Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2006 13:15:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student 29

Whoring student life                                   part 29
                 by Aihu Fist.

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    The dog was hurting me, his drool leaked out of his mouth on my
shoulder. He had obviously been trained well and it was certainly not his
first time. Did Arif train him to do that? The dog's rod seemed to get
glued in me; I tried to push him away one more time with my right hand,
when he bit in my arm. Fortunately it was only a warning bite of
his. Suddenly, the dog stood still, pricked up his ears, his forelegs
straight on my shoulder blades. He heard something...then I heard it too;
the slamming of a car door.

The dog whined a little again as if he anticipated the arrival of
someone. His tail wagged his ass. As he had come inside, he left my butt
hole and withdrew with a leap back to where he came from.

    He didn't bark at the door which I found strange.  But the tail had
gone between his hind feet, which was the last of what I saw of him. I had
no more watch, but I am sure it was pretty late in the night. Then I heard
voices of men approaching the shed I was in. The rattle of keys that had
locked me up stirred me up from the hay.

-Don't worry, he is here, he cannot escape, I heard Arif saying to someone
else.

-Yes, sir, don't worry at all, we guarantee you no one but us knows of this
place.

That was Azzedine speaking.

The door squeaked with a nasty nearly human cry. They switched on the tiny
bulb in the middle of ceiling which gave enough light for them to enjoy my
nudity.

-Here he is, sir, Arif said to the visitor.

-The cream of the cream, Azzedine added.

    At the back in the dark I heard the rustling movements of the animals
who were barred from us by a wooden board.  The man who stood tall in front
of me was dressed like someone who works for the FBI. Dressed impeccable in
black, shining shoes, golden ring with an emerald encrusted in it. A tiny
goatee on his strong masculine chin. He was definitely an Arab with
nobility letters.

-Please bring me briefcase, he told Azzedine. It is in the car on the
backseat.

Azzedine hurried and was back in a sec.

-It is quite adventurous to have a young roumi lying totally naked in the
hay waiting for me. Tell me young lad, I heard from these young men that
you are still a virgin. They plucked you from the sea when you were about
to drown. How heroic, you owe them a lot, don't you?

-Yes, sir, I answered.

-Well then, therefore you owe them your life and must obey all their and
their friends' wishes. Please stand up, so I can admire your marble with
body untouched by vile hands. I have been looking for years for a specimen
like you. It is hard to find white boys in this country. I guess you have
more of our boys in your country, but they are merely low class people,
aren't they? You by contrast are so unique and exquisite a boy, I can
hardly refrain from touching your skin.

-Go ahead sir, don't worry, he is all yours, Azzedine ushered him.

-Take off this dog collar first, it is horrifying to me.

The man's hands were gloved in leather and were trembling, failing to make
a fist move to my body.  Arif helped him to get one hand out of his right
glove.

-Thanks my dear, he said to Arif.

His hand looked extremely feminine even though it was hairy and the veins
were too visible.

I had gotten up onto my feet and brushed off the hay from my body.

-You are a Moslem now, is that correct?

-Yes sir.

-Yes, I can see that, he said while he inspected my penis below.

I shivered from the touch of his soft cold fingers.

-Mmmh, I like it when boys are too sensitive. Aren't you too cold in here?

-A little bit, sir.

-Sheikh Ali.

-Sheikh Ali, sir, I clumsily repeated, not knowing how to deal with
royalties.

The man smiled at this.

-Azzedine; do me a favor and open and take out his clothes from my
briefcase.

Azzedine followed the orders on the double.

-Let me see, what we got in here, the Sheikh said while rummaging through
the contents. This will fit you nicely don't you think so?

He tossed out white French female knickers. I stared at them as struck by
lightening.

-But this is for women, Sheikh.

-That's right, my boy, but then you are not yet a man and never will be,
don't you?

You are special, these boys told me, in that sense that you will never grow
a beard, or pubic hair at its full. Now there are laws from the Holy Koran-
Mohamed our prophet be praised in heaven- that prohibit unnatural
intercourse with men. But you are not a man and neither a girl, so there is
not a problem whatsoever for you to be a species just in the middle of
those tow extremes. You understand this?

-Yes, sir, Sheikh Ali.

-Well then, put these on. Remember that you owe these countrymen a lot, if
it hadn't been for them you would have been dead now.

I lowered my head and pretended not to hear those lies. This Sheikh, highly
educated might take me out of here out of this stable.

    When the white silk, covered with the finest lace around my exposed
genitals, stuck to my skin like bubblegum, I felt a little more dressed,
but I was still naked from back and front. They were the kind of knickers
the French Can Can dancers used on staged with suspenders and stockings
over the legs.

-You look fabulous and wicked, my dear! It remembers the travesty show I
saw at the Moulin Rouge with my dad way back in the sixties. My dad had
taken me to all those decadent show when I was barely your age. I enjoyed
it thoroughly. Can you dance?

-No Sheikh.

-Too bad. But we can try to improvise a bit in the near future. Azzedine,
get me the other bag from the boot.

