Chaos in the Middle East

"I'm knuckle deep, but can't feel anything, Sir,"

"Open her up."

The chains rattled and the stirrups creaked as I struggled to break free. I felt in fear of my life as things seemed to be getting way out of hand. But it was useless, I was trapped. Turning my head, I couldn't watch as I felt a second finger push its way inside. I cringed as the bitch corkscrewed her fingers as she stretched me until I was loose.

"Enema."

Through tear strewn eyes, I watched the blonde wheel an IV drip stand across the room. On reaching my table the blonde stooped down onto my right tit and gave my nipple a lick with her raspberry tongue. I clenched as she sucked like vampire. The bitch wanted to milk me dry. She went from my right to my left nipple, and back again. All the time suckling like a newborn calf.

The blonde, seemingly satisfied, stood up and smiled with a glistening wet chin. She then slapped both of my tits with a backhanded stroke. I withered in agony while she strutted away.

I hadn't a minute to regain my composure before I felt my anus being plugged by the enema tube. The auburn woman turned a valve on the hanging milk carton. I then saw the milk run from the hanging carton through the see-through tube and enter my bottom.

The milk felt cold and intrusive. My discomfort grew as my innards swelled. I felt as though I was a balloon about to burst. An intense fear ripped me and glanced down at my overly distended stomach. I looked pregnant. In fact felt pregnant... mixed with the desire let rip.

Every now and then she gently brushed my belly with her hand, as if she was a midwife taking care of my unborn baby. The situation was so surreal I felt I was locked in a pervert's sordid nightmare.

As the pressure mounted I suddenly felt an impending crisis. "I feel like I need the toilet."

"Private Blonde."

The blonde returned and strutted across the concrete. She ripped off her top, exposing her huge tits that bounced with exuberant youth. As she knelt in between my legs, I shook my head as she pulled the tube from my anus. "No, don't!" But there was nothing that I could do. My arse blasted her face with the milky liquid. She opened her mouth and let it flood with my warmed up milk. White rivers streamed down her fulsome tits, before dripping like tears.

Resembling a wet and sexy Casper, she licked her lips clean. Before standing and nonchalantly strutting away. She only stopped to give the auburn woman a tongue filled milky kiss.

My ordeal wasn't over yet. The auburn woman returned. She was skirtless, with her long legs on show. But despite having a model like figure, it was the huge black cock that was strapped to her waist that caught my attention.

"You're going to cum, even if you don't want to."

Things had become so sordid and depraved. I had come to the conclusion that it wasn't a real kidnapping. It had to be the work of Spank's unhinged mind. I could sense that two thousand dollars was almost mine.

I stared her down as she pushed the rubber cock inside me. The chains rattled away she fucked me hard. My pussy was already tired and stretched, so offered no resistance. Her hands gripped the sides of the stainless steel table as she hammered away at me like a Viagra charged porn stud.

Within a few minutes my clitoris felt as though it had been rubbed away to dust.

Then after what felt like an age of bone crunching fucking... my body succumbed to her demands as I quaked to one exhausting orgasm. I cried out through my dried out lungs while my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I struggled to catch my breath. But once again I was screaming in agony as she forced her way into my already throbbing anus. Thankfully she pulled out the rubber cock after just a quick thrust. She detached it from her harness and passed it over my lips.

"Lick your juices, Whore."

I stretched out my tongue and tasted my milk tainted juices. I spat on the floor and was glad to hear a familiar voice.

"That's a wrap people."

My body felt broken as I lay on the table. I felt the girls untie me from my restraints sending my aching limbs flopping like fillets of meat. Utterly exhausted I couldn't even open my eyes. I heard the steps of flat shoes on the concrete which I guess must have been those of Spank.

"Well done, you're a star in the making."

"Thanks."

"These two girls are on loan from a Berlin pornography company. Needless to say they specialise in bondage."

I couldn't move a millimetre and lay on the table like a corpse. "They're delightful."

"Well get up. You have a five star hotel to enjoy before your flight back in the morning."

"The money?"

Spank took my hand and helped me sit up. "Mohammad has processed your forms and credited your account."

"He's not dead then?"

"Of course not."

"Oh, one last thing, the yanks that trashed the car?"

"They're my personal bodyguards. By yank, I think you mean Big Mick. He's an ex Green Beret."

