I am, soaking up the sun. It's the only reason I'm here and I don't want to waste a moment of sun." "Such a shame, I so enjoyed our dancing last night, I had hoped you might join me for lunch perhaps." "Nikolai, I am sorry, but no. I may see you later after the sun has gone, but for now, I just want to lay and soak up the sun." "Farewell for now then my English kartofelya, perhaps I shall see you for a dance this evening." "Later Nikolai." I lay my head back down and shut my eyes, but the moment was gone and sleep would not return, and it seemed my masseuse had evaporated never to return. I put my top on and wandered to the pool. Well, everyone pees in the pool, don't they? The pool felt like ice as I stepped into it and my nipples turned to small bullets on my chest. As I stepped down the steps I wondered if I really should have just gone back to my suite, but then I reasoned that the pool probably wasn't actually cold, it was that I was probably hot, and a cool down would probably do me good, but when my crotch hit the surface of the water I was sure I could hear my fanny snap shut and felt it weld itself over. I took a breath and plunged forward and swam a length and then back. By the time I stopped and leant at the side I was no longer shivering and the pool did not feel like a direct link to the arctic ocean. I breathed out and relaxed and a little squeeze and my pee released. It felt like a hot torrent in my groin and an almost orgasmic release as the pressure in my bladder died and pushed the pee out into the pool. I kicked off and swam another length and back, the warm dribble lasting half way across the pool. I did another two lengths, sure that the movements would cleanse me as I went, after all, I could hardly wipe myself in the pool. Back at my sunbed I took my wet top off and wrung it as dry as I could and then put it at the foot of my sunbed in the full sun. I knew it would be dry in a matter of moments. I lay on my stomach and let the sun dry me as I dozed, wondering if the water boy would come back and help me as he had done when I dozed earlier. Instead my dozing was peppered with kartofelya, and I struggled to really relax, I didn't feel secure, I just expected Nikolai to come back and pester me and I was in no mood for pests during sunlight hours. I put my top back on, gathered my things and headed back to my suite. I would lay on my terrace, at least there I should have some privacy and would be able to relax. The afternoon passed quickly, I dozed and I bathed in the sun, my dreams were devoid of Russian or Arab business men and I thought of England and the green of the countryside compared to the harshness of the desert sand. I showered and dressed for dinner, nice matching nude coloured underwear and a simple white sun frock. I wondered whether I would risk the bar again or just go back to my room. Truth be told Nikolai had been good fun, he had made me laugh and he was a reasonable fuck. "Miss Pati," a voice said into my ear. I turned, there were two dark skinned men standing on my shoulder." "Yes?" I said. "We need to talk." "Feel free" I said. "No, Miss Pati, it is about why you are here and we cannot be overheard." "Well, fine, my suite is around the corner." I walked on, my decision as to whether to go to the bar was, at the very least, delayed. I wondered how quickly I could get rid of them. Were they delivering me something to take back, I wondered, might it save me a trip out to the desert? I opened my room and went in, they both followed, the second shutting the door and setting the 'Do not disturb' "Miss Pati, Mister George has a message." 'Oh bollocks' I thought, 'Oh fucking bollocks.' "Oh, yes, and how is my friend George?" "He says to tell you that he is fully recovered now, and that he will pay you back in full kindness when you return." "Oh lovely. I am looking forward to that." "Meanwhile Miss Pati, we are to deliver some service to you here." "Oh, what would that be?" I didn't have time to respond. He had grabbed me, a hand around my mouth. "Do not struggle Miss Pati, it would not be wise." I was carried through to the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped on the bed. A pair of hands were up my dress and pulled my panties down, my dress was unzipped and pulled from my body and my bra followed. I was naked and turned to lay face down on the bed, one of them astride my back, I could not wriggle free. My hand was grabbed and a rope tied around it, the rope I think was then thrown under the bed and roughly tied to my other wrist, my ankles had a similar treatment. A cloth of some description was tied around my eyes and another stuffed into my mouth. The man on my back got off me. I could not move, if I tried to move my right hand, it pulled my left, similarly with my legs. I heard the sounds of undressing and then the bed moved. One of the guys worked his way underneath me, he wiped his cock up and down my slit and then just pushed inside me. No pausing, just straight in. Jesus was George ever going to pay. I tried to divorce myself from what was happening, tried not to feel the rib on his cock, the squash of his balls, to just let the guys get on with it. He was not as big as either of the two guys in the porn studio, but he was no pencil. I felt very full. I felt more movement on the bed and then my ass cheeks were pulled apart. I heard some spitting sounds and a finger wiped what I presumed was spit at my asshole, a cock was pressed at it, and then pushed, relentless, no relaxing of pressure, and even when my asshole gave in and allowed the invasion, he did not relax in any way until he was fully in me. I felt so filled, I felt like the beef pati in a burger. They took it in turns to fuck. The guy in my fanny pulled out a little, the guy in my arse pushed, and so on. I was a seesaw and they rocked in and out of my body, fucking, just invading, making no account or interest of me. They just fucked and the guy in my arse was the first to pick up the pace, the guy in my fanny took a moment to respond, but soon they were fucking me hard, the guy underneath just flexing his hips, the guy in my arse pulling out, and slamming into me, his cock going deep into my bowel. The guy in my arse jerked and spasmed and grunted, howling almost as he unloaded into me, fucking me until he was spent, and as he finished it was the turn of the guy underneath and he started to jerk his hips, fucking my fanny quite hard until he too was spent and his jerks had blasted his come into me. The lay still for what felt like five or more minutes, cocks slightly softened, but still inside me. The cock in my fanny recovered first, I felt it begin to harden and fill out my fanny again. 