I had not so much as fallen asleep the night before as passed out, and I certainly felt the affect of the alcohol as I tried to open my eyes to the streaming sunlight that greeted me the next morning. My head was as light as a feather and for a long time I lay still trying to figure out where I was. The soft satin sheets were pulled over me to my chin and I became vaguely aware of my nakedness as my head cleared to the point that I could think. I began to make out the features of the room as my eyes slowly, and painfully, adusted to the onslaught of light.
I was laying in a huge bed, which seemed to be situated in the very center of the bedroom. There was no headboard, and as I carefully moved my head I could see the entire room. It was as exquisitly done as I remembered the living room being. Whoever lived here had money, and taste.
The dull ache in my asshole suddenly brought back memories of last night. The fisting, the sucking, the fucking. The dog. Oh my god, what had I done? How deep had I sunk in depravity to do something like that? I thought I was going to be sick with the thought of what I had done. And I had done it willingly. Oh, I had been drunk, true, but I remembered now the feelings of desire that had swept over me as I did it. The pleasure I had felt during and afterwards. As a matter of fact, the whole evening was something to remember, and as I lay there thinking my thoughts I felt the first stirrings of arousal. So much for guilt.
Sliding my right hand under my buttocks, I found my hole with my index finger. It felt gaped and stretched and was tender to the touch. I could feel the remnants of lubricant around the lips. The pucker seemed gone, stretched by, as I remembered, finger, fist, and cock until it wasn't a pucker at all, just a smooth canal leading inside me. Unable to stop myself, I let first one then two fingers slip inside. The sensation was overpowering and I spread my legs and lifted my knees to get better access. I slowly finger fucked myself, the lubricant doing its job as the pain eased and my passion returned.
Bringing my left hand up to my breasts, I massaged first one then the other as my fingers kept up the assault on my love hole. My dick was hard, and I switched hands, the fingers on my left hand went to my ass and those of my right hand wrapped around my rigid member, sliding up and down rapidly.
I peaked early and drenched the satin sheets with my love juice. My hand was sticky with the warm fluid as I continued to pull gently on my softening penis.
The bath was large, with a jacuzzi, and I enjoyed a relaxing soak. My muscles were tight from all the sex and alcohol and the warm water did wonders for me.
I towelled off and found my clothes on a chair near the door. I dressed and decided to venture out of the bedroom and have a better look at the apartment, but as soon as I opened the door the body guard appeared.
"You go" he said, rather matter of factly. I guess the party was over as I saw no signs of my friends from last night.
"OK" I replied sarcastically "Wham, bam, thank you mam, huh?" I didn't really mean it, it's just something I said to be mean. He didn't pay any attention anyway.
With that he handed me a folded bill. I had no idea how much it was, or what it was for, and my confusion must have registered on my face.
"It's for you" he explained "your pimp has already been paid."
"Well thank you" I said, in a nicer tone of voice than before "it's appreciated."
He led me silently to the elevator and stood at my side as we descinded into the parking garage, opening the limo door for me and helping me inside.
"Give the driver your adress" he instructed "he will take you home." And with that he closed the door, turned, and walked back toward the elevator.
"1330 Ashley" I instructed the driver as he started the engine, glancing back at me as I spoke. I remembered his starring from last night as he drove us to the apartment. 'You devil, what's going on inside your mind?' I thought he pulled out into traffic.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" I was startled by his voice.
"Of course not" I replied.
"How much do you charge for head, honey?" he said, the question catching me by surprise. But not surprising enough to give him the impression that I was surprised, As I shot back in my best lil prosititute quip "$30 for a straight, $50 if I take my clothes off."
"Well, you can keep em on, baby" he replied, and he came right back around the block and into the parking garage we had just left.
"Look" I began, feeling that honesty was the best policy here "there's something you probably don't know. It's...well....I'm"
"I know what you are, pansy" he interupted "I've hauled enough pretty boys back and forth to that penthouse to know what the Ahmeds like. Although I must say that you could have fooled me. You're one nice looker."
"Thank you" I blushed in mock appreciation as he brought the car to a halt in an unused space on the otherside of the garage from the elevators. He got out of the car and into the backseat, beside me, opening his fly and pulling his pants down. His cock was soft, and without a word between us I went to work, taking his soft penis in my mouth and sucking it gently.
