Short sex stories

Erotic fiction and short sex stories




Chaos in the Middle East

What a shit life. No husband, no children, just lost my job because the boss's wife found out about our affair. Ok, I know, I deserved everything I got... or lost, rather. Don't get me wrong, I know I only have myself to blame. It's just, you don't know what you have until you fuck everything up in the worst possible way.

Things used to be perfect. I worked as a receptionist at the local leisure centre. I know what you're thinking, how could I possibly miss that? But the reason I loved working there wasn't the money. It was the benefits, and I'm not talking about a discount gym membership or free swimming lessons. It was the staff and the clients. I miss those trimmed figures, the glistening six packs and the broad shoulders.

Now I know what you might be thinking, I'm a dirty slut, right? Well for your information I wasn't sleeping with all of them, just my boss... Ok, there was also Tim, the young lifeguard, but he doesn't count because we were drunk and he couldn't get it up. And, while I'm being an open book there was also Shelia, the yoga teacher. But she doesn't count either, as she was a woman and my husband watched us from under the cubical door. It took several trips to the dry cleaners to get those stains out of his trousers.

I loved that job, and Carlstown Leisure centre loved me. It was just a shame my boss didn't wash my lipstick off his pecker before going home to his wife. Still, things happen for a reason, at forty years old, I guess I'm still waiting for my true calling.

With just a broken TV to watch, I resorted to surfing the net on a computer. It was my husband's old laptop and it wasn't long before I discovered his stash of porn. His internet history read like a sex offender's charge sheet. The truth is, I wasn't surprised. I always knew I was married to a pervert. Jack may have been sinfully boring but his sexual drive, at least for the first ten years, was tuned up like a Ferrari engine. He used to destroy me on a nightly basis and as a result we had to buy a new bedspread every month. Cost a bloody fortune. But then his hobby took over.

Like I said, Jack was one boring man. I mean, he could make a bookkeeper seem interesting. He was a professional auditor and a part time spotter, not trains, planes or bloody buses. No, Jack spots milk floats for a hobby. Yes, bloody milk floats.

Jack would wake at three in the morning, and get himself down to one of the various dairies that are dotted along the city limits. Just so he could record the different milk floats, coming and going. After that, he'd go and do nine hours of auditing in a warehouse, before coming home and going to sleep before ten. It was like this for five days a week. But there was always the weekend, right? No, weekends were put aside for the auditing of his own personal records.

Jack was clever and loving, and earned a decent wage. But he was only interested in me when he wanted some fun, and he began to need me less and less. I had purely married Jack for the sex but our sex life no longer existed. It's not that I never tried. On one night I even dressed up as a sexy milkmaid.

Still, a lack lustre sex life doesn't give me an excuse to go out and cheat. I know I'm wrong. But I've surely paid a high enough price. I'm broke, jobless and alone, all at a time in my life when my looks are on the verge of heading south. Guess I've only got a few years to have fun before I'm on the waste dump of life.

Searching his laptop, his desktop folders were filled with pictures of milk floats. My eyes then spotted a file called "Valarie." That's me by the way. It was filled with pictures of me in indecent and compromising positions. Still, I felt quite touched that he enjoyed wanking to pictures of me. Better wanking about me rather than other women... or his milk floats.

But within a few clicks of the left mouse button, I revealed something a little more sinister. Jack had set up an escorting page for me. But then it dawned on me; if he wanked about me sleeping with other men, then why the hell did he fuck off on me for having an affair?

With a few clicks of the mouse and a scroll of the page, I travelled around the escort profile. Then I entered the inbox. He seemed to be trading pictures of me for pictures of them, or rather, their cocks. He always liked me riding him with a strap on... I wonder? Whatever floats your boat. or inJack's case... milk float.

I scanned through picture after picture, cock after cock. Black and white, all kinds of different shades. I ran my fingers under my mini skirt and stroked my maroon nails along the gusset of my nylon pantyhose. My eyes scanned their messages on how much they would be willing to pay to have me riding on their cocks. I must admit, looking at some of them, I'd do it for free.

That's when I decided that I was going to delve into the world of escorting. I read through the messages and decided to reply to those who I wanted to fuck. As well as the uglier ones, but only if they were willing to pay the extra premium.