'Jesus' I thought. 'that is a quick recovery.' He didn't move, and then the cock in my arse slowly but surely began to harden and stretch my ass hole once more. The technique was different this time. The guy underneath did not move, but the guy on my back whose cock was in my ass did the work. He pulled back and slammed in, getting a steady rhythm, slamming into my buttocks, his cock presumably stimulating the cock in my fanny as he rubbed through my inner wall. He hadn't withdrawn and so my ass was relatively dry, and his fucking was beginning to sting and hurt as he slammed into me, the guy underneath just lay still, he needed to do nothing, he was being effectively wanked. I wondered if they were a double act. The guy underneath pulled at my nipples, twisting and squeezing them as I was bounced up and down on his cock. It took a little longer this time, but eventually the cock in my arse started going much harder and much faster, and then slowed to two or three deliberate thrusts, his ejaculation squirting and adding to what was already in my bowel. He lay still and his cock once more stayed inside me as he recovered. I didn't try to scream through the gag, or struggle, I just let them get on with what they had to do, they were just the hired help, here to do what George had arranged. I don't know how long these guys could keep going, but I knew I would be bloody sore at the end of it. The guy in my fanny stirred next. He started flexing his cock, fucking in and out. Because he had me and arse guy on top of him, he was limited to how much he could move. It seemed that arse guys fuck had not translated into a full wank of fanny guy, and he was ready to have his turn. He seemed to be able to move a couple of inches within me by just flexing his hips. Arse guy just stayed still, a little movement caused by fanny guy, but no more. He was hard in my arse but not moving. Fanny guy kept at me, I had determined I would ignore what they did, but this guy seemed to have such a large rim it was difficult. His cockhead scraped along the inside of me, stretching me as he moved, I could feel every little move, every bump in my fanny wall, every little ridge within me felt enlarged. I tried to imagine how I could wreak my revenge, I needed to talk to my friend Andy, he would know a way. I realised that fanny guy was speeding up and his hip flexing was getting a little more 'flexible' and I felt his shots as he ejaculated once more. A little calm settled on my body, and I tried to imagine how I really would get my revenge. Pati Wreaks A Terrible Revenge I had George in a hotel, booked under a false name and paid for with cash. We had a great meal, where I wined him and dined him and got some roofies inside him to get him unconscious in my room. Once there, I would then get him hard, mount him so that he was inside me and fuck him till he came and filled me with his come, nothing like a nice bit of evidence. Then, a small slit in his testicle sac and I would pull out his balls and cut them out, sealing the sperm tubes with super glue. I would put a couple of large gob stoppers back in their place and then super glue up the wound and repair his ball sac. I would drop his balls into a small jar of pickle juice in my luggage, to save for later. I knew that superglue was invented as a field dressing for the army, so would be okay and should help fix him up. I would then get him hard again, mount him so that he was inside me and fuck him raw and then pretend to go to sleep so I was on him, being fucked by him when he came to. Nothing should be suspicious. The alcohol should deaden any pain, along with the pain killers I had fed him. Of course, he would get hard, and at this point I realised that arse guy was now taking his turn to fuck me. Fanny guy was hard and stretching, but still and not fucking. Back to George. He would get hard and he would fuck me, but he would be able to deliver nothing but a little bit of seminal fluid. We would stay in the hotel for at least a day, and he could fuck me all he liked. I would just reapply the superglue as he slept. He should not notice anything, but I reckoned over the next few days after he went home his gobstoppers would dissolve. Now what a great day that would be, he would wake up one day and find he had no balls, they had just disappeared, what the hell would he make of that. My plan was to vacuum pack his balls and send them back to him about a month later when they were totally ruined, just as a memento, he could keep his pickled balls. Arse guy was just finishing, pumping more of his come into me. To be honest, I was just bored now and wondered how much longer this would go on. George obviously knew a lot of porno guys, and I knew some of them could keep going for hours, and it already felt like hours. Fanny guy was going now. I tried to get back to my fantasy, I put myself a few days after George's gob stoppers had dissolved. "Hi George, missing you, would love another hotel session, can't wait to get your nice juicy cock into my fanny, your balls slapping at my arse as you fuck me." I would just so want to be laughing but dare not. He must never ever know who did it, he may actually not realise that something was done until his pickled balls arrived in the post. In fact, I did think that the superglue may dissolve in the shower or the bath and his gobstopper balls fall out and dissolve before his eyes, now that would be a sight. I realised that arse guy was pulling out. God my arse just stayed open, I felt like a wind was blowing into me. Fanny guy pulled out too and slid from under me, a gush of his come spurted from my fanny as he pulled out and I fell onto the pool of gloop as he went. They untied me and left. I was afraid to get up in case my arse leaked any 'unpleasantness' onto the bed. I listened just for a moment or two to make sure that they had gone before I pulled the gag from my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes. It was just white material, it didn't look like my clothes, so I rolled the material into a