"Ohhhhhh, baaaaby" he moaned as I deepthroated the entire thing, which was semi hard from the attention "suck that thing down." I did as I was told, and soon he was rock hard. Pulling my mouth off it, I noticed he had a nice one, probably 8 inches, circumsized, with a huge purple head. I thrust back down on him, taking the wet head and shaft in. I was gently massaging his ballsack as I did, giving him the best I had. He appreciated it, no question, and he grabbed my head and thrust his hips up to meet my mouth, forcing himself all the way in, til my nose was buried in his pubic hair, and I was choking for air. I managed to get my hand in between my lips and his stomach and pushed back just enough that the head cleared til I could gulp a breath of air thru my nose. It was times like these that made me so glad I could breathe thru my nose.
"God, you faggots sure know how to suck dick" I suppose it was a compliment, at least I took it as such "ummmmmppphhhhhh.......ummmmmmm" I responded, his cock pumping in and out of my mouth at a frantic pace now. I didn't think he would last long, but he surprised me, going for at least 30 minutes before blowing a massive load in my mouth, so much that I had trouble swallowing it all down before some squeezed out between my lips and slipped down his wet shaft, puddling at the base. I quickly lapped it up.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..........hhhhhhhhhh........" he moaned, low and slow, and I could tell that he had enjoyed it as much as I had. The taste of cum was strong on my breath as he zipped up and climbed back in the front seat, the $20 and $10 bills laying on the seat beside me. I quickly put them in my purse, and it was then that I noticed the money the bodyguard had given me. It was a bright, crisp $1,000 note! Holy shit, he had said that it was all for me!
I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Jesus" I coughed.
"Whasamatter" he growled, turning to look at me "you said $30."
"No......no....I" I started, but he had seen the $1000.
"Ohhhh, the Ahmeds paid you? Well of course they did. They always pay. A hell of a lot better than me huh? Course those perverts probably didn't just stop at a blow, did they? Look, I'm straight and ya got what ya asked for. I don't touch any them pretty boys the Ahmeds have me haul up here, but...well, you're a looker and you had me hard and all."
"No, no" I tried to assure him "I'm not complaining. I'm just surprised at how much the......you say Ahmed's... gave me."
"Well, don't be surprised. There's a lot more where that came from. They're rich. From the Emirates, Dubai I think, always coming over here for their fun. Relaxing, they call it, but it's really just Sodom and Gomorra day and night. Me and Mansour pick up these gay boys from the meat rack and haul em back to the penthouse. Then I haul em back the next day...or the next. The Ahmeds don't spend more than 3 or 4 days here and then they're back in rag head land. Respectable and rich. You like them fairies?"
He was starting to open up, and I wanted to keep it going, I wanted to know more about these people who would pay me so much for one evening.
"Well" I replied in a low tone of voice "they're OK. But I liked it better with you. You're more of a real man."
He ate it up.
"Course you did. I am a real man, and I got what you want. An I ain't no faggot for letting a faggot like you suck my dick. Cause you look like a woman and that's what excites me."
"So, maybe the next time the Ahmeds are in town you could let me know. So I could be ready for them, I mean, you know so I would be available. I mean...I would appreciate that.....and you know how I could show my appreciation, don't you?"
"Yeah, you could do me for free, huh?"
"Sure" I cooed, and handed him the $30 back. That was peanuts compared to what I had made last night. If he could help me hook up with the Ahmeds again, I could be making even more. This could be a gold mine.
"OK" he said, taking the money "but we'll have to work it out with old Mansour. He's their gofer. He makes all the arrangements for them...does all the scouting. He's a pretty strange duck....straight, I believe....but a strange duck. You might have to do him."
"No problem" I answered as we pulled in front of my apartment "here's my phone number, call me anytime and we can talk about this." He took the number and came round to open the door for me. I had a friend here.
I had to tell Rufus all about the evening, omitting only the part about the $1000 they had given me.
"They said you had been paid, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, dey pay me fo you wen you go wid dem las night."
"So, you, uhhh, have something for me?" I asked, starring him straight in the face.
"Uhhhh....yea, sure I do" he responded and pulled 3 crisp $100 bills from his wallet. "Dat's half what dey pay me. Lik I say, we split it 50-50. Dats 30 dicks you doan havta suck."
"Yeah, well, believe me, it was a whole lot harder than sucking 30 dicks" I lied. Why not, he had lied to me. Either that, or the Ahmeds had paid him $600 for the evening - $200 each. That might have been it. But they had paid me $1000.
Thoughts of the night before drifted into and out of my mind that whole evening. The fisting had left me sore and tender and nearly every step I took caused my mind to replay the events. I had enjoyed it. I was amazed that I could be stretched so far as to accept a mans complete fist inside me. If I could do that, I was sure I could take any man's cock now. And I was really turned on by having my dick sucked. Don't get me wrong, I prefer straight men. 'Real men' who appreciate how I can make them feel. But, having my dick sucked by someone - man or woman - was a real treat. And I had never been with a woman. I wondered what that would be like.
