Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2006 13:45:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student life 33

		  My life as a whoring student   part 33
			       by Aihu Fist

Copyright 2006 Aihu Fist.  All Rights Reserved.


    Both guards had come copiously and without shame.Why should they? I was
only a roumi whose arse they could fill at any time they wanted. I know it
wouldn't be the last time I'd see them. I was properly fed and taken care
of en occasionally I heard that `yes, lord' he is taken care of,or `No,
sir, he is sleeping right now and the Sheik allows no one near him.'

     The Lord always left without any protests or arguements. My sheikh
stayed away and no one could tell me anything about his whereabouts. I did
receive a box of the finest lingerie every day for me to wear. Once I got a
whole set: nylon stockings, a new corset, a bra and fake eyelashes and a
set of sex toys which included all kind of dildoes and special contraptions
to massage my cock.

     The guards changed ever so often, always new faces, some old, some
young, some bold some bald, but they were never obese or stinking out of
their mouth except for the high level of garlick they consumed, it was
quite pleasant to kiss them. But they wanted more and all of them had the
`cough desease'. It worked out perfectly well and though I was not at the
belly dance school it surely was a school of `can the roumi suck well?'and
how far can we get up his arse and with how many?

    One time they were fighting over me. The guards who had stayed that
night didn't want to leave me for the others to take over.They hadn't slept
one wink and fought to stay on guard. In the end it became another money
scam. One of them, the veteran in guarding, called Hamid, wasin charge of
me and everyone who wanted a go with me had to pay a week's pay of their
salary. When I found out, I blackmailed them to give it all to me or I
would inform the Sheikh. But that didn't work, Hamid showed me his
impressive dagger...no, not that one, dear reader, though his was the size
and shape of a dagger.

-You want me to carve up your face or or cut off your balls, Roumi?

I went scared shitless and freaked out.

-Then shut up your whore mouth, as a matter of fact, I'll shut it up with
this,' he whispered hornily and got his long rod through his fly.

Instinctively I opened my professional trap and let it come inside.

I heard some snickering in the back...the others were peeking through the
doorway grabbing their crotches.

-Zid, Hamid, zid, they whispered.

-Bara neik (go and fuck yourselves), he whispered back.

You like it roumi? Yes, shall I move faster and rougher,so that your
boyhole openes up more?

-Yes, Hamid, go on, I like it, you are such a stud, a real boyfucker, the
best I had.

He stopped instantly and stared deep and mean in my eyes.

-You think you can make fun of me? You think I am a zamel? Is that what you
think? That I can't fuck gazelas (women)?

He grabbed my throat in his strong fingers.

-Kiss me, you whore, kiss me and don't say a word anymore.

     His tongue searched for more sex and power.He was taking all I had
left in me. His tongue leapt out of me and cleaned my lips descending over
my chin to my throat. Where it got stuck like a leech. He was going to suck
blood out of me like a vampire?

I sweat in fear and lust. Ths sucking went on for at least ten minutes
while he banged my butt with fervor. I had lost resistance, my arms fell
like broken limbs next to my body, my face went from left to right with
every clash of his hips against my buttocks.

    I looked at the dagger next to his legs, it was within reach. I don't
know what came over me but I seized it and managed to swing it upwards and
plant it against his neck.

-Get off me, now! Or it is your last day, you hear, fuck off. I had enough
of you! Move.

    Hamid silently crawled off my body like a threatened tiger. Then in one
flick he slammed his hand against my left temple and I lost
consiousness. When I gained it back I had blood dripping out of my nose and
another guard working up my arse.

This one spoke Arabic too, like Hamid.

-He's come alive! He's alive, I saved his life! I told you if I'd fuck him
some more he would come back. Look at him, he smiles.

Yes, I did smile.Don't ask me why,maybe because this young man enjoyed it
so much to see me alive or maybe because Hamid hadn't killed me. The guy on
top of me overloaded me with kisses allover my face, so excited he was.

-Don't die, please..otherwise the sheikh will kill us all. Stay alive you
stupid zamel.

    He moved slow, his belly was taut and one could count his ribs on the
sides when he breathed.yes, he was totally naked. He rode me like a...ehm,
a camel? He held my face, with one hand on both cheeks pinched in by thum
and index finger.

-Huuu! He said and rode faster.

My legs grew heavy and tired, so he got hold of those and pushed them next
to my face. He pulled out and called his mate.

-Hold his feet next to his face and bring the tool box and some olive oil.

   In a minute everything stood ready.The bottle of olive oil got emptied
out half over my butt, it trickled over my balls and toward my belly.It was
a very sensual feeling. They didn't onject to my rubbing it in over my
tummy and scrotum.

    The two men looked at each other then back at me and I looked up and
down at both of them. Then the guy who held my feet next to my face punged
his hardened cock forcably between my lips.

-Moose (suck), he said.

The one with the bottle in hand broke out in laughter.

-You horny son of a bitch, you couldn't wait could you.You always have your
go, even when you were only twelve and all the men banged you, you never
complained. You like this roumi don't you?