sausage and tucked it between the cheeks of my bottom. Only then did I dare roll over and get off the bed, one hand holding the roll firmly in place. I went quickly into the bathroom and sat hovering over the loo and removed the roll. There was a small 'puddle' on the roll and as I sat there was a steady 'plop' 'plop' as my bottom let the deposits left behind by arse guy drip out. I was pretty sure my fanny was dripping too. I decided that I might as well clean myself properly and went quickly to the shower, my hand underneath me to catch any drips. I turned the shower on, spun the head off and put the hose up against my bottom. There was no great pressure, but my backside was still gaping and the shower water went in and flushed me out. I didn't look at the water running away for the first few moments, and when I did I was relieved to see no small bits of unpleasantness floating around. I smeared a little of the lovely Molton Brown shower gel on the end of the hose and then pushed it carefully into my fanny and just held it in place as it flushed me clean. I turned the shower off and stepped out whilst all the water drained away, reattached the shower head and then had a proper shower, washing myself thoroughly, making sure that there was no trace off them on my body. I went back to the bed and poured a glass of water on the quilt, allowing just a little to spread onto the main sheet. I picked up the phone. "Hello housekeeping." "Hello, I am so sorry, I have just spilled a glass of water on my bed, the quilt and sheet are all wet, is there any chance someone can come and sort it for me?" I put some panties on, a tea shirt and a robe and went and sat in the sitting room on the settee. They weren't long. Two young guys, they looked perhaps Bangladeshi, came, stripped my bed, and remade it. I gave them a few dirham and a cheery thank you. So, I was clean in and out and so was my bed. I got my phone out of the safe and sent George a text. 'Thanks 4 pressy – 2 gr8 guys. Xxx' Bastard was so going to get his. I had to go to the loo twice in the night, but thankfully I had all closed up and everything now seemed to be functioning normally, and very thankfully, there was no sign of blood on the tissue so I obviously hadn't torn or been cut. I woke at around 0600 again and decided to get up. I was a little tender around my backside, my fanny felt ok, just a little used, but the guy hadn't been slamming into me, so I really wasn't feeling abused. It was just a fuck. All back to normal. I went along and had an early coffee and quoissant breakfast and decided I would stay on my Terrace, at least for the morning. I wasn't in the mood for Nikolai. In the end I stayed the whole day on my terrace, I more or less ignored housekeeping when they came and refreshed my room, and didn't even fantasise about the security guy who spent all day in the shrubs keeping an eye on me. I wondered if he fantasised about me, if he had wanked imagining it had been my hand on his cock again, not his own. I showered and dressed in my nude underwear and my white dress and went off to eat. After dinner I went to the cocktail bar and ordered another Long Island and just sat and watched as couples came and went, groups met up and then went on to dinner, tried to guess who was having affairs with who, there were many tell tale signs. The German couple for instance. He had his arm around his wife, but his eyes were constantly on the face of the woman in the other couple that was with them. He wasn't looking at her cleavage, as many men would, and that told me he already had seen those treasures, no his eyes were on her eyes, not her boobs. It was so obvious. "Howdo ma'am," said a guy in a cleanly pressed blue shirt and white slacks. "May I join you?" "Yes, of course." He sat and called the waiter over and asked what I was drinking, I told him a Long Island." Good choice madam," he said then ordered two from the waiter. "You seemed alone. I saw that you were watching people, and as that seemed to be a hobby of mine, I thought that I might come and do a little people watching with you" "You are welcome, yes, I do like to do a bit of watching. What have you seen that piqued your interest?" "The couple in the corner have obviously had a tiff. They do not look at each other, Niagra Falls could be falling before them and they wouldn't notice, they are together yet so far apart." "Ah well, actually they came in separately and the waiters put them together. They haven't spoken a word, so I think that may not actually know each other." "Ah well the advantage of being here before me." "Maybe, maybe not, how about the woman that you came in with, she went outside to the smokers colony, so does that mean you will rejoin together later?" He laughed and waved at the waiter to refresh our drinks, I could hardly believe that the glasses were nearly empty. "Ma'am , before I answer that, my name is Francoise and I am from Alberta Canada." "Hello Francoise, I am Pati and I am from England." "Well hello Pati. The woman I came in with?" "Yes." "She is my secretary. She is far too important to me in my business for me to risk anything and lose her confidence. She could destroy me in 15 minutes flat on the phone, so no, I leave her to her own devices, and she leaves me to mine. The only vice that I think she has is smoking. I don't believe that she drinks, never seen her do narcotics, and she does bring the occasional man along, but always at her expense, and as far as I recall, never the same man twice." "Secretary is a very old fashioned word. Is she more of a PA?" "Nope ma'am she is my secretary and that is it." "Bet you would love to get her between the sheets." He laughed again and I swear he was about to slap his thigh. If he had, I would have broken into the lumberjack song from Monty Python. But he didn't. "As I have said, she is far too important to be just a bit of tail. No. Can't say I haven't wondered, but no, no I wouldn't." "The two couples over there," I said, pointing at the affair foursome. "Oh yes, well there is a little cross matching going on there I think, and I actually think they are both involved and that each thinks that the other doesn't know." Oh. Okay, I had the guy in the suit sleeping with the woman in the dress, but married to the woman in the skirt." "Yes, but I also think that the skirt is sleeping with the Dress woman's