Dress in a saturn nightgown, I slowly walked at Spank's side. My bones ached and all I wanted was a hot bath. I glanced down and saw the telltale signs of wanking. "You left some on the front of your trousers."

"Damn."

"You paid for me to come all the way here, just so you can have a wank... Bit extravagant?"

"You complaining?"

"No."

Spank snapped. "Then be quiet then."

"Sorry."

"Got it on film too... It will go in my Spank Bank."

4

The splendid bathroom was candlelit, while I relaxed in a hot bath that outsized an average swimming pool. In fact, if this was the UK, the bathroom could be easily sectioned off into six rooms and sold as a good sized bungalow.

As I lay on the cusp of sleep, the hot water soothed my aching holes. I dreamt about how I was going to spend my hard earned money. Paradise.

The mobile began to vibrate. "Fuck off."

Climbing to my knees I knelt in the bathtub. Leaning out of the bath my dripping fingers just stretched enough to pull the phone towards me. Phone in hand, I slipped back down into the steaming tub and answered the called. "Valerie here."

"It's me, Spank."

"I thought Mohammad did all your phoning?"

"I gave him the evening off. I think Mo has gone out with the two girls... Can only imagine what sort of sordid acts they're doing to him."

The burning sensation within my hymeneal ring gave me no choice but to be honest. "Talking about having a night off. My holes are wrecked, I couldn't possibly..."

"I understand. I just wanted to talk to you."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"What about?"

"Anything."

I was never really good at thinking on my feet. "Oh, well... I."

"Tell me about you. I'm interested in getting to know you more."

"I... Well, there isn't much to say. I left school at sixteen, married at twenty one, divorced when I was thirty seven."

"I thought you were thirty two?"

I cringed and felt myself burn up. "I told a little porky."

"My mother always told me that I could never trust a white woman."

"That's not very nice."

"How can we have a relationship if you lie to me?"

I felt surprised by Spank's reaction. He genuinely appeared hurt by my deceit. Feeling bad, I did my best to explain. "I did it to attract clients. Not many men would want a forty year old hooker. Not when I'm competing with girls in their twenties."

"Nonsense, I would kill to have you... Well, have them summary executed. I really mean that too."

"That's... sweet."

"Can I come around?"

"Of course. Give me an hour to get ready"

"Right, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

I reluctantly climbed out of the bath and wrapped myself in a warm towel. As I gazed into the mirror and applied my makeup, I contemplated another fucking. But my body was tired and couldn't take another vigorous banging. But I really couldn't see Spank just coming for a cuddle and a chat.

Dressed in red silk slip, I walked into the stately bedroom just as I heard a knock on the door. I dimmed the lights and took the time to pose seductively on the bed. Not forgetting to let a strap slip down my shoulder so my right breast was on show. "It's open."

The door opened and Spank stood with a vast bouquet of red roses. "I hope you don't mind me coming to see you."

"Not at all"

"I managed to get rid of the wife."

Shocked, I pulled the strap up covering my breast. I actually felt rather heartbroken. "You're married?"

"Of course."

"Oh."

"What's the problem?"

"Nothing."

"I couldn't wait for her to leave, the woman bores me to death."

A smile crossed my face. "Does she?" I watched Spank prop the roses on an armchair before crossing the room to sit down at my side. His shoulders were broad and felt strong as I traced them with my hand. "Thanks for the flowers." His kiss on my cheek sent shivers throughout my body.

"She's not all bad, she takes good care of my children."

"You have children?"

"Four."

Spank was really pissing me off now. I hadn't felt so dejected since high school, when my science teacher dumped me for my best mate. "Great, Spank."

"You're angry?"

"You're a family man. What the hell are you doing here with me?"

"What do you mean? Every man in my position has a mistress... It's almost expected."

"But your wife, what if she finds out?"

"I'm sure she already knows."

His nonchalant shrug pissed me off even more. Now, I know I'm a whore and I shouldn't be surprised that I'm someone's bit on the side. But knowing that he had a family made me feel terrible. Don't get me wrong, I know I had an affair with my boss back at the leisure centre. But at least he had no children. I snapped, "Fuck off Spank."

"What's wrong, Valarie?"

"I'm not sure I can carry on with this, now."

"What if I was to tell you that I'm falling for you?"

I burst into laughter and jumped from the bed. "I said fuck off."

"No one talks to me like that."