Azzedine handed a huge white plastic bag from which the sheikh took a small
shoe box.

-I hope they fit you. They described me your size, but one never
knows. Here put them on, the sheikh said when he opened the box and showed
me what was inside: red high heel shoes.

    I blushed. The young men smiled behind the Sheikh's back, though it was
not a smile of mockery, rather they were amused by the attention the Sheikh
bestowed on me. As I got in to the shoes, I felt the transformation from a
boy to a girl that I was going through. I never played mum and dad when I
was a small child, I wasn't into being a girl, but now stepping in those
shoes with my butt nearly pulled up with invisible strings because of the
very high heels, made me want more.

-Isn't he splendid, my friends? He said looking at the two friends.

-Yes sir, absolutely! They answered like choir boys.

-Can you walk a bit around here?

-Yes, my Sheikh, I said.

I shuffled a bit through the hay, being very careful not to stumble or slip
out of the shoes and trying to keep my balance.

-Very nice, my dear, very well. You have style and flair, I like it, he
shouted, clapping his hands.

He caught up with me and stopped me from walking on.

-That's enough cat walking for today, now it is time for us together, he
said.  Open the door, Azzedine and get the car ready for us.

   Outside stood a black shining limousine waiting for him. Azzedine let us
in the back. It was one of those cars that had a cocktail bar and TV in
it. The seats were wide, big enough to comfortably lie down.

Azzedine was then told to wait by the car until we were finished. Yes, of
course I knew what was going to happen. Luckily the glass was opaque so
that Azzedine couldn't spy on us.

   In the limo the Sheikh went fast about undressing himself. He tossed his
jacket and pants where he could. I got to lie flat on my back when he
pushed my legs over my face.

He had been so talkative before and now he was all action man and no word
came over his lips. The knickers stayed where they sat, but he began
ripping the panties like a madman off my legs. From the bar he grabbed a
bottle of wine and poured it over my chest, groin and face which he began
licking vigorously. His hands rubbed in the bloodlike color into every
pore, while he French kissed me and babbled:

   -Je t'aime, je t'aime, je vais te baiser toute de suite (I love you, I
love you, I am going to fuck you straight away), he whispered horny in my
ears. His thumb had found my crack line which gave way like a pudding fro a
knife. While he did this he seized the remote control of his stereo TV set
which turned on the VHS player. I recognized Labelle, their song blasted
into the car: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? (You want to fuck with
me tonight). He swapped the remote for some tube out of which he squeezed a
liquid with a very foul smell. He moved fast. The thumb covered with went
back to my hole. The finger kind of rimmed me and stretched me and made
sucking sound. I wanted to ask him something but he laid his finger over my
lips.

-Just wait and feel, he said.

He peeled of some more of his fancy underwear. A stark white vest lay at my
feet. The Sheikh puffed his chest and rattled his golden necklaces and
said: -You are going to be fucked by a royalty. Have you ever been?

-No my Sheikh.

My eyes focused on his pinnacle like nipples, they looked like small mosks
in a mocca colored desert. Yes he was hairless and every pore was visible
like grains of sand.

The lower part was still hidden by his boxers which were of a wine color
with golden elephants printed over them. I wondered about his elephant's
trunk inside of them.

Five minutes later I though the dentist had given me an injection in my
butt. My whole area around my anus was numb. Why did he do that? Soon I
found out.

He pulled his boxers down very slowly.

-Have a good look, my dear, he said. I am sure you never saw a royal mount
like this one.

Millimeter by millimeter it seemed, the boxers caressed down over his
strong muscular thighs. When they reached the pubic area I grew more
anxious. He had shaven off his hair there. Most Arabs do, I know out of
experience.

But he boxers had pitched a tent, an enormous one which by now got me
growing scared by the minute.

 The stripping was tantalizing and cruel, when I thought he was going to
show all,he turned around and showed me his slim polished and shaven
buttocks. The tent I could see had grown flat out in front of him. Then in
a spell he dashed back with it to me and there it was! A circumcised royal
rod of about twenty-seven centimeters long and definitely five in
diameter. I was in total shock.

-Oh my god I exclaimed, oh my god. No please, not this.

The sheikh was totally unimpressed with my fear.

-Now you know why I made your but asleep. You won't feel a thing, but I
will, and that is what counts. Now move those legs over your head, quickly!

   I felt the tip of his wet gland kiss my sphincter, and I knew just as
did with Omar, that I had no choice but to pretend I was a virgin. I wanted
to squeeze my anus muscles over his mighty intruder but I had no
control. My legs soared because of the awkward position they were in, but I
didn't dare to whimper. Now he had his long fine rod real deep and moving
like a relentless drill into me. He suckled on my ears and nibbled at the
lobes and pushed on doing his thing. The balls banging on my tight globes
had me drifting off once more to all the other fucks I had in my previous
years. A film of faces ran through my head. Mostly Arabs! But his fucks
were sweet and I longed for more. He was still young, in his early thirties
and he smelled great too. Another shove of his hard cock woke me up from
daydreaming and a loud moan when he came made me come too, but only in a dry way.