husband." "Oh, why?" "Well Suit and Dress are obvious." "I agree, it's the other two that you have me on." Two more Long Islands arrived. "Well Skirt won't make eye contact with Dress's husband. I think that they have slept together, probably only a couple of times, probably recently, perhaps on this holiday. It is new and she still feels guilty." "Okay, but maybe, he tried it on, she rebuffed him, and so is just uncomfortable." "No, I think that if that were the case, then she would be very clingy with suit, to send a message, but she is not." "And what about that couple over there?" I asked pointing towards the wall. "What couple? I see no couple." "Look in the mirror." "Ah, well, yes." "What do you see?" "Well he is obviously interested and she looks as if she may be too. She certainly looks intrigued." "Intrigued am I? Actually I feel al little more tipsy rather than anything else" "Oh well, ma'am you better slow down then you don't want to be making alcohol fuelled decisions tonight." "Some men might encourage a woman to drink a little more, to perhaps lower her inhibitions and increase his chances." "Indeed, but that man would not be a gentleman ma'am, now would he?" "Sometimes perhaps she doesn't want a gentleman to act a gentleman." Well, not all the time, every time, sust some of the time, not none of the time. I know what I mean. "Well then he would probably be a little out of his depth and wading in waters that were a little too deep." "I think that we should go for a walk to clear our heads." Well I couldn't cope with anymore to drink. He stood up and held his hand to me, assisting me to my feet. We walked outside and I crooked his arm, and slipped my arm through his and we walked slowly along the path heading to the main pool area, now deserted, silent apart from the occasional splash as an air bubble escaped the pool. "What does Francoise from Alberta Canada do that means he takes his secretary on exotic holidays?" I asked. "I am a project manager for a construction company and we have the contract to build the theme park just outside the city limits. I have come across just to check on plans and make sure that timelines are not slipping." "Okay, and this hotel? Why here, surely there are better and nearer hotels? I am genuinely interested. I mean as hotels go, it's good, don't get me wrong, but it is at least 45 minutes drive past the theme park site, I know, I saw the signs. "Yes, but all the staff building it are housed just down the road from here in a construction village. So that is where my onsite people are, so this is the nearest convenient hotel. Now, your turn, tell me why Pati from England is in this hotel and not one at the beach or in the city?" "It was a last minute holiday and accommodation was allocated on arrival. All I want to do is lay in the sun so it is perfect for me." I have to admit, he really took me by surprise. One minute we were just walking by the sunbeds, asking each other stupid questions, the next I was in a lip lock. It took me quite by surprise. "Well Francoise from Alberta Canada, I wasn't expecting that," I said when my lips were freed. "I like to act on the moment." "I thought project planners liked everything planned out?" "Yes, for a project, not for woman, no, women are totally different and plans are never a good thing. You know, may I just say, to a Canadian you are quite exotic." I didn't get chance to respond because his lips hit mine, one hand found my left breast and was squeezing my nipple, the other was managing to slide my dress between the cheeks of my bottom. Phew! I thought it time to do a bit of my own spontaneous actions and I squeezed his cock. That got an immediate response. "Your room or mine?" "Yours." Every time, I don't want strange men in my room, I don't mind their cock in my fanny, but in my room? No. He took my hand and put it around his back, his arm went around my shoulder and we walked like an amorous couple along the windy stone path that led, I presumed to his room. Well, it seems he had a bungalow. No mere suite, this was a bungalow, with a guard who opened the door for him. Inside he opened the minibar and I noticed that it was stocked with mixers and soft drinks. Then I spotted the full size bar of full sized bottles. Aha. Get a decent room, get a decent minibar. He worked for a minutes opening and measuring from many bottles and then he handed me a glass. "Bottoms up" he said. I sipped. It was a Long Island and it tasted superb. Although it was probably about twice as big as the one from the cocktail bar and I would not be knocking this back like diet coke. "Indeed" I responded. "Come, sit for a while" he said and we moved to his couch, well, he was Canadian, and they are the same as American, so, yes, it was a couch. "Why me?" He asked. "Why are you asking me?" I said, "You chatted me up." "I just wondered. In my position, it can be difficult." "Look, let's get this straight. You're a nice guy. We fuck. I go back to my room and sleep it off. That's it." He looked surprised. "Sorry, have I offended you? I just call it the way it is. If you are worried about blackmail or any such nonsense, for fucks sake, look at me. I am no teenage honeytrap, for fuck's sake I am old enough to be a grandmother. I enjoy sex. I like holidays. So I see nothing wrong with sex on holiday with a good looking bloke. You offer me money and I shall shove it up your arse I am not a tart. And by tart I mean hooker I think is your term." He laughed and took a long drink of his Long Island. "No, not shocked, just pleasantly surprised. You can stay as long or as short as you like, and when you want to go, the guy outside will take you back in the buggy. He will not accept a tip from you, so do not try." I undid my little zip and dropped my straps over my shoulders. The dress fell to my waist. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra and pulled it off. I was sat on his couch with my dress in my lap and my tits in his hands, Christ he was quick. He weighed my breasts, a hand under each, and then his fingers gently twisted my nipples. He dipped his head and sucked at my left nipple, fingers still twisting and squeezing my right. It tickled a little, a small jolt of electricity, like a static shock, that shot from my nipples to my crotch, leaving trail of goose bumps in its wake. I raised my bottom a little and pulled my dress and panties down. I was nude. He was dressed. Time I addressed that. I pushed him away from my breasts. "Oh no Francoise from Alberta Canada you need to Project Manage getting your clothes off." And I put one arm across my breasts, another into my lap hiding my fanny. He stood and stripped, his cock jutting forward and slightly angled to one side, his balls quite small, his stomach pouching a little, his chest covered in a wiry grey hair. I stood up and kissed him and pulled his foreskin back. "I think the bedroom would be more comfortable, don't you?" I said and stepped away. I didn't know which of the doors lead to a bedroom, being a bungalow it could have had cupboards, and kitchens and goodness knows what. It was his place, let him lead the way. He pulled the quilt back and I sat on the edge of the bed. He walked around to the other side and climbed on the bed himself. I was still sat on the side when he came behind me, a leg snaked either side and his cock pressed against my back. His arms came around me and massaged my breasts. "How strange it feels to have breasts" he said as he moved my breasts about on my chest. His hands then dropped to my lap and teased apart my fanny lips and ran fingers from top to bottom, pressing at my clitoris and then dipping slightly into my fay. "And it feels too weird having a pussy and not having a dick." Good, we have established he is a bloke. "Well I like them. Men look at breasts, they can't help themselves, and as to my fanny, well, with one fanny I can get as many dicks as I like." Jesus "And what do men do when they look at breasts?" He asked as he idly twisted and pulled at my clitoris, the little shots of electricity warming my crotch, his fingers seemingly oozing as my fanny was getting wetter by the second. "They are like men magnets and then when men get close, they fall under my power. I wouldn't swap my breasts for a man's hairy chest for a second, and as to a dick? Why would I want my insides hanging on the outside all lumpy and vulnerable? No. I quite like being a woman thank you very much." His finger was easing a little deeper and deeper within and the pressure on my clitoris was firmer, my lap seemed full of his hands, and my fanny was definitely slick, his movements sending small tingles all over my body, I had enough of talking, it was time for some fucking. I stood a little and then sat back, his cock now between my legs and nuzzling between my fanny and arse. He got the idea and his finger slipped out, his hand went under and he fisted his cock into my fanny. I settled gently down onto him, leaning forward to try and make sure he didn't pop out straight away. It felt good as he began to fill me, my fanny lips opening as his cock entered and widened me. His cock rim sliding over my little sensitive patch just inside, a thrill shooting up to my throat and a little 'oh' escaping. I think he had his hands behind him, bracing himself, so he had no spare fingers. I ran my hand around my fanny, my fingers softly sliding along my fanny lips and then up to my clitoris. I stroked and then gently squeezed, his cock pushing at me from within, my fingers from outside. My senses were being overcome and I was getting a good overload in my crotch, sudden jolt shot from my clitoris in all directions, and my fanny clamped. I squeezed my arse cheeks and pressed hard with my fingers, his cock inside me was almost secondary. It was strange, it felt like I was just sat on the edge of a bed, just having a wank, as I had many times, but this was so much more intense. He was not part of the moment, he was behind me and sat, all his cock was doing was filling and pressurising my fanny, my fingers were doing the work and I felt myself beginning to boil. My clitoris was throbbing, pulsating between my finger and thumb, my alit was wet and slick and running a finger nail along from his cock to my clit was like trailing a live electric wire. He moved slightly within me and he jiggled against my little sensitive spot and I gasped, my breath held in my throat as my fanny clamped hard and my clitoris sent fireworks through my body. I breathed in slow breaths and tried to relax and leant forward slowly easing him from my fanny, a 'slurp' as it left and a momentary emptiness as my fanny gaped open and the cool air swirled around inside me just for a second before my fanny closed. Pati Wreaks A Terrible Revenge I turned around and pushed his chest. He fell back on to the bed and I joined him, pulling the cover over us I went down. I licked his cock, running my tongue from tip to base, enjoying his flavour coating of my juices. I held his balls and pulled them gently down, forcing his foreskin away from his cock head a little. I kissed at the small hole at his tip and then sucked his cock into me, fucking him with my mouth, and it didn't take long. I felt his balls tighten and his cock began to jerk in my mouth, I sucked and licked and as he shot into my mouth I swallowed down his come, sucking until there were no more drops and his balls were momentarily dry. I went back up the bed and kissed him, pleased that he didn't pull away as some men did after a blow job. He put his arms around me and cuddled me to him. "Just lay a moment Pati from England, just lay" he said. I wondered what he wanted to do, recover and fuck me, or send me on my way. I closed my eyes and just tried to relax, to let the alcohol of the Long Island tea wash through me. I woke with my bladder pressing for release. I eased out of his arms and padded quietly into the adjoining bathroom and sat and wow, it was quite a gush and I couldn't stop myself, my put my hand in the way, letting my pee flow over my fingers, rubbing myself as my pee squirted out from me, my breath coming in gasps as I found myself incredibly aroused. I wiped and stood and rinsed my hand and as I dried myself I needed to decide if I was going to go back to my room or back to the bed in the room next door. One led to a wank and a good nights sleep, the other, possibly, to a fuck, and I had to confess I felt quite horny, my clitoris was still buzzing and that made my mind up for me. I stood by the side of the bed, the covers were off and he was laying on his back, his cock semi hard. 