I pointed to the door. "Well they should. You're a manipulative bastard."

"See, that's it. That's what I like about you. You're fearless."

"How can you even consider loving another woman when you're married with a family of your own..? Not to mention when I'm at the very least ten years older than you."

"I didn't marry for love."

"What the fuck for then?"

"Merely diplomacy to ease rising tensions between my kingdom and her's. If we didn't marry, thousands would have perished."

Fair to say I wasn't expecting that. His reply put me off balance and I felt confused. "Oh... not the usual answer to a question like that."

"We barely see each other."

"You don't sound too bothered."

"It's better like that. She busies herself with her ego enriching charities, while I busy myself chairing my companies and indulging in a hooker or two."

"Right." A little deflated, I felt back on to bed. I leant into Spank as he pulled me closer with his muscular arm." What did you really come for?"

"I wanted to spend time with you."

"Be honest."

"OK, Sex."

"Thought so."

"But I understand if you can't be penetrated. Allow me to kiss you better, let me give you..."

I hadn't given him time to finish his sentence as I hitched up my silk slip and laid back on the bed. "Eat your heart out, Love."

"You're wearing no knickers?"

"I think there is little point these days."

"My kind of woman."

Spank's fingers dug into my thighs as he climbed down in between my legs. I felt his breath as he licked the skin on my belly. As he kissed me tenderly, I massaged his scalp through his thick head of black hair. My breasts still felt sore and caused me to wince as his heavy hands kneaded my tits like lumps of bread dough. "Careful."

"Sorry, I get carried always with your voluptuous tits."

I drew my legs up and allowed Spank to hold them in place with his hands. He licked his way around my pussy without actually touching my outer lips. Every few seconds he would retract his tongue and land a sweet and soulful kiss on my pussy. As if I was made of glass, he was light with his touch and tender with his love. I could only sigh as his tongue barely brushed my labia.

"You smell so sweet, my love."

Although I was making out with a married man, my heart almost exploded at the mention of love. I smiled as my hands stroked down from his temple to his cheeks. "Thank you." My eyes closed over as his tongue made a clean swipe from my perineum, licking my smashed hymen before brushing my clit. I gashed and opened my legs as wide as possible to accommodate Spank. His face seemed glued to me as if he was trying to wear me like a novelty hat. "I think my ass is a little sore too, could you?"

I wasn't expecting him to, but kind of hoping he would... he did. The sensation of his stiff tongue dabbing my butthole caused me to lightly press his head closer, as I felt a deep enjoyment and wanted more. "Oh baby, lick that ass." I let go of his head and grabbed the bed sheets, pulling them tight as Spank cleaned me out with his tongue. "Deeper baby, taste me." Spanks tongue plunged deeper, burrowing deep like a wriggling earthworm.

Spank furiously tried to unbuckle his belt as he continued to lick my arsehole. Pulling his tongue free, he smiled. "Now from my fun." Then he mounted me.

I shook my head as I felt his pecs through his flimsy shirt. "Sorry, I'm just not able to tonight. It will just be like fucking an empty sack, I have nothing left to give."

"Tit wank?"

"Go on then, you'll have to be quick though."

Spank pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders revealing a body of a warrior king. He dropped his trousers to the floor and slapped his lengthy brown cock in between my pale white tits. Using my hand I smothered his cock in my cleavage and let him fuck them.

Realizing his cock was big enough, I tilted my head forward and let my tongue catch his spearing bell end. Although it didn't do much for me, seeing the enjoyment on his face brought me a whoreish satisfaction.

Suddenly, but not unexpectedly, I was hosed with hot, sticky and pasty cum. The first shot fired it up into my nostril causing me to smell nothing but salty man juice. The second jet hit me across my eyes, bunging them shut. I then automatically opened my mouth prompting Spank to shove his cock in to empty his final squirt down my throat.

Just like the typical male, once he had his fun Spank rolled off and rested on the bed with a satisfied smile. It was left to me to clean myself off.

Back in the bathroom I washed myself in the power shower. The strong jets massaged me and invigorated my soul. As I soaped myself down my head was filled with confused thoughts. I felt disappointed that part of me felt that Spank actually had real feelings for me. Yet to feel that way, simply meant that I was ignoring the obvious signs that he was just using me as a cum bucket. But I know I could see something in those dark eyes when he was banging me.