    He plowed me as hard as he could, I tried not to have my teeth on his
fat dick, which was so fat, it nearly tore my lips to pieces. At the same
time three fingers eased into my crack, widening it with might and zeal. I
couldn't shout, but then I also didn't want to, it felt good and better
than with Hamid. The bastard was not around, I taught him alesson, he'd
better stay away now.

    I had no idea what was coming next, but here the plower flung the box
open and picked out a enormous dildo. The box said:Made in Germany and
showed a woman with a huge purple dildo up her ass as thick as an arm.

   The guy had his hands on similar model with small knobs on it. It had a
string tied to a battery. With one finger he switched the button to `on'
and the thing made a whizzing sound. It whirled on its axe in a very slow
mode. His hands fricioned it with the oil. Their eyes met again. Both
nodded to each otherwith a diabolic grin. Then the guy who had the dildo
made sign to me that I should look at what he was doing to do. I clenched
my anus together out of sheer fear.

I couldn't scream `noooooooo', because the guy kept his dick in me, pushing
harder and deeper until I nearly gagged. Then the edge of the rotating fake
penis touched down and skrewed itself in. It hurt, oh it hurt, I moved my
ass violently to shake it off, but the guy in the back squeezed my head
between his hands and said: -safi! (enough). The other guy slapped my butt
hard with the flat of his right hand.

-Shut up, zamel, you can take it, you can take all rods and sizes, we
know. The sheikh told us.

Here, I nearly spat out his cock, because I got angry and I couldn't
believe he said this.

-Yes, don't move or I spank you some more. Why do you think he leaves you
alone like that? And with us? We are the trainers, evry boy in this tent we
domesticate.We can do what we want,he said and will reward us if we make
something good out of you. You are the fifteenth boy in one year's time to
be tamed like this.

Again I jolted, I felt the dildo had reached my prostate.

-Good, good, the more you move, the deeper it gets and the more you will
get used to this. It is like taming a horse or a camel, sometimes we need
to use the whip. Would you like this roumi?

  He coughed and the tent opened, I could see it was dark already.A guard
came in with a short whip.

-Give it to me.

While he kept the dildo down with his left hand on top of the butt of it he
frisked me with the whip against my left buttock.

-You see how coarse it feels?  And what about this?

The whip landed briskly on my white flesh. I winced a bit. He was mild
though, he didn't want to hurt me. Again they looked at each other in
complicity with an all meaning smile.

-Let him talk, brother.

Out went the penis and I gasped for air.

-Why, you lie to me? I was going to belly dance school, the sheikh had
said.

-You are right at it and with private teachers and no competition, how is
that? Now get up and dance the way you think belly dancing is like.

I saw him turn up the level of vibration and I felt every change in my
rectum. The vibes were so strong I began to walk on my toes to avoid them.

-That seems to work out fine. Now put on your gear, we want to see
something for our money.

     He stopped the dildo's workand I got my stockings on with suspenders,
a brand new black corset with white fringes of lace, my knickers whcih in
the front had a pair of cherries dangling from the cockring. The backside
was plain open and my dildo stayed secured in my butthole.

-Don't forget your eyelashes and rouge, here is a mirror.

   He handed me a small one, that women use in their handbag. It took me
five minutes.the transformation was complete. While probably I was taking
too much time for their liking because crouched as I sat looking in the
mirror, he cranked up the dildo again, which got me on my feet.

-Now move that belley too.The sheikh said he had been impressed the way you
move that butt in front of his face. Just imagine I am him, you understand?

   I nodded adn got my arse moving neraly over his face. Then I paced
around the second guy and slammed my waist around the place.

-Zouin, zouin, yala! (Beautiful, go ahead)

    The dildo hurt wit every dance pace , but because of my concentration
on the dance I got used to it being there little by little. When I sank
down to my knees it really massaged my whole inside and gave me a yearning
for sex, as a consequence my rod grew in size.

-Great, you boy, now think that my friend is a rich sultan, what do you do?
You don't know? I know. You lick your lips and stroke your cock slowly and
proceed to jerk it in front of him.You do a pirouette a couple of times,
speeding up your jerking and then you climb on his knees and sit up his
cock over his dress, which will be hard by then, no question about it. He
will either push the dildo deeper or pull it out or kiss you....or shower
with money and then he will take you away to his tent. If he showers you
with money, the show in public is over and you follow him, no matter what
he wants or where he goes, if you donīt he will have you killed. Easy here,
different laws than in your country. Your head goes like that, you hear me.

I nodded.

-Now go on dancing and start jerking like I said.

    I did what he ordered.He cranked up the speed once more. And
consequently I danced faster as if I had turned into a doll on batteries.It
made me crazy.I moved like a sandstorm in the tent, leaping, tiptoeing,
strutting and shaking my arse. They dug it all.

    Suddenly,someone clapped in his hands. I turned around and there you
had the sheikh applauding for me.

-Very well done, what an artist you are, my princely roumi.

-Congratulations boys, good job you did. I knew you would do it well. Now
we need more time, but in say a a good week or too we have important
guests. He will be our star with small Gnawa boy of eleven, who will do the
first act. We alos have a special guest form the USA. He will be here
incognito of course.


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