Lesli Pt 13
The Galleria is a combination shopping center, hotel, and resident apartment building on the shores of the Persian Gulf in Dubai. It stands some 24 floors above the city, separated by a small expanse of open ground from some of the crowded neighbor hoods bordering the western edge of the city. It was lit up and shone brightly in the dark evening as we approached it from the airport.
I hadn't been able to see that much during the drive in, the windows of the limo were tinted against the bright sunlight that would come tomorrow. The bright sunlight I would learn to know as the Middle East. That sunlight, and the oppressive heat of June would hit me full force in the next days, and I would learn to appreciate the air conditioned Galleria, complete with it's indoor ice skating rink. Largest in the Middle East, I would come to know.
The Ahmeds kept a private apartment in the Galleria, and it would be my home during my stay. It was luxurious, on the top floor with a sweeping view over the city and Emirate of the same name. I was checked in as 'Mr Lesli' from the US and my catered to in every way. Meals, drinks, laundry, everything I needed, was provided without even a signature. Such was the power and wealth of my keepers' family.
I was alone for the next two days, alone and confused to the edge of boredoom. I would learn later that the blood testing took that long, and my hosts were not taking any chances with me. I suspected that they had learned of my earlier encounters with Todd and the flight attendant and were waiting for the definitive results from Dr Ibramin. I would later learn that not only the test results, but the video of my arrival examination were being reviewed and argued about by the Emir and his sons. Little did I know it then, but I was also being spied upon by the Emir's private security service. Every room of the apartment was equipped with closed circuit TV cameras and taped. If only I had known, I could have really put on an exhibition for them.
It was nearly noon of the third day after my arrival that the door bell rang. Thinking it was housekeeping come to clean again, I slipped on a robe and answered the door.
Imagine my surprise as Moh (I had nick named him that weeks ago) slipped quickly thru the door and closed it behind himself.
"Lesli..ahhh..beautiful" he sighed as he looked me up and down, then pulled me tightly to him, wrapping his massive arms around me and squeezing til I nearly lost my breath.
"Ooooooh.Moh" I gasped, genuinely excited to see him "I've missed you so much baby."
"I miss you too" he replied in his broken English "so many miss. Baabby."
Moh was my favorite among all three brothers, and I was delighted that he was the first I would be with. He bent over me and leaned forward, engulfing my lips with his mouth, his tongue slipping easily into my open mouth. We held the kiss perfectly as he backed me thru the living room to the couch. My legs bumping up against the couch, he guided me to a sitting postion on it as he took up a position to my left. I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down and we both reclined onto the soft satin seat, me on the inside and him on the outside. As he continued to wash my mouth with his tongue, we stretched out side by side. There really wasn't much room for us, and he kept rolling back as if to slip completely off the couch.
"Let's get in bed, baby" I whispered "we'll have more room."
"Bed" he repeated and pulled me up and led me to the bedroom, where my still unmade bed from the night before beckoned us like a cheap motel in the heart of Dixie. He sat, and I stood, letting him strip the robe from me, leaving me clad only in my panties. "Beautiful Lesli" he exclaimed as I posed for him. It occurred to me that he had not seen my breasts since the implants, and he was genuinely impressed with them, pulling first one, then the other into his mouth, his tonguing and sucking driving me wild as my nipples turned as hard as rocks.
"The best your money can buy" I murmured down at the top of his bobbing head, running my fingers thru his dark curly hair and holding him close to me. He sucked my breasts for the longest time before turning me away from him, hooking his fingers in the elastic waist band of my panties and working them down my legs to my ankles, where I lifted first one foot, then the other and let them slip to the floor. Spreading my ass cheeks, he signaled what he wanted next.
Moh was fastidious about cleanliness, and since we had been together so many times, I knew what was expected of me. I hadn't cleaned myself, inside, since arriving in Dubai, so I broke contact and walked quickly to the bathroom.
"Let me clean up, honey" I said over my shoulder as I left.
I rummaged thru my makeup bag and fished out my anal douce, filling it with hot water. Sitting on the commode, my legs spread, I inserted the thin tube in my hole and squeezed, filling my bowels with the hot water. I refilled from the running tap and repeated the procedure one, two, three times before it had the desired effect and my bowels emptied a combination of brown water and feces into the commode bowl. Refilling the bulb with strawberry douce, I shot another load in me. This time I emptied a clear, clean stream of the solution into the bowl, signaling that my bowels were completely emptied of their offending contents. I wiped my ass clean with a washcloth and dried on the fluffy white towel that hung beside the commode.
Returning to the bedroom, I found Moh stetched out on the bed, completely naked now, his semi hard penis indicating that he was, at least, thinking of what lie ahead. I was completely soft and small now, the enema douche having it's effect.
Unable to control myself - it had been three days since I had any kind of contact with a man - I bent over the bed and brought my face to his penis, quickly engulfing the head in my mouth. I licked the underside of his cock head as my hands played with his balls. They were massive, I had always loved Moh's balls, and his limp ballsack slowly turned firm under the attention. I spread my jaws wider and soon had half of him inside my warm mouth, my tongue still playing along the shaft.
"Ahhh.come..come" he moaned, and pulled me over in the 69 position, my balls resting on his chest as his tongue sought my rosy hole. This position proved easier for my oral attention, given the upward curvature of his cock, and I soon found myself deepthroating him as his cockhead slipped easily past my gag reflex and into my throat.
Moh's tongue soon found the sweet spot and I felt it lick at, and then invade, my tightly puckered love hole.
