The Tourists

Nikki never knew that sand had a taste.

But after driving around for more than a week in this godforsaken desert, she knew. Driving on the back seat of Frank's scooter, she imagined she could even learn to distinguish the various parts of the desert by the taste of sand that constantly blew into her mouth.

But why bother?

She hated it here. Frank had promised the trip would be exotic and fun, but she didn't get it. She hated the heat, the sand, the food – and not least, she hated the goddamn Arabs. Scruffy, unshaven bastards, leering nastily at her wherever they went. As if they hadn't seen a pretty American blonde before. Come to think of it, they'd probably never seem any woman before – at least not without that stupid sheet over the head.

Oh sure, Frank kept telling her it was a "different culture" and that she should be "open to new experiences". But nothing she'd seen so far had challenged her conviction that this was a hopelessly backwards country, inhabited by horny towel heads.

But she didn't complain much anymore. Lately, Frank had began to act annoyed. He'd tell her to shut up, and that he didn't care – that this was a great holiday destination – and why hadn't she brought proper clothes, anyway?

Nikki had no idea what he meant: She knew they were going to a hot place, so she'd brought her little tops and short skirts. And how was she to know that you couldn't walk in desert sand in high heels? After all, she wanted to look her best – and that included sexy shoes. Buy as usual, Frank didn't have a clue.

They sat in the closest thing to a restaurant in this tiny desert town, the scooter parked outside. Frank had savoured the grilled something with horrible sauce like a gourmet meal. Nikki had been starving, but only managed to eat a few mouthfuls.

"It's disgusting," she declared.

Frank reached for his wallet, then froze.

"Fuck!" he said.

"What?"

"I left our money at the hotel," he sighed. "You don't have any, do you?"

Nikki shook her head.

Slowly, the waiter came over to the table. He was a tall, young guy with dark skin and dark eyes. Nikki didn't care for him, but didn't find him quite as repulsive as the other Arabs she'd met.

"Sorry," Frank explained to the waiter. "I'll have to go back to our hotel for the money, okay?"

He pointed to Nikki.

"She'll stay here until I get back."

The waiter nodded, grinning.

"What?" Nikki shrieked. "You're gonna leave me here?"

"What else am I going to do?" Frank said. "You don't know how to drive the scooter. Anyway, it's only half an hour to get there and back."

He stood up and kissed her on the cheek.

"Love you, Nikki," he said. "See you soon."

And with those words, he left and drove off on the scooter.

Nikki shifted uneasily on the uncomfortable chair. The young waiter went into the back room, leaving her alone in the otherwise empty restaurant. She heard him talking to another man in a muffled voice. And soon, an elderly Arab man came through the door and walked over to Nikki's table.

Oh God – he was exactly the kind she couldn't stand: Greying stubble on his cheeks and a lustful gaze. He almost drooled at the sight of the young blonde sitting alone in his restaurant.

Nikki turned to look out of the window, but felt him stepping up close to her. She shivered, as she felt him stroking her hair.

"Hehe," he grinned. "Hehehe."

His hands moved down over her body, stroking her breast, squeezing it.

"No," she whispered. "Please..."

The old man's hands stroked her thighs, found their way up under her short skirt. He pushed her panties aside, his fingers poking her pussy lips.

Nikki turned and slapped his face hard.

He let go immediately, staring at her in a state of shock.

"Abdul!" he cried.

The young man came from the backroom and joined them at the table. The old man explained the situation in Arabic, and Abdul frowned at Nikki. Then he stood behind her chair and grabbed her arms.

"What?" she cried.

Abdul spoke to the old man. And whatever Abdul said, it lit up the old man's face in a lusty grin. As Abdul held Nikki's arms, the old man pulled down his loose linen pants. His dark-skinned cock hung semi-erect between his legs.

"No!" Nikki cried. "Let me go!"

She struggled frantically, but Abdul was too strong for her.

The old man held his cock in his fist with one hand and forced Nikki's mouth open with the other.

"No, please," she protested, as he pushed his cock in between her lips, "pl... Mmm... Ngh..."

Nikki felt the old man's cock throbbing in her mouth, tasting faintly of spice and desert sand. His bony fingers grabbed her hair, as he started thrusting back and forth, fucking her mouth.

"Ah," he groaned. "Ah. Unh."

His thick member swelled and hardened with each thrust. Nikki gasped and gagged, as wet, slurping noises filled the room.