And the dog. I don't know what had come over me. I remember the feeling, not being able to stop myself. Not wanting to stop myself. It hadn't seemed bad at the time, but now that I was playing it over in my mind, I wasn't sure. It would take more time for me to come to grips with that. Eventually I would come to grips with everything relating to my sexuallity. But I would do this one at a time. Over time.
I worked the bar that night, and every night that week, but I didn't work the glory hole at all. I served drinks. Rufus was ok with it. He saw me as a big potential money maker for him, so he didn't push the glory hole duty as much as he had before. I must admit, I enoyed the tips, they came without a whole lot of effort, but I did miss the sex. I had become somewhat addicted to it I suppose.
The chauffer, Richard, called on Saturday. Seems the Ahmeds would be back in town on Sunday and planned to spend a few days. Sure enough, Rufus called me in the office that night. "Dem fag arabs dun call fo you agin" he said, the greed fairly showing on his face, "you wan go wid dem agin?" Somehow I didn't think it was a request.
"Sure" I said "it's good money. For both of us, huh?" The sheepish grin on his face gave it all away. The Ahmeds were screwing me, Rufus was screwing me. The only difference was that I got pleasure from the Ahmeds. For the first time in a long time I found myself hating Rufus.
The swap was done much the same as before, Sunday night the chauffer and bodyguard showed up at the club, payed Rufus, and I went with them in the limo. Except this time I knew the drill, they knew the drill, and we were a lot more relaxed than that first time. So relaxed in fact that the bodyguard opened up and we had a conversation.
"The Ahmeds don't speak English?" I asked.
"Oh sure, they speak English very well, educated in the UK you know."
"But they didn't speak to me last week, I thought they just didn't understand."
"The Ahmeds are royalty, they don't make small talk to women. Especially whores. I'm very sorry if that hurts your feelings" he explained.
"No, it doesn't hurt my feelings" I lied "as long as they pay, it doesn't hurt my feelings." In fact it did hurt. To be used in a sexual way, to be screwed, and treated like a piece of garbage at the same time just didn't make sense in my young mind. I withdrew into my shell at this point, no longer interested in talking to him.
"Richard tells me that you are very good at......at.....shall we say, giving pleasure."
"I try my best" I answered, a bit sarcastically.
"Don't ever do that again. You could get yourself, and Richard, in a lot of trouble."
"What?" I nearly shouted at him "what do you mean?"
"You are on the Ahmed payroll. What do you think the money is for? They are prepared to keep you, but they are also very possessive with what they pay for. It is not to be shared, unless they instruct it to be. You have many things to learn, and I am supposed to explain this all to you."
"Just wait a minute" I interupted "They paid me, but they don't own me...what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Calm down" he said "the Ahmeds are very rich. I think you must know that. They are Royalty in their country. Their father, the Emir, has been very displeased with their past life style, women, cars, betting, everything which is in conflict with the rules and laws of their country. They have set a bad example in the past. So, he has ruled that they will not come into the great inheritance that is theirs if they don't stop whorring around with women. They are married, with several wives, and a former harem. Now they must give up the harem, and the girlfriends they had kept in London and Paris. Do you get the picture?"
"I'm not sure" I replied, still in the dark about where he was going with all this.
"They must give up women. There's nothing in the Emir's decree about boys. In fact, it is common in our country for men to have boys as concubines. There is nothing in our religious instruction that forbids it. So the Ahmeds have travelled to your country to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with young men. But they are not completely homosexual and the idea of sex with a transexual has appealled to them. And they have seen you in this club and made arrangements with your pimp, Mr Rufus, and that is that."
"Ahh....now it makes sense" I gropped with the idea "they have a deal with Rufus, and for that he gets money. He's not my pimp, by the way, I just work for him at the club."
"He has instructed me that he is your pimp, and all arrangements must be made by him. The Ahmeds have instructed me to pay him what he asks, but to pay you a...a tip, shall we say, because they don't trust Mr Rufus to pay you fairly. And they want you to be paid well so you will want to return."
"Well, that 'tip' you gave me last time certainly caught my interest" I admitted. The money was safely in the bank now, and I looked forward to more of the same.
"That is what they want. You gave an admirable performance for them. And taking their dog in your mouth pleased them very much. It is a sign of true subjugation in our country, and subjugating yourself to an animal of the royal family is a true sign of devotion that many young women would consider an honor."
"Yeah....well....I was a little drunk to tell you the truth."
