Chaos in the Middle East

Opening the rusty garden gate, a dark handsome man confidently strode up my garden path. "Good morning ,Valarie... Not many people make me travel half the world to talk sex."

"Sorry... I thought it was a set up."

"Don't worry."

I let Mr Spank walk past me in his crisp white suit. His polish shoes reflected the yellow light from the ceiling lamp. "How do I greet you..? You're some kind of royalty, right?"

"Forget about that. It was a mistake from one of my team... Let's just say he won't be making an error like that again... or rather, he can't."

Fuck, I needed to know who I am dealing with. "Mr Spank, or just... Spank."

"You can simply refer to me as Spank, the Mr, is up to you."

I watched as Mohammad laid a white cloth on the armchair as Spank sat, before then leaving the room. My nerves jittered as I slowly sat on the couch facing him. "Well, welcome to my house. I would have cleaned if I knew you were coming."

"I grew up thinking the English lived in castles and palaces."

"Sorry."

"My pet hamster has a bigger cage."

"Steady on."

"Let me rescue you from this humble life."

"I'm quite happy in London, thank you very much." I watched as Spank opened his hands in apology.

"Valarie, please. I mean not to take you away from your country, not permanently. I just want to give you the means to live a better life, wherever you choose to live."

"Look at you, why are you interested in me? I could be your mum."

"I fancy the older women."

"A lot of men do. But Arabic women... Persian or whatever, they're really bloody beautiful."

"Indeed they are some of the most beautiful women in the world. But to be frank, they're all prudes and during sex I find them rather... corpse like."

"So you came all the way here for a dirty bang?" I could see his dark eyes light up in an instant.

"Indeed I have."

"One last question, why me? How did you find me?"

"On the internet. I typed cheap dirty English women, and you came up."

It looks like my husband had created quite a name for me online. It seems as though he has inadvertently given me a bright future. "Oh... Ok."

"Enough talk. So, let's get to it.

"Right now?"

"Mohammad, has he given you the money?"

"Yes."

"Then, I'll take you for a trail run."

"Let me put my face on, then. Get in a sexy outfit for you." I stood from the couch. "I must look terrible."

"No time, I need to be in Dubai for lunch with the Sheik."

"At least let me get upstairs."

"If you want. But I want a girl who can think on her feet... in any situation."

It had been quite a while since I had sex outside the bedroom. The last time was with my husband on the back of one of his milk floats. "Living room sex it is, then."

"Give me the dirtiest night of my life, and I'll make you rich beyond your dreams."

I walked over and sat on his knee. Sliding my hand up his thigh, I grabbed his crotch. "You might be rich and powerful, but you can't handle me."

"Try me."

"I'm going to leave you in such a quivering mess, that you're not going to be able to catch that plane of yours." I felt him slide his hand up my nightgown, I did my best not to flinch as he placed a heavy hand on vagina. The smell of his rich and heavenly aftershave excited me. As did a brush of his manly stubble on my cheek.

"I'm willing to be late."

I could feel Spank harden in my hand as I continued to massage him through his chino slacks. I pulled down his zip and slid a hand inside his boxers. Pulling out his brown cock, I smiled at the first circumcised cock I have ever seen. I slid down from his lap and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward, I licked Spank's long shaft and felt him throb. I gazed at him as I wanked him hard. "So those Persian girls aren't slutty enough for you?"

"No."

"You came all the way here for a dirty white pussy?"

"I want you to be my dirty white bitch. On call, whenever and wherever I am in the world."

As I guided my lips over his dark purple bell-end, I glanced up and watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I heard the scrape of the leather as Spank dug his fingers into the armrests. "I'm sure we can come to agreement."

"Exclusive to me. I'll make you rich so you'll never have to work for anyone else."

Brushing my hair to one side, I lowered my open mouth over his solid cock. I breathed through my nose as I forced his knob further down my widening throat. Sucking cock wasn't my greatest pleasure in life. I think most women would agree that there is nothing tasty or exciting about having a salty dick forced down your throat. But men love it, and I suppose that's why we strive to derive what little pleasure we can from it. Sisterhood, what a selfless lot we are.

I choked, gagged and slurped away like a blocked plughole. As my head jerked back with his every thrust, it felt as though he was using his cock as a battering ram. Realising that receiving head from a whore was nothing new for Spank, I felt that I needed to add a little extra dirt to his night.