She tried struggling again, but Abdul held her even harder, letting the old man plunge his erect cock in and out of her mouth. Outside the window, a couple of veiled women stopped to watch. They seemed to be giggling, pointing their fingers at the pretty American girl giving a blow job to an old Arab man. Humiliated, Nikki closed her eyes.

The old man was moaning louder now, thrusting his bone-hard cock into her mouth. And finally, she felt it swelling and twitching, ready to come. He froze, throwing his head back in ecstasy. For a second, Nikki noticed how - regardless of cultural differences - all men look the same when they orgasm.

"Huhn!" he yelled. "Ahhh! Hunh!"

Nikki tried to pull her head away, but it was no use. The old man pushed his erect cock even deeper inside her mouth, as he began to ejaculate. A long, hot spurt of spicy semen exploded into Nikki's throat. Frantically, she tried swallowing the first creamy load, but another one followed immediately after, filling her mouth with salty spunk. And another – and another. Gulping and choking, Nikki felt the old Arab's sperm running down her chin and her neck, as his cock kept jerking and spurting between her lips.

Then, finally, his ejaculations subsided. Breathing heavily, he held his cock inside her mouth, savouring the sensation as it slowly went soft. As he pulled back, Nikki saw the dark skin of his shaft glistening with semen and saliva.

The old man gazed at her almost lovingly, as he swiftly pulled up his pants. Nikki tried swallowing the rest of his spunk – but it was still the only taste in her mouth.

She felt Abdul loosen his grip, and realized she could now move her arms. Abdul said a few words to the old man, and he disappeared into the back room. Then Abdul stood in front of Nikki, still frowning.

"You don't humiliate my uncle," he said in a hoarse voice with a heavy accent.

Nikki was somewhat impressed that he knew the word "humiliate".

"I... I'm sorry," she said.

He shook his head.

"Not good enough," he said.

Suddenly, he grabbed her, lifting her up and placing her on her back on the table.

"Hey!" she cried.

Swiftly, Abdul lifted up her skirt. Then he bent down, pushed her panties aside, and put his mouth between her legs. She felt his wet tongue poking her pussy lips.

"No..." she cried, struggling.

But Abdul grabbed her thighs with his hands, holding her in place as he pushed his tongue into her cunt. She felt his hot breath on her belly, as he began moving his head back and forth, thrusting his tongue in and out of her pussy. He pushed it all the way in, holding it still, then wriggling it around, exploring the wet, sensitive depths of her flesh.

Nikki moaned helplessly, feeling her juices starting to flow. Perhaps even the attack by Abdul's uncle had turned her on a little bit – but Abdul's tongue action was irresistible.

He pulled his tongue from her cunt, and licking from side to side like a snake he slowly moved towards the base of her clit.

"Oh no," she gasped. "Please..."

He licked her clit rhythmically, circling it with his salivating tongue. Nikki squirmed with lust on the wooden table, involuntarily pushing her pussy against his face.

Abdul kept going, gasping with excitement, licking around and around Nikki's tiny, hardening clit. She banged her fists on the table, crying out loud with pleasure.

"Yes! Yes!"

And finally – inevitably - the orgasm surged through her. Nikki trembled in ecstasy, her juices gushing as she felt the climax pumping through every fibre of her body. It seemed to go on forever, while she whimpered and moaned on the table.

In her post-orgasmic daze, she vaguely sensed Abdul's wet tongue letting go of her pussy. He stood in front of her, undressing completely. He was fit, not too muscular – his skin dark, his cock long and almost fully erect. In fact, Nikki thought to her own surprise, he was a bit of a hunk. But no, she couldn't be thinking that - must be the orgasm talking...

Abdul grabbed his long, hard cock in his hand and began masturbating, staring at Nikki with his intense dark eyes.

"Your clothes - off!" he commanded.

Nikki's head was spinning. Still on her back on the table, she slowly pulled off her skirt and panties - and then her top. When she sat up to unbuckle her high-heeled shoes, Abdul stopped her, and she lay back on the table again.

He stood between her legs, his erect cock pointing straight at her face. Forcing it down, he guided it toward the opening of her cunt.

"No..." Nikki whispered, as the tip of Abdul's cock made contact with her pussy lips. "Please. Please don't..."

Breathing heavily, she lay there staring at the Arab's hardened tool. Her breasts quivered – there was no way she could hide her excitement.

Grunting, he slowly slid his cock into her. Nikki gasped, her mouth open wide. She felt his erect shaft forcing her pussy open, inch after inch entering her flesh.

Abdul was breathing harder now. Having buried the entire length of his cock inside her, he held still, letting her feel it grow to an even harder erection.

