Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2006 18:44:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student life 32

		  My life as a whoring student   part 32
			       by Aihu Fist

Copyright 2006 Aihu Fist.  All Rights Reserved.



    I was thinking that I had a very good deal with the sheikh, being
showered with sexy lingerie and obviously I was his true love, the only
one. I needed to reciprocate a little and show him I really loved him too.

-Come on, my little prince dance a bit for me! He shouted, showing his
white glamorous teeth.

    I made a pirouette like only Michael Jackson could do. I tiptoed around
him, my arms in the air over my head in a Hindu worship mode. I whizzed
like a bee and leapt in the air. Then panting I stood in front of him,
bowed and offered him my behind, which he sweetly accepted in both hands. I
seated myself on them. His strong arms moved me like a forklift at the
level of his face. He kissed my buttocks over and over until it tickled too
much and I jumped off, whirling once more like a desert storm cleaning the
tent I was in.

-Bravo, bravo, zouin, zouin (nice).

I knew those words. I was happy, I pleased him and I couldn't do anything
wrong.

-You really are someone, you know. Have you ever thought of performing for
people?

-No, I lied.

-really, you are a gem of a kind. You could dance for all of my friends, I
would be proud of you. As a matter of fact you could earn some pocket money
for yourself as a belly dancer^Å

-That's very difficult and it is for women to do, isn't it?

-No way, we have many young boys in Bahrain and Oman dancing like that at
private parties, you can learn if you like. I'll send you to a belly
dancing school, and there you find only males. Women only dance for
tourists.

     The experience of dancing in a drugged state of mind in Brussels and
in the Spanish brothel was still very fresh. But those were forced upon me,
now I could choose; I thought and earn my own money.

-How long is this school course, sir?

-Could be a crash course of a few weeks or months, I think you have the
excellent body for it and enthusiasm. Most of the boys there, don't like
it, they are real little macho wimps, but then they are coerced to do this
by their owners.

-Are they slaves?

-Kind of, and much younger then you are, by the way. They put up a lot of
resistance in the beginning, but with a few punishments like no
entertainment with videogames, they go quite quickly for it, but so far I
have seen none of them that dance with your plasticity. You are a born
natural dancer!

     While he said this he drew me near to him. His rough hands skidded
over my bum from the backside through my thighs and found my balls and
cock.

-We would have to design you a very nice costume to get these to come out
better, he said and gave a strong tug at my scrotum, my balls in his fist.

-This is your biggest pride in the dance, my roumi; this here is what my
friends would relish. We could dress or paint you in gold and have these
covered in a huge pouch with feathers on them, like a peacock. My guests
must have the chance to grab them too; you would have to dance in front of
them and push your cock in their face or show them a hard-on while you
dance. Can you do that? Can you dance with a very erect cock? You must
dance like a peacock who feels like desert lion. You have to impress them
and they will douse with money. Maybe we could lock your jewels up with a
chastity belt and the one who gives you most of the money will get the key
and^Å

Here he choked his words.

-And, sir?

-Ahm, he will take you another tent and fuck you for as long as he likes
the whole night.

-That would turn me into a whore again.

-No, my sweetie, don't take it like that^Åthat would be a gift from my
guests to you, like receiving a degree, an award, because they are not
nobodies, they are princes, sheiks like I and sultans. It is like going to
bed with the king of your country. Wouldn't you be honoured if you the kind
of Belgium fancied you?

-Don't know, I don't find him very handsome.

-That's beside the question, he would have his royal dick up your commoner
bum, royal sperm up your ass, what about that.

-If I only could be pregnant of him and get married, that would be
different, wouldn't it? I laughed.

I saw it all happening in front of me. King Baudewain and I in bed, raising
my legs and have him shove it all in.

-It is not a fantasy, my dear, it can all be arranged, and I have
connections. Now let's concentrate on your dancing course and your
costume. We could have you wearing a kind of lion mask and a tail
behind. Lovely^Åa tail in the front and one behind. You must strut your
male appendix like a trophy for everyone to see and want.

    I nodded. He hadn't lost his grip on my balls while he continued
talking.

-Ooh, I love these, Allah is my witness, and you are an angel with a
devil's desire and lust...