'Half way to paradise' I thought as I knelt over him and sucked him into my mouth, gently wanking him to a useable hardness, wondering if he would stay half asleep, his dreams mixing with my sucking and tickling of his balls. His cock began to grow and swell in my mouth, and soon his foreskin was tight across his cock head, his little hole peeking through. I straddled him and eased his cock into me, settling down, his cock filling me and giving me that 'aah' moment as I felt my fanny lips pushed apart and his cock fully home. I rocked gently back and forth, feeling his cock sliding in and out, the small ridge of hard skin at the back of his cock rubbing against the edge of my fanny, his cock rim sliding in and out of his foreskin changing the sensation of rubbing within me. It felt good and I did not want to hurry to finish, I was enjoying the slow rub, the feelings inside me as his cock travelled through my fanny, and I tried to count the little ridges and bumps as he rode over them, but found that I was holding my breath as pulses of electric pleasure shot to my nipples and the back of my neck. I rocked further forward and his cock slid almost completely out, I felt his cock head stretching the mouth of my fanny, and I held at that point, the uncertainty of whether he would fall out or not was exciting and my fanny was willing it back in, trying to suck him back in, small tremors were running around my crotch as I held, and then I rocked slowly back, his cock invading me once more, the bottom edge of my fanny mouth puckering as his cock slid in, slowly I moved his cock into me, making it feel like he was two feet long, filling me completely until I realised I was trying to suck him in, balls and all. I rocked forward again slowly, concentrating on counting the ridges on my fanny wall as his cock rim slid over them, a little jolt of electricity as he slid past each one. I was so on an edge, I knew that this was building to be a big one and I could almost have wanked my clit it felt so big and tight, waiting to burst as my moment built. My backside had squeezed shut and wasn't going to relax, my fanny was clamping and my breathing had long ago stopped. I was keeping it at bay by focusing on my counting his cock slide over my ridges, fifteen on the way in, fourteen on the way out, sixteen on the way in, fifteen on the way out, each little ridge seemed harder and more pronounced at each travel, my clitoris was screaming at me and I had a huge urge to pee but I was holding on and then it all went. I had almost forgotten the owner of the cock treating it just like a dildo and that it had responses of its own and that it wasn't just a lump of plastic, and the cock jerked within me and I felt his spurts as the jerking took him over the edge and the millennium fireworks exploded in my crotch and my heart stopped. The pulse of orgasmic pain washed over me and the pleasure hit me left and right I gasped and I choked and my clitoris pulsed hard , my bladder trembled and I collapsed on him, my fanny clamped tight shut, my breath gasping and I just couldn't move, I was fucked. My dreams were full of security guards and golf buggy's and I dreamt of fucking and being fucked, my fanny pulsing as it was filled and as I awoke I tried to cling on to the dream only to realise I was actually being gently fucked. I was laying on my back and Francoise was on top of me giving me a wake up missionary fuck, his cock easing in and out, his position rubbing at my clitoris, my dream merging into his fuck. I put my arms around him and clinched him to me, murmuring sex noises into his ear. He began to go a little harder and a little deeper and I couldn't have counted the ridges if I had wanted to. A squidginess within me and his cock softening told me he had finished. He kissed me and then rolled off. "I ought to go." I said "Okay, thank you for a very pleasant night, and excellent company in the evening." "You are welcome, and ditto for me." I slipped of the bed and took a tissue from the side table and rolled it into a little plug. I retrieved my panties and bra, and when I was suitably adorned, I slipped my dress back over the top. "Let's get you a lift home," he said. He put a robe on and opened the bungalow door. I heard him talking to someone and saying that he wanted his guest taking back to her suite. He came back in. "Do you have everything?" He asked. I tapped my bag and nodded and gave him a peck on the lips and a kiss on the cheek. "Good night Francoise" I said and went and got into the buggy by the door. "Good night Pati from England" I heard him say as the buggy drove off. The driver dropped my off at my suite and I showered, inside and out, I wanted to make sure that nothing remained. I hated the smell of semen when it wasn't fresh, and dripping out of me would be just the worst thing, I hated it. I decided that I would just lay on the bed for a little while, have an early breakfast, and then go and lay on my terrace. I slipped my sundress back on and lay on the bed, yawned and went out like a light, no dreams, nothing, just absolutely spark out. I didn't really hear anything, I just suddenly realises that I was awake and there was a hand over my mouth. "Make no sound bitch" a voice hissed in my ear. My eyes were taped closed, and then what felt like glasses put over my eyes. "Get up bitch. Walk with us, make any stupid sounds and I will cut you." I had no idea where I was going, could not see anything and was pulled to the door and then sat in what felt like, and sounded like, a golf buggy. I assumed the glasses on my head looked like sunglasses. I would look totally normal, I just couldn't see anything. I did not dare say anything, I did not want to be killed or maimed. The buggy drove, I had no idea where, being blinded, or at least the temporary equivalent of, was disorientating and I had no idea where I was going. The buggy came to a halt and I was hauled out of the buggy. I heard a car door open, and I was pushed into what felt like the back seat of a tall 4 wheel drive, a Toyota perhaps. A seatbelt was clipped over me and a different voice spoke. "You will sit very still. You will say nothing. You will not try to open your mouth or your eyes. If you open your bladder or your bowel I will make you clear up the mess with your tongue is that clear." I nodded my head, afraid even to acknowledge the instruction. The door slammed, making me jump, the driver's door opened, I heard someone get in, the door shut, and then the engine start. We moved