A Shepherd Afield Pt. 04

"Good friends?"

"Mary worked with me for years. Kamal was originally a suiter of mine but he fancied Mary more. I wasn't interested in dating at the time and I was happy to see her find someone who truly cared for her. She's one of the good ones and as it turns out, so is he."

Before they left she went to a counter and picked up a ticket for a flight back to England the next day. Then they made their way to the taxis with their luggage and soon they were traveling down the highway between the brightly lit towers.

"This city is remarkable!" Ben said watching the scenery. There were cranes everywhere so building was going on throughout the city.

Nezha smiled at his enthusiasm.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the low rise apartment complex where her parents lived. Ben got Nezha to tell the driver to keep the meter running and wait for him.

They went to the front entrance and Nezha spoke with the concierge. Ben watched her become more and more upset. He didn't know what he could do to help.

A woman wearing a shawl over her blond hair entered the building with a tall, slim man in the traditional white gown. "Nezha!" the woman called out.

Nezha spun and looked at her friend. "Mary!"

The women embraced and held each other's arms as they drank in the other's current appearance.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked.

"He's telling me my parents are dead! That they've been dead for over a month!" Nezha exclaimed.

Ben looked at the man in surprise but he just shrugged.

"Oh! Where are my manners? Hello Kamal! Mary, Kamal, this is my friend Ben Shepherd. Actually I met him on the plane when he saved me from losing my eye to that awful man Jasim Nasar." At Mary's look of horror Nezha shook her head. "I'm sorry, I'm so shaken by the news I'm messing up the story and completely confusing you."

The awful man in question suddenly entered the lobby and began yelling something at Nezha. His voice choked off abruptly when he caught sight of Ben.

Nezha surged forward to scream in Arabic at Jasim causing the man to flinch back but Ben reached forward and got an arm around her waist to stop her.

"Remember, you have to go home to London," he said quietly to the irate woman. She was breathing hard and shaking but she got control and nodded stiffly.

"I think we'd better leave," Ben suggested to Mary who nodded. As a group they left the lobby to go outside.

Ben was relieved to see his taxi still there.

"Have you had supper, Mr. Shepherd?" Mary asked.

He blinked at the abrupt change in direction. "Uh... no."

"That won't do! Please join us for a late supper! We know a charming restaurant that serves the most delicious local food! It will give Nezha time to calm down." Mary insisted.

Ben realized he was pretty hungry and Julie said he could be out late. He smiled. "Alright. Let me just pay the driver and get the bags."

Kamal followed him and they shook hands in greeting as they walked.

Ben paid the bill and gave the man a generous tip for waiting. They carried all the bags back to Kamal's van and put them in the back. Mary and Nezha were already seated in the back so Ben got in the passenger seat next to Kamal and they were off.

The restaurant was only twenty minutes away and Mary was right, it was a very charming and small restaurant in their neighborhood. The temperature was really lovely so they opted to eat outside on the patio under the lanterns. Candles lit the tables and gave it a very intimate feel. Nezha looked like she was feeling better.

"So his whole story was lies. He told me they were alive and wanted to talk to me. They were both ill. Apparently that part was the truth. They died within days of each other. They probably did tell him I would be his bride but they never told me and the answer is no," she sighed.

Ben shook his head in amazement.

"So you really got a fork stuck in your back from that man?" Mary said and Kamal's eyes widened in shock.

Ben shrugged.

"You are so much bigger than him! You could easily have crushed him in retaliation! Yet you didn't?" Kamal exclaimed.

"Of course I could have and he knew that but what would that have proven? By not retaliating I got the same result. He sat in his seat and behaved himself for the rest of the flight," Ben explained.

"I don't think I could have resisted the need to fight back," the man admitted.

"Being poked with a fork is not high on my retaliation list I guess," Ben shrugged.

Nezha gently poked his bicep with her fork. He looked at her in surprise then grinned as the others laughed at her boldness.

"Have I heard your name somewhere?" Mary asked with a curious look.

He shrugged but Nezha grinned. "They made a fuss over him on the plane."

Ben just looked at her beseechingly so she stopped.

The waiter arrived and Kamal placed the order for the table. Nezha smiled happily at his choices.

Mary explained how she now worked in a hospital here in Dubai and Kamal was a pharmacist. They spoke of their life in the ever growing city and Ben was fascinated.