"Ommmmmmmmmmmm" I groaned as the tip slipped past the tightness. His saliva lubricated the entrance and he was soon thrusting inside me. My hands were busy massaging his nuts as I bobbed up and down on his manhood, letting him slip from the back of my throat to my mouth, then repeating the sequence in reverse. This wasn't rocket science. This was cock sucking, and I had practiced my art well, able to alternate between a deepthroat and a lip lock with rapid fire precision. He was moaning, the sound muffled by my asscheeks, and I was moaning and humming on his cock. It was the horizontal dance of two lovers who had been apart for weeks. And it was good.
But it was only a warm up. Foreplay for the main event, and soon he rolled me off him, his cock slipping from my eager mouth as he turned and repositioned himself and me on the bed.
Pulling on my hips, he indicated that I should assume the position, which I quickly did. On my knees, my head resting on the pillow, my ass upturned to his attention. He brought his lips back to my hole and re inserted his tongue in it, bathing the lips with his saliva, lubricating me with the second best lubricant a man can apply. I was in heaven now, being eaten out by this tender hulk of a man. He knew his stuff, and I wondered if he had done this to his wife, or wives. It didn't matter, but the thought of his tongue up my ass-pussy after he had it in another woman turned me to jelly. My sphincter relaxed immediately and my asshole felt like it was gaping wide open to his attention.
In fact it did gape. The combination of Moh's tongue and my warm douche had relaxed me to the point that the lips of my hole couldn't help but part automatically, I couldn't keep them together. It was as if my ass was a pussy. I certainly felt that it was. Even with the regular fucking I had received, I was, essentially, still capable of maintaining a tight sphincter. But with the attention it was receiving it literally gave up all ability to remain closed and I felt the lips part, almost involuntarily as Moh licked and slurped at the strawberry scented hole. They parted a little farther with each thrust of his wet tongue, and with each parting, and withdrawal, they remained open a little bit more until I could finally feel his tongue slipping gently into a wide opened cavity. When he withdrew, the air rushed in, cool and clean, and when he thrust back in, they retreated into a round 'O', larger and looser each time. I had never been eaten this way, with such fury and affection. I opened to my man, eager to have him inside me again and again.
To say that I was ready to be fucked was a huge understatement. I was more ready than I had ever been in my life. But he needed attention, and I turned and took his cock in my mouth, bathing it in oral lubrication, readying it for entry. Within minutes he was ready, and he rolled me to my back, pushing my legs back against my chest as he readied himself for the onslaught. My hole lips parted automatically.
He couldn't stand it any longer, and, gripping the backs of my knees in his huge hands, he dropped himself on me, his cock head, then this entire cock plunging into the wet softness of me down there.
"Ahhhhgggghhhh...Moh" the sound exploded from my lips as I felt his massive organ invade my willing love canal.
"Lesssssliiiiiiii" he countered, burying himself to the hilt in my offering, and we began a wild bucking, thrusting, humping fuck, neither of us able to even murmer another word.
I was loose, as loose as I could remember, not offering even the slightest resistance to his invading pole. The sound of my wet, gaping hole, the slurping, slopping noise as he pumped his entire manhood inside me was the only sound audible in the room. His cock head alternated from the lips of my hole to the depths of my bowels repeatedly. Within the span of a fraction of a section he was nearly completely withdrawn to completely encased in me. I locked my hands behind my knees and pulled them to my chest, completely bared to the onslaught, giving him all the access to me possible, and was rewarded by the wonderful feeling as his pubic hair mashed into my smooth ass.
As much of a man as Moh was, honestly, he wasn't much of a stayer. The combination of our time apart, and the wild passion of the fuck had it's affect on him, and I soon felt the strong spurts of his warm love cream filling me. And fill me he did, his cock acting like a piston to force it deeper and deeper inside me. Not all of it, some forced it's way past his pistoning cock and ran down the crack of my ass where it puddled on the bedsheet, warm and wet on my backside.
"Uggggggggghhhhhhh" he moaned as he withdrew from me and rolled to his back.
The cool air of the apartment rushed in to fill the void, and my ass lips fluttered before slowly, almost imperceptively retracted to somewhat of a more natural condition. Not closing mind you, but not gaping as wide as they had with Moh's cock inside me.
I slid across him, taking his still hard penis in my mouth, my tongue caressing him to clean the residual cum and strawberry douche from him. It tasted delicious, the mixture generating an aroma, a sensation, that I can't describe.
He pulled me up to him, wrapping his arms around my waist as mine went around his neck and we kissed, exchanging the strong taste of his semen as our tongues interlocked.
"I love you baby" it simply escaped from my mouth. "I love you Moh" I repeated.
"Love, Lesli, love" he returned, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
My dreams were filled with cock, cum, and the image of my pussy-hole filled to overflowing with the sweet nectar of Moh's love cream inside me.
The dream came true later that evening as I awoke to find myself face down in the pillow, Moh plowing his now erect again pole inside my incredibly stretched love opening, before filling me with the warm essence of his manhood.
And then again, as the morning sun broke the horizon, signaling another hot, dry Middle Eastern day. He came again, filling me completely.
I gave him a goodbye blow job at the door, as he was leaving, savoring the strong taste of his semen, before I reluctantly let the gob slide down my throat and into my waiting stomach.
It was 9 oclock, some 21 hours since he had arrived, and I went to the bathroom, fishing out a tampon and inserting it in my hole to soak up some of the copious jism that was there. It was the only way I could stem the tide of it from flowing out. I was completely full of him. The thought of pregnancy filled my mind, the idea of having Moh's baby wouldn't leave it. What was happening to me?
Yes, doctor, men ejaculate in my mouth. And sodomize me to climax.
And I can't get enough of it!
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