Remembering what joy I brought to Derek a few nights back, I decided to go the extra mile to make sure that I would win the contract with Spank. Lifting my head from his cock, I left a trail of saliva spilling from my mouth over my chest. "Let's get you out of those trousers."

"Sure."

Spank's long tanned legs were lightly forested with black hairs. He was a handsome man, and only God knows what he was doing here with me. The only reason I could fathom was that he had more money than sense. "Sit back on the chair and draw up your legs."

"As you wish."

Bowing down in front of Spank and gently weighed his love sacks with my tongue. I tasted the aroma of his sweaty balls. My hands grabbed his hairy cheeks and parted them just enough so I could see his tight anus winking at me.

Leaning forward, I poked my tongue into his manhole. He tasted wild, rather than vile. Pushing deeper with my long dexterous tongue, I felt his sphincter clamping down, almost biting me. Suddenly I felt Spank's hand push me closer, almost suffocating me against his arse and sacks.

"Deeper."

I burrowed deeper, as far as my tongue could reach. My muscles felt weak and overstretched. He held me close while the musty taste grew wilder and stronger.

So I felt more than a little glad when Spank released me and pushed me backwards on to the wooden floorboards. He dived on top, almost hitting the floor the same time as me.

Within an instant he pushed my cotton panties to one side and slid his cock into me. I slipped a cry through gritted teeth as I felt a little dry as he forced his way inside. But within a few strokes I felt my inner juice beginning to flow like a tap. I could see the tension in Spank's face. This wasn't love. I was play. But I didn't care as long as I was rewarded with cold hard cash.

I felt that I was becoming a pro and could feel by his deepening thrusts that he was racing to a climax. With my legs spread and facing skywards I grabbed his tanned arse with my hands and sunk my nails into his hairy cheeks.

Suddenly he froze and I felt my insides flooding. "Shit no condom!" I could see the release of stress on his glistening face as he emptied his juices into my guts.

"Don't worry I'm clean. You're on the pill, right?"

"Of course."

"Are you... you know..? Clean?"

"Yeah, but isn't that something you should have asked first?" I smiled as he pecked me on the cheek.

"Yes. But even if you said no, I'ld have probably still jumped on you."

I blushed and felt like a flattered schoolgirl. "Thanks."

I dabbed my pussy with a tissue as I felt Spanks cum slipping out of me. He wasted no time in getting ready. Sounding like the insecure girl I was, I sheepishly asked, "When will I be seeing you again?"

"When I'm ready, Mohammad will be in touch."

"If you want me to be exclusive to you, then you need to give me a thousand pounds a week."

"No problem. We'll be meeting at least a few times a month. All I ask is that when I call, you drop everything and come straight to me... you have no children right? "

"No."

"Then you have no excuse for not turning up." Spank laced his shoes. "All your travel tickets will be sorted and sent to you online."

"Is there nothing you want me to sign?"

"Mo, bring the contract."

Mohammad opened the door. I could see his stiff cock in his trousers. He handed me a clipboard and pen.

I was never good at filling out forms. I could see the frustration on their faces as I deliberated on the details.

"We have to go. When I call, make sure you bring the forms with you."

"OK."

"See you soon."

3

A familiar jingle rang in my ears as I opened the door. The chitter chatter of my favourite hairdressing salon remained the same as always. Whether it's gossip about untrustworthy neighbours, or discussing our favourite TV shows, there was always something to talk about. However as soon as I stepped in, the focus of the conversation changed.

"Oh Valarie, you look gorgeous in that dress. Who is the lucky man?"

"Men, Jessica, Not man."

"Oh you dirty slut... I'm so jealous. Go on, spill the details, black, white or brown? And I'm not talking about hair colour."

I laughed, as that was the common banter between me and the girls. We were all married women... well I used to be. But while we were here, together, we acted like the naughty school girls we wished we were.

Barbra, my hairdresser, worked her way through my hair. Flicking through the pages of a glamour magazine, my eyes fixated on a page of lavish jewellery. I sighed as I longed for the finances to treat myself to a new necklace or a pair of diamond earrings. Then I suddenly snapped the magazine shut. "Won't be long before I can."

"Won the lottery or something? What's the secret, Love?"

"Nothing."

Sitting with a head full of curlers my phone rang. "Hello."