I slapped myself. "Fucking Hell." I had to get a grip. Spank is married and with a family. He would, and should never leave them for me... But I craved him so badly.

I switched off the light and returned to the bedroom. Spank had fallen asleep. He rested naked on top of the sheets. I crawled on to the bed and snuggled into him, wearing nothing but a smile.

5

I woke to the sound of the alarm on my phone. In a daze, I groaned, "Spank, my phone is by you." The phone kept ringing. "Spank?" I opened my eyes to find he had gone. Giving a sigh, I rolled across the empty bed and switched off my phone. "I better get on that flight."

As is usually the case with me I arrived at the airport check in, with only seconds to spare. A sweaty mess, I dashed through customs and up the gangway to the private plane that I had arrived in. I expected the plane to be empty, but to my horror there was another woman passenger. Well dressed with delicate features, she carried an air of authority. Her smile was cold and demeaning. I knew straight away who she was. This was not the in flight entertainment that I was hoping for.

"Valarie."

"Yes... hi."

"I'm Shoba."

"That's a nice exotic name."

"Princess Shoba."

Spank had booked me to travel back on the same flight as his wife. Fucking men, they can't do anything right. Gripped by fear, I curtseyed. "Your majesty."

I took my seat across from Shoba, and pretended to busy myself with a magazine. The plane shuddered as it left the terminal and taxied along the asphalt. As it thundered down the runway I prayed for a safe flight, and one where I'm not hounded by an angry wife. But the plane hadn't even reached its cruising altitude when Shoba started her interrogation.

"Not the first whore I shared a plane with."

"Oh, OK."

"So, what has he been doing with you, anything interesting?"

"Nothing too much. Mostly missionary."

"That's funny, I thought my husband had a dirty mind. He usually has his whores performing all kinds of deviant acts."

"He does have quite an imagination."

"Of course he does. Why do you think I let him fuck girls like you? Let's me rest."

I didn't really know what to say, and avoided Shoba's piercing stare. "You're a very understanding wife?"

""Like I said. It gives me a break from his wicked ways."

"I'm sorry."

I hate flying at the best of times. But I couldn't deal with a six hour flight sitting next to the wife of the man I'm fucking. With the plane in mid air, I unhooked my belt and slipped away. "Sorry, I'm going to my cabin... I've had quite a night." I felt instant regret and immediately winced as I couldn't believe what I've just said.

"Oh, I bet you have."

I felt Shoba had every right to kill me. Closing the door behind me, I turned the lock. Feeling drowsy, I threw myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. Only for my worries kept me wake.

It was only a few minutes before I was disturbed by a knock on my cabin door.

"Valarie, it's Shoba."

"Huh?"

"Let me in."

As much as I wanted to keep a safe distance behind the locked door, I couldn't exactly ignore Shoba. So I reluctantly got up from my small bed and let her in. "You Ok, Princess?"

"I want to see what my husband sees in you?"

"What do you mean?"

"He mentions you a lot. And looking at you, you are only half the woman I am. Why is this?"

Shoba verbally cut me to pieces and ratcheted up my feeling of guilt. "I don't know what to say. Maybe he goes with me because I'm a dirty fuck."

"So, you're a sexpert."

"That's probably a more eloquent way of putting it."

"Then you have no choice but to teach me the ways of a whore."

"You can't learn it, it lies deep within you." I watched as Shoba dropped to my feet. Not once in my life could I have envisaged being in a position of having a princess kneeling at my feet, the feet of a whore.

"Please."

"OK. OK, I will."

"Thank you."

I glanced outside my cabin. Giving Shoba a hand up, I led her inside, slamming the door behind. Her hand felt dainty and light, as if they had never endured a day's work. I sat her on the silk sheets and sat beside her. "So, how do you want to learn?"

"You're the whore. Teach me the quickest way."

"Well first I need to know where you're going wrong. Give me a description of your average night of sex."

"I get dressed up, and let him make love to me."

"How? Tell me in detail." I smiled at Shobawho blushed incessantly, seemingly close to self combustion

"Him on top. A few minutes later, a bit of doggy." Shoba covered her mouth as if she was speaking the devils words. "Wheelbarrow."

"He dictates then?"

"All the time. Yes."

"That's the problem. The secret to good fuck is balance. You have to let him think he is in control. But in fact it's you, who takes the lead."

"But love is like ballroom dancing. The man always leads."