backwards, and then forwards. I did my best to brace myself, but not knowing what to brace for until after it had happened, meant that I had more than one hard knock to my head from the side window glass. After one particularly painful bang the car came to a quick stop, I almost flew forward into the back of the seat infront of me. The door by me opened and jesus, I was slapped, it stung and I felt like teeth were loosened. "Keep your fucking head still you stupid bitch whore. If you arrive damaged I may as well fuck you and then kill you myself, because that is what they will do to me." Another slap on my face and this one dislodged the glasses. He didn't bother to pick them up, and I had no idea where they were, I just left them off. After another session of driving we slowed and pulled off the tarmac road onto sand. The driver stopped, and I guessed he was going to let the tyres down a little. The door by me opened after a few minutes. "You can take the strips of your eyes. You will need to see where we are going to hold on. Do not try to do anything, it would be stupid. You will get hurt. If you get hurt, I will die, so, believe me when I tell you I am motivated to get you there in one piece." I grabbed at the strip over my left eye and started to peel it. I just knew I would lose eyelashes. There was only one way, and that was to be quick. I jerked and pulled it off, and then did the same with my right eye. I opened and shut my eyes quickly, blinked a few times and then finally was able to open my eyes properly. A Toyota, as I had thought. There was a grab handle just above my head, I held onto it. The driver, looked at me, shut my door and got back in. He started up and we drove off. He drove quite quickly and as we drifted sideways down the dunes I felt my stomach lurch and get queasy. I had missed breakfast and together with the fear my stomach would have become very acidy. I managed to hold it in, I most certainly did not relish the thought of being forced to lick up my own vomit. He pulled over behind a sand dune and got out. He opened my door and unclipping my belt he pulled me out. "Well bitch, anything to say?" He asked as he pushed me to my knees. I had guessed what this was about and my fear had calmed. I knew what was expected. "How can I thank you for getting me here safely?" "Whore me bitch." "It will be my pleasure," I lied and in a shaky voice I continued. "May I just point out that the last time I was here I was told that if I were to thank a driver, then there must be no trace of that on me or in me. He said that he would not punish me, but the donor." Of course I made the last bit up. "You lie bitch, you whore, a whore gets used, he knows that." "You are mistaken." I was a bit worried to be honest, "I am not here as his whore, but as his courier." I did not want this guy to abuse me and then dump me at the Arab's tent, I don't know what the reaction would be, but he had instructed me and I did not expect his reaction to be good if I did not follow instructions. "Use your mouth bitch, and make sure you swallow any evidence. One slip and you will die with your throat slit like a goats. You are in the middle of my desert, you do not know where you are, you do not even know what emirate you are in. Do not do anything foolish" I had hoped to get away with just a hand job, it was not to be. I knelt before him and undid his trousers. What was it with these guys and their lack of underwear? At least he had confirmed my expectations by not denying them, if you see what I mean. I fisted his cock a couple of times and then slipped my mouth around him. I was tempted, I had read of a trick that was taught to female soldiers in case they are caught. It is not, as might be thought, to bite the cock, no, that would just piss him off, not incapacitate him, but by blowing very hard into the cock it would inflate the bladder and cause the most excruciating agony. I just licked and sucked. He was right, even if I could manage to disable him and steal the car, I had no idea where I was. I licked and sucked. I took his whole length in, he was not especially long and his girth was not great, and I concentrated on giving him the best blow job he had ever had. I worked his balls with my hand and his cock with my mouth, and it was not long before I felt him begin to spasm and jerk. Two large ejaculations, I managed to swallow both and his cock softened very quickly. "Thank you" I said, "I hope that I managed to satisfy you." "Clean your hands in the sand cunt and get back in the car." This one really was a nasty piece of work. I was blindfolded again, this time by a cloth tied around my head, and was now relatively relaxed about the whole thing. I knew I was just going to see the Arab guy that was going to give me the dongle to carry back to England. I would get fucked and that would be that. The car moved off and we drove for a few minutes, mostly on the flat and then we pulled up. I was pulled from the car and walked across sand, I heard a rustle of fabrics, presumed I was being taken into a tent, felt the sand turn to rugs and then I was pushed to my knees. "Highness" I heard the driver say, and then there was silence. I thought it best to say and do nothing, I wasn't very good at protocol. A slap hit me hard on the face and sent me sprawling. I was pulled back to my knees and my sundress just pulled off me. I was naked, I had only slipped the dress on after my shower, I was only dozing and had used it more like a nightie. "Whore" followed by a slap from what felt like a belt across my breasts. I cried out at that, I could not keep quiet, it hurt. I didn't recognise the voice, this was not the voice of the last Arab that I had been summonsed to see. Another slap on my face and I fell on my back stunned. Jesus but these guys played hard. I was grabbed by my arm and dragged, me stumbling as best I could, and pushed down, I was laying over something, I didn't know what, it felt hard and rounded, a bit like a saddle. I was slapped very hard across my buttocks, the sting of it reverberating around my body, disorienting me. Once I had my senses back together I realised that my legs were tied, I couldn't move them, another resounding and very hard slap to my buttocks and my arms were tied. I was spread-eagled face down over something hard and ropes were tied around my knees before being slapped or strapped across my back. I couldn't tell if it was a strap or a hand, I just knew it hurt like mad. Whilst I was silently screaming at the pain of the slaps, my knees had been pulled forward, tighter to the barrel (or whatever) I was tied to. Mentally the image I had was of me tied in more of a kneeling 'doggy' position than simply spread-eagled. Another strap across my buttocks, God, I must be bright pink, and then a hand pawed at me, forcing me apart and pushing what felt like 2 fingers into my fanny. I was surprised at how easy they went in, I was obviously very wet, but I didn't feel aroused, I think the pain of the strap slaps took my mind off everything else. The fingers were withdrawn and then a cock pushed its way in. It was quite a large cock and it tested me for girth and I felt myself being stretched. 