"Valarie, It's Mohammad."

"Shit."

"Not a good time?"

I felt my heart race. "Just having my hair done."

"Can you get to Heathrow airport for seven tonight?"

"That's three hours away."

"Is that a problem? There is a plane at eight thirty, but seven is ideal for Spank."

"No... I'll be there."

"Good. All your travel documents are in your email to print off."

I suddenly felt excited. "Where am I flying too?"

"Kuwait."

"Fuck me sideways."

"He might do. Anything is possible."

"Bye." I placed the phone back into my handbag. Glancing into the mirror I saw the surprise on Barbra's face. "What?"

"Since when did you go flying on the spare of the moment?"

"I've become an air hostess."

"Fuck Off."

I shrugged at seeing Barbra's disbelief. "I am an air hostess... A budget airline of course."

"Well done you... Joined the mile high club yet?"

I smiled in the mirror. "How do you think I got the job?"

"Can you get me onboard?"

"I'll put in a word."

The terminal was awash to the sound of foreign tongues. I dodged baggage trolley after baggage trolley as I worked my way to my designated gate. I expected some kind of passenger plane. But to my astonishment I found myself being led down a metal staircase and onto the cold asphalt. The engines of the planes thundered into the night air. Huge yellow flood lights lit the evening taxi way. I followed the florescent bib of an airport official towards what looked like a private Jet.

I climbed aboard where I was greeted by a handsome air steward. Sitting down in my huge seat, I could not believe the luxury of the billionaire's world, yet I was now a part of it.

It's hard to get jet lag when you stretch your legs while eating distinctly none airline food. I even had my own private cabin complete with silk sheets and a free massage. Oh, and the bathroom was bigger than my living room back home. Life seemed good... in fact, too good.

The plane landed with a gently thud. On stepping out under a baby blue sky and fine desert mist, I felt as though someone was pointing a hairdryer in my face. The air was dry and the sun roasted the skin on my face. I crossed the baked asphalt from the plane to the waiting black limo.

I smiled as I spotted Mohammad. "Hi, Mo."

"Good day Madam."

"Gosh, it's hot."

"Always is." Mohammad opened the door and I stooped inside. Before I sat, I picked up a white envelope addressed to me.

Dear Valerie

Tonight we will role play, things will get a little bizarre and maybe a tad frightening. You are guaranteed your $1000, but you will have the chance to double your money, should you endure the full night.

The only thing you have to remember is, that the codeword for things to stop is CHERRY TREE.

Nothing shocks me, not even a night of bizarre sex, shit, a bit of anal never killed anyone. Not anyone I know anyway.

I sipped champagne in my crystal glass as the limo passed through the tall glitzy skyscrapers of uptown Kuwait.

The sun bled into the horizon as the sky darkened. The journey drew on. A horizon of sky scrapers had long given way to a modest downtown, that resembled little more than sad concrete boxes. Suddenly the limo screeched to a stop. Staring out of the window, I saw that we were boxed in by four blacked out currier vans. "Fuck me."

Machine gun touting men jumped from the vans and dragged Mohammad, kicking and screaming from his seat. I screamed as my window was smashed by the butt of a submachine gun, and a gloved hand reached inside and opened my door. If this was part of the role play, it was a little bit more than fucking convincing. The gunmen wore no insignia and remained silent as he pulled me out of the car by my arm. I threw my hands above my head. "I'm English, I'm English, I have my passport to prove that I'm English."

"We have no need for that, lady."

"You're American?"

Another masked guy cuffed my hands with a plastic ring tie. I screamed as a bag was placed over my head. Panicking in the darkness, I was led blindly before being thrown into the back of what I thought was a van. "Bananna bush, Mango tree... fucking strawberry bush."

"What are you on about, lady?"

"The codeword, God damn it!"

A heavy boot stood on my back as I lay face down on the cold aluminium. I sobbed inside the darkness as I felt the van drive through the unknown streets. One last cry passed my lips. "Kate Bush."

The van came to a stop, and the engine cut out. I was lifted out of the parked van like a sack. By the echoes of the footsteps I guessed I was inside a large room, before being carelessly dropped on the cool concrete. "What do you want from me?"

I felt my arms being strung up by cold chains then lifted above my head. The pain caused me to scream as I was pulled to my feet. I then heard a voice spoken from some kind of loudspeaker.