The food began arriving and Kamal took it upon himself to educate Ben on the delicacies of his home country. Ben was really enjoying himself and saw Nezha was as well.

Finally Ben had to say no more. He'd enjoyed too much good food and was feeling heavy and sleepy.

"Thank you so much for the hospitality! I must get back to the hotel so I can catch some sleep before my flight tomorrow. Can I get a cab from here?"

"We could drive you-" Kamal began.

"No, you have been too kind. Please continue enjoying your night. I just need to get my bags and point me to a cab and I'll be on my way," Ben insisted.

"Let me get you the cab," Kamal said as he got up to make the call.

"Thanks!"

As Kamal took care of that Ben looked over at Nezha. "Are you going to be ok?"

"Yes, thank you Ben! You have been wonderful! My flight home is tomorrow-" She paused to look at her watch. "...tonight. Enjoy the rest of your journey!"

Ben saw Kamal waving at him and nodded to the man. "It was very nice meeting you both. Thank you for a delightful evening!" Mary smiled at him and he could see she was still trying to place him. He sighed. "The Bronze Man."

Mary's face froze in shock and her mouth dropped open as her eyes flew wide. With a final smile at Nezha who was completely loving her friend's reaction Ben left the table and joined Kamal who helped him transfer his bags to the waiting taxi. He shook the man's hand and thanked him again before getting into the cab.

He gave the driver the destination and off they went.

Ben smiled to himself as he thought of the wonderful evening he'd had. They really were lovely people and the food had been so good but he was so tired.

When the taxi stopped Ben woke and looked around. They were in front of the hotel. He paid the driver, got his bags, and walked into the lobby up to the reception desk.

"Hi, I'm Ben Shepherd."

A slim man with a trimmed beard rushed over with a smile. "Ah, Mr. Shepherd! Truly an honor to have you in our hotel!"

Ben was still a little groggy from the sleep in the taxi. He smiled and nodded. "Thank you. I understand there is a key for me?"

"Yes sir!" the man said and rushed away to get it for Ben. He returned promptly. "Room 305. Enjoy your stay. Do you need help with your bags?" he said with a smile.

"No, I'm good. Thanks."

Ben took the elevator to the third floor and found the door. He quietly stepped inside and saw a table lamp had been left on in the room and the sofa bed was prepared for him. The bedroom door was closed so he sighed in relief.

He quickly used the bathroom and got ready for bed. He undressed and left his boxers on. Exhausted he slipped under the covers and turned out the light. Sighing contentedly he quickly faded.

He was on the island of Hawaii in his beautiful ocean side suite. He was resting in bed with his beautiful wife Wendy but she was sitting on the edge looking back at him with a sad look on her face. He felt Tina's body squeezed up against his, her hand gently stroking his cock, bringing it to life.

Wendy stood and walked to the window to look out at the waves. Ben wanted to say something to her but he didn't seem to have any words. The sensations Tina was sending through his body were so good. He couldn't deny them. He wanted more.

Wendy looked back and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Ben felt Tina's lips kissing their way up the shaft of his cock and he moaned. Wendy turned away and began to fade as dark grey clouds started to collect out the window. Ben was confused but Tina was driving him mad with lust. She slid her light body over his and ran her pussy up and down his shaft and he felt himself get harder still. The pressure eased then she was pressing her wet opening down on the head of his cock.

It felt so good but he knew she had to take it slow. He glanced over to the window and the clouds were ominous. A major storm was coming. Maybe even a typhoon!

His cock slowly slid deep into Tina and he was worried about the baby. She shouldn't go so deep! Her body was resting against his and he noted her stomach was flat. Had she already had the baby? Her moans...something off.

Lightning flashed outside the window and Ben heard the rumble of thunder. He looked over to the window and the storm had Wendy's eyes and they were filled with anger.

He gasped and awoke to the sensation of his cock being squeezed over its entire length. It felt so good but he shouldn't be feeling this!

"WHAT THE FUCK!" he growled.

"Shhh Ben! Please!" a woman's voice gasped.

He froze. "Julie? What are you doing in Rich's room?"

"This is my room. Fuck you're big!" she moaned as she rocked her hips to make herself more comfortable with him deep inside her.

"Get off of me!" he insisted.

"Please Ben! Don't stop this! It feels incredible!"