I'm rather pleased to say that the next day when I came back to the laptop, the inbox was filled to the point of bursting. Which got me thinking that it wouldn't be long until my pussy would feel the same. Playing safe, I decided to have them come to me. I'd feel safe in my own surroundings. I didn't know what nutters would be interested in a forty year old escort. Then again, I had changed my profile age to a mere thirty two. An escorts privilege.

A knock on my front door signalled his arrival. As I stood from the couch, I pulled the bottom of my lycra mini dress that had shot up my arse. My heels clipped along the wooden floorboards of the hall, and my tits felt as though they were fighting to break free. I swung the door open, and greeted Derek with a sultry smile. "Hello."

"Hi."

I could see he was nervous. Not what I was expecting by all the bravado in his emails. He was supposedly a former army captain. In his emails he told me he was going to declare war on my pussy, and lay waste to my holes with 'Shock and Awe,' fucking. Well? This former soldier was less shock and awe, more snore and yawn. He was scrawny with glasses and possessed a Beatle haircut. He wasn't even dressed nice. "You better have a big cock?"

"Excuse me?"

"Cause you look nothing like the picture in your email."

"Picture..?"

"The one with your cock hanging out your boxers."

"Sorry, Love. I'm here to take the TV for repair." He flashed his badge. "Citi Electronics."

It takes a lot for me to blush, and even more for me to feel flustered. But I felt like I was sucking hot coals. The pit of my stomach churned with embarrassment. "Oh."

"But if..."

"Fuck off." I stepped to one side to let him in. "The TV is in the living room."

With a wet cloth, I wiped away the dust from the empty TV stand. Staring out of the front window I saw a burly man walk through the front gate. "Now that's more like it." Glancing in the mirror, I fixed my tits and pouted like a pro. Walking back into the hall, I opened the door. "Derek?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Good. Quick, let's get upstairs and see what you're packing in those pants of yours."

"Shush, there's kids playing on the corner."

"You'll hear at lot worse from them, believe me. This estate is a pool of filth."

I watched his arse as he climbed the stairs. He seemed to pack a lot in those denims of his. On the landing, music seeped from under a closed door of the guest bedroom. I saw the surprise on Derek's face.

"You have a house mate?"

"Of course. You don't think I'ld be working here, all alone, do you?" There wasn't anyone behind that door. It was just a ploy.

"Oh... I suppose not."

In my bedroom, I counted the twenties. "One... Two... Three..."

"It's all there."

"A girl can't be too careful."

"There's an extra tenner."

I raised my eyebrows at his generosity. "What's that for?"

"Anal."

The cheeky bastard. I hate anal, In fact, I really hate it. I've only received it twice. Once, was when I lost my virginity... well thought I had. But the stupid git had busted the wrong whole. The second time was on Jack's fortieth. As a special present. But he was so drunk he fell asleep half way through. I finished myself off with Maximus... he's my dildo by the way. Never fails, unless I forget to charge him.

Sorry, so, back to the story. I hate anal and if Derek thought popping my chocolate drop was only worth a tenner, he could walk straight back and find a drug addict to bum. "That's more than a tenner, Love."

"No. When I meant anal, I meant... for me. I want you to give me a finger during oral. Just a pinkie."

"Oh, it won't be a pinkie once I've finished."

"No need to worry, I went for a colonic irrigation this morning. I'm cleaner than a plumber's drainpipe. Had a shave too."

I couldn't believe what Derek was saying. "To go that length, you gotta be at least bisexual?"

"Guilty as charge. I live with a man. We served in the forces together. We became like brothers... then lovers."

"Good for you." I placed my hands on Derek's manly chest. He responded by promptly slipping his hands up my mini dress and began massaging my arse cheeks.

"Still like pussy now and then though."

"And a finger in the arse."

I pushed myself against Derek's toned figure. He didn't budge an inch and felt solid and heavy. Almost as if he was a slab of granite. Pressing my lips against his, I kissed him lightly. He retorted by wrapping his heavy arms around me and squeezing me like a long lost friend. I groaned as he inserted his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues danced to softly to tune moans.

I brushed Derek's firm bottom with my open hands, before sliding them into the back pockets of his jeans. My fingers felt what I thought was a fiver, so I carefully fished it out with my fingers and flicked it behind the computer desk for later.

I pushed both hands into his chest, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. While he unbuttoned his shirt, I unbuckled his Jeans before pulling them over his socked feet. Talking about socks, I can't think of a less sexier look than a naked man with just his socks on. So in a flash I whipped them off his feet.