Then he grabbed her thighs with both hands, and suddenly, Nikki felt the first powerful thrust.

"Ah!" she cried.

He plunged the entire length of his stiff cock into her. Then he pulled out, only to thrust again – as deep as before. And again – and again - back and forth, in a steady rhythm, pumping her cunt with relentless energy.

"Ohhh..." Nikki whimpered, "ohhh..."

Abdul fucked her savagely, his long cock stiff as a pole. But when Nikki looked up at him, his face did not reveal his excitement. It remained an expressionless mask, his jaw clenched in intense concentration.

This frightened her slightly – it was so unlike Frank, who was always yelling and drooling when he fucked her. And she'd always sort of liked to sense Frank's excitement. Being impaled by this unfeeling Arab fuck machine was rather frightening – but in a really sexy way...

Abdul grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the wooden table, as he kept thrusting into her. Nikki heard an evil cackle nearby. As she looked around, she saw that the old man – Abdul's uncle - had come back into the restaurant and was now watching them. He grinned lustfully at the sight of his nephew fucking the American girl. As he watched them, she saw him fingering his old cock through his loose pants. She closed her eyes to avoid the sight of the leering old man.

Abdul vigorously kept plunging into her excited pussy, moving his hips around, varying the angle of entrance ever so slightly, letting his erect cock stimulate every surface of her sensitive flesh.

Nikki felt another climax approaching. She couldn't believe it. For all her hate of Arabs, there was no denying that Abdul just fucked her so good. So goddamn good.

Juice gushing from her pussy, Nikki felt her body beginning to tremble again. She opened her eyes and met his piercing gaze. He was sweating from the strain, drops of perspiration running down his face and breast. But his dark eyes were completely focused, as if evaluating the effect of each thrust of his cock, following Nikki every step of the way towards another orgasm.

"No..." she gasped, her body spasming uncontrollably. "No... Ohmigod. Ohmigod..."

Using all his strength, Abdul managed to plunge even harder and deeper into Nikki's slurping wet cunt. And once more, she succumbed to an overpowering climax.

"Aaah!" she cried, "aaah!"

Abdul held still inside her, as her pussy contracted violently around his erect cock. Then, ever so slowly, he let it slip out. And once more he knelt between her legs, licking the juices from her labia. Nikki shivered with pleasure, her orgasm seemingly prolonged by the stimulation.

"Abdul..." she whispered deliriously, "you're crazy. Stop that. I can't go on... Oh, God..."

With both hands, she tried to push his head away from between her legs, but it was no use. He forced his mouth towards her crevice, licking thirstily at her succulent pussy with the most obscene slurping and smacking sounds. Slowly, he slid two fingers into her cunt, moving them around and back and forth, making her whimper softly. Then – finally - he let go of her pussy and stood up.

"Come here," he ordered, grabbing her wrist.

Nikki got off the table. Abdul's uncle still stood there, staring at her. He wasn't touching himself anymore, but his erection was clearly visible inside his loose pants.

She stood naked in front of Abdul and just looked at him – dark-skinned and muscular, his long, erect cock pointing straight at her, still dripping from her juices. He really was quite a hunk, wasn't he?

Nikki still couldn't believe she thought that. A fucking Arab – a hunk? Yes, right now she was horny as hell. But she wasn't attracted to towel heads – not in a million years.

No, it had to have something to do with the heat – the relentless heat of the desert. Driving around for days and days, all that heat must have accumulated inside her. And Abdul had just released it all – turning her into an insatiable whore. She'd just wanted any - any - hard cock inside her, even if that cock happened to belong to a disgusting Arab.

Abdul pulled her towards the door. Her legs still trembling after two orgasms, Nikki stumbled after him.

"No!" she said, as she realized he was pulling her out into the street. "Stop!"

What the hell was the matter with him? She wasn't going to be walking around naked in the middle of this goddamn shithole of a town. She struggled furiously, but he grabbed her wrists harder and pushed her out of the door.

Outside was another little rickety wooden table, bearing the marks of countless sandstorms. Abdul made her bend over, face down, her ass in the air. His uncle had followed them and now stood grinning lustily at her.

"Oh yeah," Nikki whispered under her breath, "you piece of shit. Go ahead and play with your dirty old dick. Bet you've never seen a naked woman before. Ah!"

Nikki jumped, as she felt Abdul's fingers between her legs, grabbing her labia and pulling her pussy wide open. She felt the hot desert wind blowing against her sensitive flesh.

