Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 12:35:17 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Transgenderd - Lesli Story Part 16

Lesli Pt  16

After completing my first 'assignment' for Nabil, life settled into a dull
routine of days spent sleeping late and evenings watching satellite TV.
The girls, at least one or two of them, worked tricks every evening but
Sankit and I, being 'special' as Nabil put it, averaged one or two per
week.  My assignments took me into the city of Abu Dhabi or Dubai, even as
far as Sharsah, to posh hotels most of the time.  I was always chauffeured
there and back, given a room number, did my thing and left.  My third or
fourth trick was at the Galleria, and the nostalgia was a bit overwhelming.
I had really enjoyed my short time there, even if I didn't appreciate it
fully at the time.

Life became a long string of boring days and nights, punctuated, not enough
to suit me, by exciting evenings with a variety of men.  I had sex with
Arabs, of course, but the mixture of my customers was quite diverse.  One
of the most memorable for me was with an Englishman in the Dubai Hilton
hotel.  Memorable because I arrived to find what appeared to be an
attractive, if somewhat butch, middle aged woman.  'She' was, in fact, a
very influential international businessman who just happened to be a closet
transvestite.  And very good at it I must admit.  We had a delightful
'lesbian T' experience that I would come to remember to this day as one of
the most exciting, depraved, of my life, dabbling in the full range of sex
including, if I remember correctly, oral, anal, watersports, golden shower,
and scat.  I went there on three separate occasions during the week he was
in town for some convention.  I couldn't help thinking about Amanda
afterwords, and that with a tinge of depression at being so far from home.

Another memorable assignment was with Sankit.  We were dispatched,
together, to a beach front hotel in Abu Dhabi and entertained a Chinese
government official in his palatial suite by having sex on his bed while he
watched us.  We sucked and fucked each other while he masturbated, siting
in a chair pulled close to the bed.  He came in a large ashtray and made,
well made is not the correct word - I was so hot I enjoyed it - me eat it
and share it with Sankit.

Drugs, of course, are illegal in the Emirates as in most places, but I was
introduced to pot.  We smoked it on a regular basis, all supplied 'free' by
Nabil.  The girls were regular, heavy users, smoking it almost from the
time the woke til they went to bed.  Sankit refrained, but I, out of
boredom more than anything else, turned to it for relief.  It's amazing how
it made the days and nights pass.

All four of the girls had lesbian tendencies to boot, and didn't bother to
hide that activity.  They regularly comforted each other all over the
villa, by the pool, in the living room watching TV, and in bed.  After
Sankit and my experience with the Chinese, we added MTM sex to the action.
The truth was, as exciting as some of the tricks proved, we seldom came
home from an assignment satisfied.
   Given the situation we all found ourselves in, sex with each other
provided that missing relief, and life at the villa settled into work,
boredom, and relieving ourselves of the pent up sexual tension.  Add the
drugs, and life became a bit more bearable.  After about four weeks of this
life, I had trouble remembering the life I had led before, and it seemed
like I had been there for years.

The most bizarre experience was yet to come, and I write about it now,
still uncertain of all the details.  I was heavily into pot now, smoking
several joints a day, and the fog of this drug use is only lately beginning
to clear for me.  But it was so bizarre that it stands out as an example of
how low I could sink into the depravity so prevalent in such a male
dominated society that the Gulf was.  I haven't, to this day, decided if I
blame it on myself or the situation I was in, but I am slowly coming to
grips with what I did, or more precisely, what was done to me.  On the one
hand, it excited me in a most perverse way.  On the other, I can't look
back on it - it didn't bother me at the time - without thinking that it
was, without a doubt, the low moral point of my life.

And the funny thing about it was that my transexuality played no part in
Nabil's selection of me for this 'most special' of assignments.  I don't
know if he was good at selecting someone for this, or if everyone else
refused to do it, but at any rate, he figured he had at least a more
willing candidate in me.  I don't think I disappointed him in the least.