Placing my hands on Derek's smooth thighs, I dropped to my knees. Still hidden under his grey boxer shorts, his cock did it's best to break free. I stared with hungry eyes, and wanted nothing more than to slip my mouth over his throbbing dick.

Hooking my fingers inside the elastic waist, I tugged his shorts down to his ankles. I smiled as I liked shaven men, not that I've seen too many. As the tip of his cock brushed my nose, a faint whiff of urine caught my attention. My tongue outstretched, l licked his bell. If I'm honest it did taste slightly of piss, but what was I expecting.

I had to stretch my mouth to fit around his girth. Derek softy guided me with his hands, slipping his cock down my throat.

Derek's cock slid in and out of my mouth like a hydraulic piston. His shaven sacks slapping my chin.

I felt him push deeper, forcing me to open my throat and accept his manhood.

Pulling myself free, saliva drooled down my chin and dribble down in between my gaping cleavage. I wiped my mouth free from the spit and glanced up at his handsome face. Derek seemed so angelic and boyish. I felt that I needed to show him who was boss.

Hooking my arms under his legs, I swept Derek onto his back. With his smooth white arse in the air, I spat on my ring finger and planted it straight into his spud patch. It was tighter than a banker's pocket, yet warm and cosy like a sleeping bag. I tried not to think too hard about what I was doing. But Derek seemed to enjoy it.

I slid my mouth over his cock and continued to force it down my throat. All the while I could feel Derek's anus clenching around my finger. His sphincter sucked my finger with all the enthusiasm of an old woman sucking an ice lolly in the sun.

I suddenly felt that salty taste of pre ejaculation. Within a second, Derek pulled my head free from his throbbing cock.

"Slow down! Slow down. I can't cum, not yet."

"Why, what's wrong with cumming?"

Derek winced as I pulled my finger free from his arse. "I need to fuck you in that slutty dress of yours."

I laughed and got up from my knees. Smiling, I ran my hands through his hair as he pulled my G-string down to my ankles, then stepped out of them. I closed my eyes as Derek brushed my pussy with his hand. My knees trembled to his touch, and I felt myself drop lower, so his fingers could explore deeper.

"You're enjoying this, Valerie."

"I am."

"You're moist."

"I know."

"So moist, that we won't be needing any lube."

Leaning across Derek, I picked up a small silver packet from the bedside table and tore at the corner with my teeth. "I never use lube... I'm not scared of a little pain," Straddling Derek, I pulled the condom free from the packet. Placing it on Derek's purple bell, I leaned down and smoothed it over his cock with my lips and tongue.

Climbing up onto his waist, I grabbed his shaft with my hand and lowered my sopping pussy onto his cock. I love the feeling of stretching my nether lips over a new dick.

I gazed into Derek's glazed over eyes, the fact he seemed caught in the moment of lust and drove me on like the temporary lover I was. His hand pulled at the top of my dress, ripping the lycra at my shoulders. I should have been horrified that he had ruined my new dress. But the fact I bought it in a flea market, dampened my anger.

My melon boobs broke free from the dress. They swung freely as we fucked on the creaking bed.

Apart from liking a finger in his butt, I could tell Derek was a tit man. His gleeful face was reminiscent of a toddler playing with a new toy. Straight away he rolled my swollen nipples in between his thumb and fingers. But that could only satisfy him for so long. He pulled me down and curved his tongue around my nipple and areola. I purred like a kitten as he seemed intent on milking me.

We both seemed locked in an orgasmic race to the finish. Our pelvises slapped together as I rode Derek like a champion jockey. Digging my nails into his shoulders, my lower torso began to tighten. I felt on the cusp of something wonderful, something magnificent.

Then it happened, my toes curled as my innards quaked. A gush of excitable energy rushed from my core and erupted along my spine, sending me into a screaming orgasm.

Derek pushed me off him and rolled me on to my back. He climbed from the bed and knelt by my side. I watched as he pulled the condom off his cock before starting to wank. Knowing what was coming, I closed my eyes.

I waited and waited.

Taking a peak to see what was happening, a jet of hot sticky cum splattered right over the face. He continued to cum, shooting his glutinous mess across my mouth and chin.

I knew I shouldn't taste it, but I couldn't resist, and licked a small spatter of cum from my lips. It wasn't quite as bitter as I thought it would have been. In fact, I took a second lick to compare it to Jack's... I preferred Derek's.