Holding her gaping hole open, Abdul slowly pushed his rigid cock in between his fingers. Nikki felt her cunt stretching wide, as he buried the entire length of his tool inside her. Finally, he pulled his fingers out, and her soft, elastic flesh slammed shut around his shaft.

Abdul grabbed her hips and pulled back. His first thrust was so hard, it made her scream.

"Aaah!"

As Abdul began fucking her in a mad, frantic pace, Nikki felt as if someone had pulled a switch, starting some powerful, unstoppable engine. His cock hammered relentlessly into her quivering slit like a piston, poking her with mechanical precision.

"Aaah! Fuuuck!"

Nikki held on to the table, her entire body shaken by the force of each powerful thrust. Abdul's uncle finally pulled his pants down, letting him watch as he stroked his dark-skinned cock, which had now risen to a full erection.

"No-o-o!" she cried, her voice broken up by the rhythm of his Abdul's fucking. "Ab-du-u-ul! Sto-o-o-op!"

Nikki thrashed about on the wooden table, her legs kicking helplessly. Abdul held her down, his cock plunging deeper and deeper into her tender flesh. She cried out, as she felt the tip of his thumb entering her anus.

"Nuuuh!" she protested.

Her body trembled with a curious mix of pleasure and humiliation. Slowly, Abdul forced his thumb into her ass. And somehow, this strange sensation turned her on. Really? Was she losing her mind? She was too horny to think straight anymore – the cock in her pussy and the thumb in her ass just kept pushing her to new levels of excitement.

Nikki's juices flowed from her cunt, lubricating Abdul's cock with her wetness. She was getting more and more excited, sure – but strangely not approaching orgasm. But – she was going to climax eventually, wasn't she? Or was it just going to be like this – ever-increasing levels of pleasure? She wasn't sure she could take it – could almost feel her abdomen clenching up in pain, desperate for the release of orgasm.

Nikki whimpered helplessly, as Abdul kept fucking her vigorously, his thumb buried deep inside her sensitive anus.

Then, hearing a familiar noise, she raised her head.

An engine. The scooter.

It was Frank finally coming back from the hotel.

This was it, she thought. She had to struggle out of Abdul's grip, get inside and get her clothes back on. to Let Frank see her like this was out of the question.

As the scooter drove down the street, Abdul kept fucking her, his uncle drooling at the sight. And with each thrust, Nikki felt more sensual, more lustful, more delightfully filthy.

Fuck it, she thought. Let him watch.

Whenever he was really horny, Frank would talk about how he'd like to see her get fucked by other men – by complete strangers in the middle of the street. And now he'd finally gotten what he wanted. Nikki moaned loudly at the thought.

Frank parked the scooter outside the restaurant and stumbled towards them, his eyes open wide.

"Wha...?" he stuttered.

Abdul held still inside Nikki, his erect cock twitching inside her clenching pussy.

"We fuck," Abdul said.

"Yeah," Nikki purred. "We're fucking. And you can watch. You always wanted that, remember?"

"Nikki..." Frank protested. "I..."

"Yeah," she went on, using her huskiest voice. "You can watch as Abdul fucks me. Take your cock out, honey."

"Take my...?"

"You heard me. Take it out, so you can jerk of as you watch us fucking. Yeah, c'mon, Abdul – I'm ready."

Abdul grabbed Nikki's ass and brutally thrust into her slit, making her scream out loud:

"Aaah!"

Frank stood right next to them, watching Abdul's cock plunging into his girlfriends pussy.

"Yeah," she whispered. "Look at that. You like that, huh? You like that?"

"You filthy slut," Frank hissed. "You dirty, dirty whore."

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His thick cock was half erect. Nikki gasped at the sight.

"Yeah?" he said. "Is this what you want? Is it?"

Frank grabbed his cock and began masturbating right in front of her. Abdul fucked her fiercely from behind, making the small wooden table wobble and squeak in time to his rhythm.

"Oh, yes..." Nikki whispered.

She held on to the edges of the rickety table, as each of Abdul's powerful thrusts threw her back and forth. She felt the entire length of his stiff tool plunging into her slippery pussy again and again, driving her ever closer to another orgasm.

Gasping for breath, Frank masturbated, watching them fuck. His fist vigorously stroked the veined shaft of his cock, making it swell to a full, throbbing erection. A drop of clear fluid began to ooze from its tip.

"Fuck her harder," he said to Abdul. "Fuck her till she screams."

Incredibly, she felt Abdul applying even more force to his deep, relentless thrusts. Juice squirted from her slit, running down the insides of her thighs.