The lace was tight around my buttocks with a tiny opening for my anus which
had a ring in front of it that could be tightened and closed with a
string. . My cock and balls hung through another whole that was very much
like a cock ring in gold.

-This in time we have to change into one that can be tightened for you to
have your prize-winner stand for a whole dance.

    He clapped in his hands again. It took only five minutes before the
guard appeared with another box.

-Open up, my zouin roumi.

Inside this time I found a corset.

-This used to be of my wife, but it'll suit you better.

    My waist was still very narrow. He laid the corset above my hips and
strapped it real tight on me. My nipples stuck out over the rim which was
decorated with red laced frills.

-I get so excited when I see you like this, you are not a boy and yet not a
man, you are no girl and you are no boy either.

Another tug at my balls followed.

-Now, I have to go, have some business to do. See you tomorrow. Oh, and by
the way, the guard here is your personal bodyguard, he is not allowed to
let someone approach you but me, you hear? I take this djelaba with me to
smell the scent of your body you left in it.

I nodded. Wow, I had a bodyguard like a royal! I buried myself in the
cushions and yawned. It got very late, I suppose it was around two am, we
had been talking so much. I couldn't undo my corset. Was I supposed to
sleep like this with this on? I clapped my hands to call the guard. The
curtain moved a bit.

He spoke only Bedouin and not a word of English. His face was black like a
Gnawa.

How was I supposed to communicate with him?

I made gestures of cold I was and to help me strip off the corset and how I
wanted a blanket^Åtemperatures had dropped fast. This was a kind of desert
I was in.

    He looked at me, and then looked back through the curtain behind him
for a minute. What was he looking for?

He held up his hand like `wait'.

    It took him fifteen minutes for him to appear again. I had hidden
myself under the cushions. He coughed, the curtain moved again and I
noticed a second black face. He coughed too, and shut the curtain.

I had two bodyguards?

The one who had gone now said something I didn't understand. He approached
me unsmiling and got his hands on my head. He cupped the back of my skull
and caressed my cheek.

   I repeated the signs for the corset to be taken off and of how cold I
felt. He whisked me around and got the tight thing of. I was able to
breathe normally. Another cough, I heard from outside. And my guard
disappeared back to the outside. I heard a conversation in Arabic.

-Is this roumi her inside?

-Yes, my lord.

.Are you guarding him well?

-Yes, my lord.

-Good, report me any strange happenings, and check on the boy sometimes if
he needs something. Is he sleeping?

-Yes, my lord.

-Zouin (nice), goodnight.

-Goodnight, my lord, both men answered.

Who was this lord, if it wasn't the sheikh? One of his guests he told me
about?

The curtain rustled and in came my guard once more. Now more assured and
daring. No more looking back.

I flapped my arms like wings around my body.

-I am cold, I said in Arabic^Åcold!!

    He took my head again and began frotting through my hair. He whispered
something like a strange prayer, the same sound over and over, murmuring
his words and closed his eyes.

    He coughed again. The other guy coughed back twice.

They had a secret language about something.

    The guy in front of me was tall and strong, his hands were the size of
Belgian wafers!

I was still waiting for him to conjure up a blanket, but he
didn't. Instead, his hand reached the back of my neck and pushed me down on
my knees, he raised his long military caftan, unbuttoned his trousers with
one hand that fell like the countless ones I have seen, from his waist down
to his ankles, and my head moved toward his drooling cut cock.

-Leh!!! (no)I hissed. And I shook my head strongly.

    He couldn't give a fig for my refusal. He spat on my face in contempt
and sunk his dick into my throat and I made no more attempts of refusal. I
just sucked like a good whoreboy. With long sucking hauls I latched onto
the bluish veins on the shaft. His legs were hairless like those of a
child, that excited me and he did not bark at me when I stroked them from
the knees up to his balls and backdoor.

     His sex limb was still swelling in my mouth and it seemed I would run
out of saliva with so much meat in throat. Nothing was being said, he just
did his thing, now that his boss, the sheikh wasn't around. He sure was my
bodyguard. But he didn't guard my body so much as he raided it. I tired my
tongue; I couldn't keep up with the scraping of his cock in me. The wind
from his nostrils made heavy horny sounds. He got hotter so he threw off
his caftan and stepped out of his trousers. Around his waist he had two
strings with small pouches and lion teeth dangling from it.