I closed the door behind Derek as he left my house. Turning my back, I rested against the door. Slipping my hand into the pocket of my dressing gown, I pulled out the rolled up bank notes. A smile crossed my face as I counted the money. In one shift I had covered the month's bills, as well as the final installment on the mortgage. Result; I then walked back upstairs to retrieve the fiver I had pulled from his pocket.

2

I crashed on the couch, exhausted from a full day's shopping. In need of filling the coffers again, I decided to check out my escort profile on the laptop. My inbox was full of interest but only one caught my attention.

Dear Valerie

Firstly, great pictures by the way. I have masturbated myself silly while gazing in awe of them.

So a little about me, I am a respectable figure in high society, and work long, long hours. And as such, I very rarely get time to play. As the old English proverb goes, 'All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy.' I want to play with you, Valarie.

I have quite an imagination which contains lots of hardcore fantasies that I wish to experience. Trust me, you will be rewarded greatly if you help me fulfil my dreams. Also, if things work out this could become a great partnership.

My assistant's number is below.

Regards

Mr Spank.

I noticed the number seemed to have an overseas code. Reading from the screen, I dialled the number into my phone.

"You have reached the office of his Royal Highness, Prince Abbas."

"What?" Fucking typical of me to mess up. "Sorry, wrong number." Feeling embarrassed, I slammed the receiver down and tried again. I heard the pips and the same Middle Eastern accent spoke down the phone

"You have reached the office of his Royal Highness, Prince Abbas."

Even I couldn't make the same mistake twice. "Hi."

"Yes madam. What can I do for you today?"

"Erm..."

"On what business do you call the office of the prince?"

Although I didn't want to give the reason, I had no option. "I received an email."

"Regarding what, Madam?"

"I had an email from..." I couldn't believe what I was about to say. "... Mr Spank." It seemed I had created quite a stir, as I listened to the panicked mutterings in the background.

"Oh... I see. You should have said earlier Madam. I'm putting you through to the leisure department now."

"Leisure department..? Right." I listened to the silence while the phone lines connected.

"Morning, you have reached, leisure. This is Zainab speaking, how can I help?"

"Yes, hello... I had an email from Mr Spank."

"OK, No problem."

The situation felt really surreal. "Well, I would like to know... what sort of contract he would want me on?"

"A flat rate of $1000 US Dollars for every call out. All travel expenses are paid for."

"Whatever." I felt stupid that I had fallen for a hoax, probably a lurid radio show or something. No doubt I'll come across a recording on YouTube in a few months. "Sorry love, this girl only does in calls."

"Mr Spank doesn't do in calls."

"Well tell his Royal fucking Spank, if he wants a shag, then he knows where to come." Pissed off, I slammed the phone down. Embarrassed as well as exhausted, I decided to call it a day and headed for bed.

I woke to the rattle of the front door. The bedroom was dark and I glanced at the alarm clock. "Fucking three thirty in the morning?" Another fearsome rattle of the door made me feel scared. Searching under the bed I found Maximus, my 12 inch rubber gladiator. Slowly, I crept out of the bedroom to investigate.

I peered down from the landing. Through the frosted glass window, I could see the headlamps of a vehicle that revealed a shadowy figure. "Who the fuck is it?" A Middle Eastern accent politely replied.

"Sorry for waking you at this hour. I'm Mohammed Salman, Personal assistant to Mr Spank."

"What do you want?"

"Mr Spank has come to talk business."

"Seriously?"

Suddenly the letter box opened and a wad of cash dropped onto the wooden floor. "Please take this as an expression of our sincerity."

Stepping down the stairs and cautiously walking towards the door, I picked up the money. It was real... and there must have been a thousand pounds or more. I stuffed the cash inside the drawer of the hallway bureau. "OK, I'm willing to negotiate."

I opened the door to a small chubby man. He was sharply dressed in a smart suit. I suddenly realised I still held the dildo in my hand and dropped it behind the door, to a heavy thud. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Greetings Madam." Mohammed turned and waved towards the expensive looking car. The rear door opened and a tall figure climbed from the backseat. "Madam, let me introduce you to Mr Spank."
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.
"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."
I shoved Shoba in her shoulder. "And how many men are good dancers?"

"Some men can dance."

"They're more than likely black or gay, Shoba."

"Oh."

I felt sorry for Shoba. She appeared a lost and lonely woman. To have resorted to asking the mistress of your husband for sex tips, seemed beyond desperate. I took her willing hand. "I will stop seeing him... I mean it." To my surprise, the words fell on deaf ears.