"What do you know about Abbas Akbari?"

"Who is he?"

"Don't fuck with us, lady? We can get real mean."

"I was on my way to see a man called Spank."

"Spank..? Expand."

"He pays me for..." Despite my fear and confusion, I still managed feel embarrassed. "... He pays me for sex."

"What's his real name?"

"I don't know, He's some kind of Royalty, I think." I felt a hand travel up the back of my thigh. Whoever it was had a delicate touch and brushed their long nails across my skin.

"I don't think you're telling the truth."

"I am... I know nothing else. I'm just a naive escort"

"You're too old to be naive. And far too old to be an escort. Women like you are nothing but low life prostitutes."

"I know it sounds crazy, but he seems to really like me." I winced as I felt my knickers being pulled down my legs. . My ears picked up the tearing of cloth as my dress was cut free from my body.

"I think you know Akbari. In fact, I think you're one of his drug mules."

"A what?" I then felt a stinging whip across my naked cheeks as the voice continued to shout.

"Tell me where he is."

"I don't know what you're on about."

"Don't lie to me."

Another whip sliced across my raw arse, sending me off my feet. Flailing about in the chains that bounded my wrists, my arms felt as though they were being pulled from their joints. I felt the cane under my chin as it forced me to stand.

"You know where he is... and you're going to tell me where to find him."

"Ask Mohammad."

"He's gone."

"Escaped... and the bastard left me here?"

"Unfortunately for him he didn't make it. He merely took his secrets with him to his early grave."

"Fuck." I stood on my toes as I felt the wooden cane in between my legs. It pushed against my pussy before lightly tapping against my nether lips.

"We're going to be a little more careful with you."

"Honestly, I know nothing about Akbari, or drugs. The only high I get is from stuffing myself full of black chocolate and strong coffee." I yelled as the cane struck against my pussy, sending a burning pain shooting trough my abdomen.

"You're lying. Check the slut's holes for drugs, girls."

The sound of trolley wheels came from behind me. With my arms still in chains and a bag still over my head, I felt my kidnappers lift me up. I heard the sound of something being rolled under me, before feeling them rest me down on top of what felt like a cold surgical table. My legs were spread and my ankles then locked into icy metal stirrups.

Finally the bag was pulled from my head and finally I could see. It appeared that I was in an abandoned redbrick granary warehouse. The huge space was dark with the only light coming from old broken windows near the rafters. Two attractive women, one auburn and the other blonde, were both dressed in tight fitting military uniforms. I felt uneasy as they gazed down on me with sultry eyes. The blonde snapped her heels on the ground and marched away.

The tall auburn stepped in between my legs. Under my breath I pleaded, "Are you working for Spank?" The bitch ignored me. I winced as she inserted a finger into my tender pussy. It wasn't sexual, it was surgical. The rhythmic thrusts of her finger caused me to tense up as she battered my clit.

Wearing a menacing grin she pulled out her finger and licked it free from my juicers. Crouching between my legs, she inserted her two forefingers and parted my pussy lips. My skin crawled as I felt her breath as she inhaled my nether scent.

I closed my eyes as I felt her probe me with her snaking tongue. My groans demonstrated that, no matter how shit the situation is, oral sex can send you to a sensual paradise.

"No drugs here, Sir."

The speakers blurred static feedback, "Search deeper."

"Private Blonde, bring me my tools."

I turned my head and watched the blonde return, pushing a small wheeled table. Leaving the table at our side, she saluted her superior and marched away. The auburn haired woman scratched her chin as she seemingly slipped into thought. Walking to the small steel table, my tormentor picked up a pair of metal forceps. Her heels clipped the concrete as she walked back down to my feet. Bending her knees she pushed it inside me. The cold steel chilled me to the bone. I cried out in pain as the deranged gynaecologist opened me up.

Taking out a pocket torch, I watched as he stared deep inside of me. Pushing her fingers deeper than I wish to think. She shook her head furiously, then collapsed the forceps. "The bitch's vagina is definitely clean, Sir."

"The dirty slut must have shoved it up her ass... clean her out."

Her wicked smile scared the shit out of me, as she placed her surgical gloves on her hands. She then dipped her fingers in a tub of lube. Gritting my teeth I felt her unforgiving finger as she thoughtlessly pushed her way through the defences of my clenching anus.