I wanted to explain that I had come already and that he woudln't get any of my semen over his lips. But the Sheikh waved his hand and said: don't worry I know. He kept my
cock inside his mouth, like he was waiting to taste my milk. He sucked and
sucked until he grew tired and whispered:

-Je t'aime (I love you), he said. Tomorrow I buy you other panties.

    He got us whisky on the rocks and a video called Death in
Venice. Outside an ugly wind rose up and immediately it poured cats and
dogs, but Azzedine had to wait next to the car for us without an
umbrella. I could see his djelaba got soaked wet.

Ali noticed that too and said:

-He is a stud too, don't you think so? If you like I could have you fuck
him. He would have to obey, because he is on my payroll, he laughed.

I looked at Azzedine, who couldn't see us. His butt was so wet one could
see his ass through the cloth because it was fine and white.

-He doesn't wear anything underneath, you see? I asked the Sheikh.

-I think I would love to have a go at him sometime, Sheikh, I smiled. Just
for the fun of it.

-Inch Allah (God willing), the Sheikh smiled and poured me out another
glass of whisky.

Having said that the sheikh pressed a button and the window went down
soundlessly.

-Azzedine!

-Yes, master.

-Take your clothes off.

Azzedine didn't quite hear or understand him. The rain was coming down like
thunder and deleted all human sounds.

So the Sheikh beckoned him to come closer to the window.

-Yes, Master?

-Turn around and roll your djelaba up as high as you can.

-What, Master?

-Don't be a fool, do it now!

I was still naked and getting a hard on by merely seeing Azzedine being
ordered around like a slave.

His ass was at the window's level, the djelaba was heavy with water.

-Now bend over! The sheikh barked. And part your cheeks real wide.

Now the Sheikh looked at me and said:

-So do what you like...

I spat on my finger and flung it into the hairy cleft and poked real hard,
I wanted to hear him cry, but he didn't whimper a bit.

-I want him totally naked my Sheikh.

-Did you hear that Azzedine?

The guy nodded and undressed in the lashing rain. Arif must have stayed
inside the house because of the rain. He was nowhere to be seen.

-I don't mind going out in the rain, my Sheikh, I have never done this but
this is really exciting me. Can I go out now, you just watch?

-Ok, go then.

I pushed the door wide open and leapt into the cold raindrops. It wasn't
that cold.

-On your knees, Azzedine, I want you on your hands and knees and keep that
asshole of yours real wide now, because it is my revenge now.

Azzedine's face stood blank of fear. He bent his head between his sinewy
upper arms s if he was going to watch me enter his crack.

I spat once more on my dick and plunged with all the strength and zeal into
his ass. I plowed the bastard so badly; he started to yelp like a puppy.

-Please Alex, my dear, stop now, it is humiliating.

-It is humiliating, huh? And what about me, huh? Ever thought of how you
used me and abused me? I should feel sorry for your rotten ass. No way!
Here take it now, and one more, fucking cunt you are. Now I will tell and
the Sheikh will tell how good a Moslem whore you are!

I pushed and heaved and pushed, the rains blessed my horniness, the drops
felt like nectar on my lips. I scratched his black globes with my nails, I
wanted to see his blood and I did.

-Hahahahhaaha, I heard the Sheikh snicker from his seat, nipping at a glass
of whisky.

-Very good, Alex, the best show I had.

I shuddered with spasms that went through my abdominal muscles; I gave it
all in cries ans pushes, letting out all the oppressed and muffled sounds of my past and present whoring life.

-Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, it went.

    But that had woken up some other instincts. The shepherd for m the shed
ran around the limo and soon found us still tied to each
other. Instinctively out of fear I suppose, my dick shrunk to size of
peanuts. I got up and slowly walked backwards watching the dog in the
eyes. He looked at me and then at Azzedine.  The sheikh grabbed me and
pulled me in and shut the door.

-Stay put, Azzedine, the sheikh ordered.

 The dog's snout sniffed Azzedine's sore butt. Just as last night the dog
whined or wept strangely. He looked back at me as if he knew what he
smelled. My semen. He barked at me and then turned back to the more
interesting party for him. The long tongue began lapping the way in to the
asshole. The he lowered his head and found Azzedine's scrotum.

   While I was watching this the sheikh put my hand over his stiff dick and
made me masturbate him. Then Arif showed up with an umbrella and called the
dog back. But the dog only showed his teeth and growled real mean. The
beast jumped on the butt and thrust into the youngman's black hole. Now he
barked again, victoriously scratching Azzedine's back. The pink shaft went
in all the way.

Arif shuddered with laughter.

-So, Azzedine, you are the guy who taught my dog to ride men. All those
times I left you alone with the animal you had sex with it? What a show,
Allah be praised to give me this show. I already wondered why my dog always
went for my zob (dick), when I was in the toilet or taking a shower.

-Wait, don't move, I have to film this, Arif shouted.

   A spell later, Arif was shooting the whole scene from all angles. I got
so excited by all this that I cam a second time. The Sheikh was not too
much of a fidel as he gobbled it all in.



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