"I didn't say I'd have sex with you! Get off now!" he said moving his hands to lift her free of his body.

She began to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I'm such a slut!" Sobs wracked her body as she pressed her face to his chest.

Ben froze again. Then he lifted her off of his cock and gently laid her on the bed next to him as she cried. His erection had already begun to diminish. He pulled the sheet over their bodies and turned the light on.

"Stop crying. Explain to me what's going on." Ben said gently.

Her tears gradually tapered off and she took some deep shuddering breaths to get control once again. Ben glanced at the clock and saw it was 3:15AM.

"God, I'm so embarrassed! I'm so sorry!" she moaned.

"You told me Rich was going to let me sleep in his room," Ben prompted to get her started on her explanation.

She looked up and saw he was waiting. Her need for him suddenly swelled up, rocking her stability and she gasped in another deep breath to stem the tears. "I- I convinced Rich to switch his suite for my room."

"He did this out of the goodness of his heart?" Ben asked doubtfully.

Big blue eyes looked up at him as her bottom lip trembled. "No," she whispered. He waited. "I gave him oral sex... and promised to do it again tomorrow."

Ben raised an eyebrow at her. "You did that so you could get into my bed and have sex with me?"

She nodded jerkily.

"Isn't he married?" he asked.

"He cheats. A lot."

"I'm a complete stranger. You don't know if I'm dangerous or not. Why did you think having sex with me would be a good idea?" he asked.

She was twisting the sheets between her hands. "I- I can't help it. It's a compulsion. My shrink says I'm a sex addict."

Ben looked at her in concern. "You've done this before."

She nodded.

"And you're seeing a doctor about it?"

She nodded again.

"How often are your sessions?" he asked.

"Twice a month. When I fly home."

"And between these sessions you fuck strangers."

"Co-workers too!" she insisted as if that made it better.

Ben considered the woman's occupation. Long hours in the air, interacting with strangers, layovers, and horny work mates. "Your co-workers know about your addiction? Have any tried to help?"

She looked gloomily at him. "Who'd want to break the bicycle?"

It was Ben's turn to look confused. "Bicycle?"

"It's what they call me. It means someone who's ready to be ridden whenever, wherever, and by whomever." She looked sad.

He looked at her in shock. Then he took her shoulders in his hands.

"You are NOT a bicycle! You are a beautiful woman who needs to learn to love and respect herself!" he insisted.

"But I love sex!" she gasped, her eyes getting a little glassy feeling his hands on her body as she looked at the scars on his bare chest.

"You don't have to give up sex! Just choose your partners more carefully and have sex at appropriate times in safe locations. Preferably choose single people."

"Are you married?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"No, but I'm engaged to be... I'm actually in a...number of relationships." He closed his eyes and shook his head to start again. "Listen, my suitability isn't the point. You should find someone who legitimately cares about you! Who thinks about your feelings! Don't settle for someone who just wants to use your body like a sex toy, to stick his dick in you and get off."

She moaned and rubbed against him.

"Julie!" he barked in frustration.

"I'm sorry! You're making me so horny!"

"Wha- how... Damn it! What did I just say?" he exclaimed.

"You said I should have sex at an appropriate time in a safe place with someone who cared about me as a person not a fuck toy to stuff full of cock until I cum!" She was beginning to pant.

Ben's cock jumped and swelled at her words and the pressure she was applying with her body. She felt that and whined. He'd heard what she'd said though. Those were his words... mostly.

"Julie. You need to heed your doctor's advice not your co-workers."

"I know! I'm trying! But I just get so sexually frustrated, I need it! I have to! I'll fuck the first person to look at me invitingly," she moaned rubbing against his leg.

"Can't you... take care of it yourself?"

"That doesn't work anymore," she whined.

"So... if I send you away-"

"The lounge downstairs always has someone in it, even if it's the staff," she finished, looking at him pleadingly.

Ben was stuck in a moral dilemma. He could see she was prepared to hunt for relief and Dubai wasn't the city for that kind of behavior. She'd get arrested... or worse. He scowled. God damn it! Maybe he could just get her off and she'd calm down?