"I do try, I give him blowjobs, but I'm not very good as I hate the taste of an unwashed penis."

"Get him to bloody wash it then."

"A soapy penis isn't much better."

I stroked the back of Shoba's hand. "You need help, don't you?"

"I really want you to show me. Can I watch you?"

I gazed into her sad eyes. The large black discs shimmered with tears. "Yes, but I don't think that will do you any good... You need to do it, maybe I should watch you instead, Shoba?"

"Watch me?"

"Yeah, it's like driving. You can study as much books as you want, or spend hours watching your dad drive the car. But it's not until you get behind the wheel that you really start to learn."

"How will you watch me?"

I scratched the back of my scalp as I thought of ways. "Camera in your room?"

"I have a better idea."

"You do?"

"I want revenge before I treat Abbas to my new devilish ways."

I could only sense bad things coming from this. "Revenge?"

"I want to fuck his manservant." The fire in Shoba's eyes was evidence she wasn't exaggerating.

"Little Mo?"

"Be my guide while I fuck Mohammad. Tell me what to do."

The feeling of dread became entrenched. I suddenly feared for my life. "But won't Mo tell Spank what's happening? If Spank finds out, wont all hell break loose?

"Spank? Is that what he got you to call him? His name is Abbas."

"Right... Spank, Abbas, it doesn't really matter what his name is. What really does matter is that we might all get killed."

"I don't know where you got such an idea."

"It's more than a possibility. Yesterday he just casually mentioned summary executions, as if it's as common for him as a trip to the supermarket. "

"Admittedly, you and Mo might face the firing squad. But with my family connections... No. Not unless he wants to start a war... and my country is almost a nuclear nation now."

Feeling speechless, I stared down at my feet. "Great, but it's Ok for me and Mo to get shot?"

"Whoring is a dangerous game. But the rewards can be immense."

Despite sitting on a plane not too dissimilar to how I imagine Air Force 1 to be, and having already secured enough money to live on for two years, I felt shit. "The rewards don't feel like they outweigh the risks at the moment."

"Give me the skills to draw Abbas off his whores, and I will pay you off. Give you the riches so you never have to whore again... Well unless that's what you like to do."

"Not with Mo though, please. You're asking for trouble. Let's keep things simple."

"I fancy Mo, always have."

"Really, he looks like a used car salesman."

"I don't know what it is, but he has something going on."

Although Shoba seemed determined, I felt that I had to get my point across, as things seemed to be getting way out of control. "I know there is a thrill in playing the bad girl. But this is more than just a danger fuck. We're talking life and death."

"Look. Abbas has fucked all our house staff back home, not just the females either. I want to get my own back. If Mo dies, it's his fault for trying to cover for Abbas all these years."

"What about me?"

"You got into this with your eyes open. Hell, I could even have you flogged for adultery."

I put my head into my hands and sighed. "A woman scorned is an enemy for life."

"Exactly." I watched Shoba pick up the bedroom phone.

"Mo... bedroom two... now."

I gasped. "He's on the plane?"

"He likes to ride up front like a big kid." Shoba put her hands on her slender hips. "So? What should I do?"

I cringed as I knew there was no way out. The only way out of this is to do the job properly. Maybe if Shoba becomes a sensation between the sheets, then Abbas will have his hands full in a good way. I glanced at the determined Shoba. "Well, act like you have been for the last five minutes. Be dominant and strong. Forget that you're a lady and find the inner she-devil."

"OK."

"Take control, destroy him... Men don't fear a little pain. They see it as a badge of honour if they leave a room with a few bruises and a limp."

The door knocked and I heard Mohammad's voice. "Madam, you called?"

"Enter."

"Oh... You're both together?"

Shoba stepped up to Mohammad. Her dominance seemed to suddenly drain away. She weakly coughed into her hand. "Mohammad I..."

I felt if things needed to be sped up or this was going to end in disaster. Mohammad seemed shocked that I pushed the princess out of the way. I then stood nose to nose with him. "Mo, listen. Princess Shoba has an ambition to join the mile high club. It's either you or me that's going to help."

"I..."

"We've been talking and she's no lezzer. So looks like you're the one going to get Shoba in to that exclusive club."

"But?"

I watched Shoba grab Mohammad by his collar and throw him on the bed. She jumped on top of him and forced her lips on his. I got to admit Shoba seemed to be taking it seriously. Those kisses of hers were full on. Mohammad did not seem to be resisting much. Then again, Shoba wasn't giving him much of an opportunity.