"Nevermind" he replied "the fact that you did it impressed them very very much. So much, in fact, that they instructed me to double your 'tip'."
$500 for sucking off a dog. Well, I guess we had set the market price. I still hadn't settled on whether or not I had enjoyed it. On the surface I had. But doubts still lingered, and without the knowledge that money came from that, I wasn't sure if I would do it again. Oh well, not to worry, I would decide when the time came, somewhat like I had done everything else in the past year. Some how things had a way of working out for the best. And I was sure tonight was no exception.
I was ushered into the apartment, same as last time, by the bodyguard. He brought me in to the 'living room' where my three erstwhile lovers were lounging on one of the three massive sofas. Seeing me, the first - the short one I would later come to know as Abdullah - spread his legs and parted his robe, inviting me to partake. I did, dropping to my knees and taking his massive cock into my mouth, slipping up and down on it's length until I had him gasping for breath and moaning in appreciation as I quickly applied all my skills and I bent to the task at hand. He was hot and within minutes I had him off, shooting strong spurts into my eager mouth, where I processed them by swirly the mass of goo around inside and swallowing slowly, the taste of his cum strong. Turned on, strung out on sex, I sucked him dry, straining to capture his entire load of man juice inside me. It came to my mind that I hadn't had cock in a week. I was truly hungry.
The other two were watching intently as I worked over their friend. Soon other hands went to my head, pulling me to them, and I quickly sucked them off, one at a time. Within the span of 20 minutes I had satisfied all three of them.
But, of course, they weren't thru with me. Not even close, and I knew if I wanted to earn another $1000 tonight I would have to give them something special. And I wanted that $1000. I wanted it bad, and I was ready to do anything for it.
I didn't even think of refusing them.
They took me gently by the arms and pulled me to the floor, on my hands and knees, pulling my panties down my legs and over my feet until I was free of them. My ass high, I was ready for their onslaught, ready to take them deep inside me, to take them like the woman I felt I was, to let them cum in me like a receptical.
My sphincter muscles relaxed as the prick first pressed against, then parted and invaded the lips of my asshole. He was quickly inside, aided no doubt by the lubrication I felt as he entered me. The lubrication enabled him to invade my otherwise tight hole with such impunity that he was buried deep inside me before I felt the first sensations of his hairy stomach on my backside. None the less, I relaxed to make it even easier to accept all of him inside my tight hole. His quick thrusts soon had the desired effect of loosening me to the point that I offered absolutely no resistance to them. I could feel my muscles gently sucking him inside me with each and every thrust.
Dazed, but not confused, I strained to offer up the best I had to give them, to give them the unique pleasure of taking the transexual pleasure I represented. Of fucking me deep. Deep with the dicks that had so recently disgourged their loads into my mouth. Letting me give them myself from both ends. I was awash in sensation now.
Cameras snapped, their bright flashes blinding the scene with too much light. Just enough light I suppose, but too much light for the situation. I dropped my head to the floor to escape the blinding light, my eyes trying to focus behind me, away from the light, toward my shoes.
The sight that greeted me was confusing. At first I couldn't focus on it. And finally, when I could focus on it, I...well... I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Behind me, thru my legs, I could see two furry legs, paws on the floor and lets extending up past my field of vision which was restricted by my small dangling penis. The legs seemed to quiver and shake with each thrust I felt inside me. Obviously the furry legs were somehow connected to the thrusting penis inside my anus. But how? How could the visual and physical sensations be connected?
The realization that I was being fucked by a dog came slowly. Slowly but surely. The delightful feeling I was feeling was not brought on by human contact, but by animal invasion. At this point I didn't care. I couldn't care. I was in such a sexual frenzy that the source of my excitement didn't matter. It was secondary. The only thing that mattered seemed to be the physical sensation of an organ in my ass, and I didn't care what the origin of that was.
The warm feeling of cum spurting into me, filling me, and then slowly escaping around the tight 'o' formed by my asshole excited me. It brought me to the brink, then over the brink, and I soon felt myself cumming, strong spurts shooting all over the carpet as I emptied my sex.
His knot was still hard inside me, locking us together in human/animal love, in an embrace both sexual and forbidden in this world. I didn't care. He wasn't animal, I wasn't human at this point. The only thing that really mattered was that we were both experiencing a sexual union that brought us extreme pleasure. We were one, whatever we were.
I came down slowly, much moreso than my lover, and his knot soon softened and he pulled out of my soft, willing hole. Only to be replaced by first one, then two, then three hard cocks that fucked me until they came, filling my willing love canal with hot sperm, in what seemed like buckets, soothing my insides and making me a true woman and bitch in all sense of the word.
To be continued.
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