Ben tugged the sheet from their bodies and Julie cried out with joy. When he pushed her legs back to her chest she trembled violently. He looked up at her face but she was just going through some kind of heightened state of sexual anticipation. Ben didn't bother with the tease as she was too far gone. He just wanted to get this done quickly but he didn't want to hurt her. He moved directly to her dripping pussy and fastened his mouth on it. Her trembling intensified and he fucked her with his tongue, sucking on her lips and clit. Soon her body was arching between her head and Ben's mouth as she clung to the sheets. He felt the telltale internal pulsing indicating she was going through a huge orgasm. He relaxed as this meant he was done.

He looked up at her and she was looking back down at him with a look of fierce concentration on her face.

"Fuck me Ben! Oh god! Fuck me with that big cock!"

Ben's face froze in surprise. Didn't she just come? Shouldn't she be too sensitive?

His cock was ready to play so he moved up the bed and rested it against her wet, reddened lips.

"OH FUCK! You're so hot! Put it in Ben! Fill me with your cock!" she whined.

He was stunned at what was coming out of her mouth. She looked like a little blond pixie but she had the tongue of a sailor. Still, his cock throbbed in anticipation so he pulled back and forced the head inside.

Her jaw dropped and her trembling came back. He pushed in about three inches until her body's shaking began to concern him. She was so hot and tight. He stopped and pulled out to the head.

"NO! FUCK ME!" she screamed.

Ben tossed a pillow at her face and scowled as she came back to her senses. She held the pillow over her own mouth.

"Let's not wake the neighborhood, alright?" he hissed, frustrated by the whole experience. She nodded at him with wide eyes, worried he'd stop but her eyes just rolled back as he thrust his hips forward burying half of his cock into the petite woman. She moaned loudly but it was mostly muffled by her biting the pillow.

Her heels were pulling on his ass so he pulled out and drove forward again managing to sink even deeper into her hot depths.

"MMMMMFFFFFFFF!!!!" she screamed into the pillow and bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Ben was having difficulty keeping up with her gyrations and preventing himself from driving too deep. He felt himself get close to bottoming out and didn't want to drive himself into her cervix. She wasn't making his efforts easy as she tugged with her heels on his ass and lifted her pelvis to meet his downward thrusts.

"FuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckmeFuckme," she chanted rapidly as he began to piston in and out of her drooling pussy. He couldn't get over how wet she was! He glanced down between them to make sure she wasn't bleeding but it was just her juices.

Then he saw her pinching and twisting her nipples painfully. He glanced up at her face in shock when he saw how raw they looked.

"I'm close, Ben. Oh my fucking god I'm so fucking close! Keep doing that! Yes! Fuckme! FUCKME! Fuck!" she whined as their bodies slapped together rapidly.

Her legs spasmed and Ben accidentally dropped too low, his cock hitting bottom as his pelvis slapped her clit hard.

Ben's cock was suddenly clamped in a vice as Julie bore down on it all along its length as her body spasmed and shook from the intensity of her orgasm.

His release was suddenly pushed back by the tight grip she had on his cock. Ben held still and waited for her to return from her ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly closed, her fair brows were drawn down, and her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. She went through three major jolts and the third was so violent Ben's cock was pulled free. She trembled and moaned as she slowly came around. She struggled to focus but eventually looked down at Ben's throbbing erection. She smiled.

"Thank god you're still hard!" she thrilled.

"What?" Ben stared at her in surprise.

She proceeded to roll over onto her stomach and spread her legs. As he watched she reached back and sunk two fingers into her wet and raw pussy. She gasped and arched her head up from the mattress. When she pulled her dripping fingers out she immediately sank one then the other into her ass. "Yes! Ben, fuck my pretty little asshole! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!" she chanted each time she shoved her fingers deep into the orifice getting it wet with her juices.

He was done being surprised by this woman and he needed relief. The gentle approach was obviously not working and he didn't want to be up all night doing this. He moved his large body over her petite frame and she lined up his slick cock with her puckering rosebud. When he pressed forward she dropped her face to the pillow and howled as he forced her open wider and wider. He reversed and pushed forward again and again, moving deeper in tiny increments until most of his cock was filling her up. She tried to lift her hips to meet him but her muscle control was gone.

Then he rested his body on top of hers, pinning her to the mattress, sinking his cock all the way inside her ass.

"Oh... oh goddd... ffffffuuuuuccckk... Buh!" she struggled to speak as the enormous intruder was opening her up so wide.

"Do you like my fat cock in your tight little ass?" Ben rumbled into her ear and she trembled and nodded as she'd lost the ability to talk.