    I was in awe of it the cat teeth and wanted to touch, but pushed my
hand away and got angry, as if I had committed some sacrilegious act. In
his anger he pushed me back and I fell on my back into the cushions.

I quickly wanted to get up and got on all fours, which was a mistake as
that was exactly the position he was waiting for. Faster than a lion he got
on his knees, got hold of my haunches, spat in my boy hole and buried his
fat cock in me. I leaned on my elbows and parted my cheeks for him to move
in better. I didn't want to feel pain. I felt tight, probably because his
was so fat and broad like I never had one like that in my life. The moaning
went louder and lasted longer in sighs. He clutched his fingers around my
tummy and held on very tight onto it. I had to be brave and endure. My head
was sitting under his chin; he blew in my hair like a madman. I knew he was
going to come any minute now, so I put my paws on his his balls while he
kept on pushing forward with short grunts.

-`Oooaoeaooaoah,' he shrieked out and came.

    But he kept me close to his body for some minutes, until the other one
outside coughed once. The soldier got up, jumped in his clothes, coughed
three times and changed guards with the other one, who came in stumbling
over his own shoelaces he had already unfastened. He was the size of a
fourteen year old^Åmaybe he was that age. He looked so young and eager to
get his rocks off.

    I was barely recovering from the rugged back rocking and this guy was
already half naked jerking off his cock though his fly. He had a beautiful
crisp afro bush around the base of his cock. He stuck out his tongue, which
was wet and rosy and brought it to the top of his nose.

-Enti zouin, he said.

    He kneeled before me, forced me on my back and inserted his index
finger in my hole. He shot it in and out a few times and then put it in his
mouth. The finger came back in and thrust forward like hard pin, rotating
it and curling up his finger feeling me up. He got his army trousers open,
managed to find his own arse and fingered himself for a while, brought it
out and smeared it over my shivering lips.

-Lick it, he said in thick accented Arabic.

   I tasted a bit of his stool, but swallowed it all in. He had a nice tuft
of adolescent hair over his upper lip. He could have been fifteen or
sixteen too. I had a bold idea. He was not an Arab, but a Bedouin. I caught
his hand and brought it to his own lips and made him lick it. He was kind
of puzzled about that move and before he could react I got him on his back
in the cushions, yanked his trousers off and I pounced him. Got his legs up
and found his crack with no resistance. He just smiled and beamed at me. I
coughed up a wad of phlegm in my hand and rubbed his boy hole with it. Then
I began riding him. His legs lay over my shoulders; he squinted at me,
brought his tongue forward and touched a nipple with it. I surged forward,
god he really was something. My dick warmed up like a moped, we were made
for each other, he embraced me with all his strength and ended up French
kissing for a spell. God I moved in him, like a dolphin jumping through the
waves, like surfer on his wet board. He came in spurts on my tummy; he was
so precocious, premature ejaculation at his age?

    Then it was my turn to hit his body within. I ejaculated with the full
force so much I thought he would get it against his palate. We rubbed our
noses and our cocks below mixed well racially. He looked to the curtain and
pointed out that he didn't want to be seen like this, below my
body. Neither he nor the other wore underwear; I didn't want to let him go
and began yanking at his cock until it got hard.

-Let me suck you, I said,' but I didn't wait for his 'yes' o 'no', I just
went for it. I cherished some surviving pure semen that was lost outside of
me. I nearly chewed on his rubbery meat, so much pleasure I got out of
it. He was my kind of mate; I just sensed that we were one of the same
kind. My teeth ground his nut sack and he backed off relaxing on his
back. His inner thighs tightened very much so when I had both cock and
balls in my mouth, he nearly shook like a spastic patient. Got my finger in
his crevice too which he seemed to have anticipated. I pestered him with it
by poking in and out, that's what made him jolt and squirm till he had a
dry orgasm.

    He jumped on his legs, and dressed fast. Then he coughed three
times. The curtain opened like Sesame's gate and he disappeared, I had
finally some time left to sleep and I wasn't cold anymore.



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