'Jesus' I thought, 'why the fuck doesn't anyone ask me these days?' I was pissed off, and was about to complain when my head was pulled up, the action forcing my mouth open, a cock pushed its way in. 'Bastard' I thought and was very tempted to give the bastard a real Blow Job, but decided I would rather not have my throat cut, so I just licked as best I could and sucked. I tried to take my mind of the abuse and tried to work out what I was laying on, and came to the conclusion that it was a camel saddle. Well it was either that or a dead camel, and I preferred to go with the thought of a camel saddle. So I was in the middle of the desert, in a tent and I was being double ended by a couple of Arabs whilst strapped to a saddle. God the standard of accommodation and entertainment in these cheap holidays was really plummeting. I tried to make light of the situation, after all, it could have been worse, the bloke at the front could have fucking my dying body through a newly cut hole in my throat, and the bloke at the back could have been a camel. I was wet, but not aroused. I could not enjoy this attack on my body. I wasn't making sex sounds as I sucked or was fucked, I just became a tool for their lust. The cock in my fanny stopped and pulled out and then pressed at my anus. He pressed and pressed and pushed, and my arse was reluctant to let the invasion happen, but perseverance won over stubborn resistance, my arse conceded, and with the most excruciating pain the cock forced its way in, and once in the guy did not stop. He did not give my body chance to acclimatise, he just fucked, and fucked hard, my arse stretched almost to tearing point, his body slamming against my raw buttocks as he fucked into me. I felt his ejaculation, but only dimly as a slight cooling of the searing pain and a squishyness inside me. He slowed but did not withdraw, my sphincter pressing hard at his cock trying to expel him, but he held firm. I realised that the cock in my mouth was changing its tempo and guessed he was about to finish, and then the first ejaculation hit me as his cock was at the back of my throat, sticky and gooey, it coated me, some spraying up my nostrils the rest down my throat. The second ejaculation was as his cock was almost out, and he sprayed my tongue and mouth, pushing it down my throat as he thrust himself back in to my mouth. Two further squirts followed until he was spent, he stayed in my mouth pushing himself against me, only his cock softening allowing me to breath. It must have been five or more minutes that no one moved and then I felt arse man getting harder again. He had never really gone soft, but the cock was firming and stretching my cock once more. He started to fuck, driving hard into my arse, and this time it did not hurt so much. I can't say that it was pleasant, it wasn't, but it was by no means painful. I had been trying to swallow and clear my mouth, it seems to have stimulated mouth man. He didn't start fucking me, but he did start getting harder and fatter, his cock swelling in my mouth, making my breathing difficult. I could not thrash my arms or shake my head, I could do nothing, but I knew I was slowly being asphyxiated, literally I was being fucked to death. I think my body started to spasm, I am not sure, but I know I began to black out, I think that I was slapped hard across the buttocks again, but the pain didn't really Georgeister. I must have blacked out, the next thing I remember is the shock as cold water was thrown on me and I was able to take a deep breath and I was choking and trying to gulp in as much air as I could. My arse and mouth were free, I was no longer being fucked. There was the angry sounds of Arabs talking and it was obviously an irate disagreement. Perhaps they went too far, perhaps nearly killing me was not part of the plan, I was just grateful to be breathing, and the longer they argued the longer I had to breath. I managed to get my breathing back to normal. I didn't have a gaping arse sensation, and presumed my sphincter had closed, the respite was very welcome. I began to take long deep breaths, trying to slow my pulse, to get everything back to normal when I was strapped across my buttocks, a hard sting slap that landed fractionally first on my right and as the sting was reverberating around me, the follow up landed on my left. I gasped and was panting when a second strap hit me, this one down my buttocks and cruelly and very painfully it landed across my fanny, stinging my fanny lips like a million nettles. At this point I began to cry, the pain was too much and I had no idea why I was being treated this way, I was a courier, nothing more and did not deserve the abuse. I felt a small sting in my back, a little like a bee sting and then the most excruciating pain took my breath away, took my ability to breath away and left me totally immobile. He had tazered me, and as I was restrained, my muscles were unable to go into spasm as the tazer demanded and it felt like I ripped every muscle in my body. The electric shock stopped and my body immediately slumped, the echoes of pain bouncing around my arms, legs and torso. Never again, never did I want to feel that pain. It was beyond agony and I knew that my bladder had emptied as the tazer had struck, my muscles completely beyond my control. They could say what they like, do what they like, I was defeated. I had been fucked half to death and then tazored back to life, there was no crueller torture to a woman. These people did not have the morals and values for life that I was used to.