After all, these Middle Eastern Royals know how to put down a protest in style.

However, after a good start, I noticed she still hadn't progressed past the kissing. I could see that her doubts were setting in and she seemed to be waiting for orders. I stepped up to the bed and whispered into Shoba's ear, "Your fun, is his fun. Fuck him like the dirty bitch you want to be."

Shoba pushed Mohammad's head back into the pillow. "You wanna fuck me, Mo?"

"Princess..."

Shoba slapped Mohammad across the face. "I said do you wanna fuck me?" She then grabbed Mohammad's cock through his trousers. "I'll let your cock answer the question." I felt proud of my student, with that dedication she was going to pass the test with first class honours.

Shoba pulled down Mohammad's zipper and pulled his stiff cock from his trousers. She then began to wank him off. Mohammad seemed to relax as he closed his eyes while she polished his cock with the gusto of a desperate housewife. Either that or he was praying that we didn't get found out.

I could see Shoba contemplating about sucking Mohammad's cock. She glanced at me to gain my thoughts. As I nodded, my face was fixed with a vixen grin. She poked out her raspberry tongue and licked the bulging head of his cock. Her tongue curled around the tip before running down his shaft and back again.

Closing her eyes, Shoba took Mohammad whole. She thrusted her head back and forth and her sloppy groans were loud and whorish. Although Mohammad hadn't said a word throughout the ordeal, I could see that he enjoyed the blowjob by the way he remained rigid and gripped tightly to the bed sheets. Shoba began to choke herself on the cock, seemingly intent on making herself sick.

I patted her on her shoulder. "Come on, time to let him fuck you."

Leaving a trail of spit over his cock, Shoba lifted herself free. Clearly overwhelmed by her lust, she literally threw off her clothes, revealing her skinny body. Shoba did not seem to be intimidated by her nakedness. She pulled down her flimsy panties and straddled Mohammad. "You better be clean, because I'm going to let you flood me with your hot juice."

"I think so."

"If I catch anything, then only God know what Abbas will do to you."

"Oh God."

Fuck, this is one bitch I mean she is deranged. I watched as Shoba pounded into Mohammad. Shoba rode him as he stared at the wall. She crashed her pelvis into his with such force, that I thought that her fragile frame would shatter like porcelain . Her screams were so loud, that I began to feel myself dampen. I had to get in the action.

I pulled my knickers down my legs and climbed on the bed. I straddled Mohammad's face while looking deep into Shoba's eyes. Wrapping my arms around Shoba's tiny waist, I planted my lips on hers. Meanwhile, down below, Mohammad was obviously having the time of his life. He licked me like a puppy while grinding into Shoba.

Shoba screamed to an orgasm while I tried to smoother her lips with my kisses. But I too joined her as we cummed together. I pushed my pussy down onto Mohammad's face and covered him with my juices. Our excitement also caused Mohammad to quiver underneath us before suddenly becoming limp.

Within seconds of Shoba standing from the bed, hot sticky cum ran in rivers down her slim thigh. Mohammad apologised profusely before escaping from the bedroom, partially dressed. I glanced at the petite Shoba as she dabbed her pussy with an antiseptic wipe. "You think you're ready for Abbas?"

"Always have been."

"But?"

"Please, I just wanted to make the flight interesting. Now get out."

Back in rainy England, Walking from the terminal building towards the taxi rank. I felt that it was best to leave that crazy family alone. Suddenly my phone rang..

"Valerie Jones?"

"That's me." By the accent I knew it was Shoba.

"It's Shoba. Sorry for some of the things I said earlier."

"It's alright."

"We're alike, that's why my husband likes you. Forget everything he tells you about me."

"OK."

"As a token of my appreciation about the threesome, I want you to check your account."

I glanced at the bank across the road, and walked towards its ATM. "It just happened there's an ATM here."

"Great, check it out."

I kept her on the phone as I entered my details. "Fuck... I'm used to one zero... Not six." I winced and held the phone away from my ear as she screamed down the line.

"Now stay away from my fucking husband."

"Deal."

At the bottom of my street I noticed a new building being erected. Poking my head through the gate, I shouted at the security guard, "What's this going to be?"

"A leisure centre."

"Great." I smiled to myself as I walked away. "Better get my application in... It would be nice to have a normal job again.

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