I knew something was different about this trick as soon as it began, Nabil
took special interest in dressing me, selecting the shortest of my short
dresses and insisting that I wear hose and heels instead of the customary
flat sandals that I usually wore so as not to attract too much attention
from hotel security guards.  He also accompanied me on the assignment, an
absolute first for me, and we sat in the back of the limo together on the
short drive up to Dubai.  He made sure I had a fresh joint to smoke on the
way, and by the time we hit the heavy traffic of the city, I was high as a
kite and relaxed as jello.  Trying to remember the day now, 'putty' seems a
more apt description.  I was putty in Nabil's hands, and he would use that
advantage to the fullest.

I've tried to relate the rest of this experience in the cold, hard reality
with which it happened, making every effort to refrain from feelings that
have surfaced later.  I caution the reader to do the same, and if you have
the slightest bit of misgivings about the subject of beastiality, PLEASE DO
NOT READ FURTHER.

Few experiences have affected me more than what was about to unfold.

Something was obviously different from the usual tricks I had been doing
for Nabil when I the limosine pulled up at what appeared to be stables.
But my pot soaked mind wouldn't focus on the questions I wanted to ask at
the time.  Nabil helped me from the car, and led me by the elbow to an
entrance door to one side of the large closed doors which defined the
front.  He knocked, and identified himself to the man who opened the door
slightly.  As soon as Nabil spoke with him the door opened and we were
ushered inside.  From the small entrance foyer, we went thru another door
into the vast cavern that was the stables.  I was trying to focus my sun
clenched pupils, but it took several minutes before they adjusted to the
dim light.  The combination of the sunlight, which made them contract, and
the dope, which made them dilate was too much for me, and I just couldn't
focus for the longest time.

Nabil and the other man were conversing in Arabic, of which I understood
nothing.  Nabil still had my elbow in his beefy hand as he and the man led
me down a long, wide corridor, with gates on either side.  The gates were
doors to each stall, but I didn't know it.  We came to what appeared to be
one end of the building, a large wall and stood there as Nabil and the man
chatted away.  I was oblivious now, the pot having maximum effect, and I
stood, slightly swaying between the two of them.

More Arabic, and now one of the gates, to my left I believe, opened and we
turned to face it.  Thru the fog of pot, I was able to make out what
appeared to be three or four men standing on either side of a white horse.
Nabil pulled me into the stall with them.  It was a fairly large area, I
thought, the floor covered with straw, and an almost overpowering smell of
urine.

More Arabic.

"He only speaks English" I heard Nabil say "you must direct him in
English."  Direct?  What the fuck was he talking about?  I knew better than
to question Nabil, so I kept quiet.

"His name?" one of the men asked.

"Lesli"

"Well, Lesli, welcome.  You are very...uh, attractive.  I hope you will
find the evening as enjoyable as we do."

"He will" Nabil assured him "he has a very adaptive mind."  I tried to
smile, I'm sure it looked silly.  I was stoned.

"This is Prince" the man went on, addressing me again "he is a very special
stallion who has sired an exceptional number of pure bred specimen.  He is
a very, very important member of the Royal Family's holdings."  He was
talking about the horse?  What the fuck?

The two men stationed to either side of the horse held on to his reins as
the man who had spoken to me took me by the hand and led me closer.

"You must be friendly, not threatening to Prince" he instructed and placed
my hand on the horse's nose.  "let him get used to your fragrance, let him
smell you."  And with that, he ran my hand up the side of the horse's jaw
to his ear and back down to his nose again.  Prince snorted once and
sniffed my hand.

"Good, good, he likes you."  What the fuck was he talking about?  What the
fuck were they doing here?

"Now, Lesli, let him feel your hand.....there" he said, pulling me along
Prince's body until my hand was on his rump.

"Yes, yes, and now......here" he continued, pulling my hand underneath the
horse onto his protruding belly.  I couldn't figure this out, it was stupid
as hell.  What did they want me to do, pet a horse?  Shit.

"And now....here" he said, guiding my hand slightly to the rear until it
touched something hanging down.  It was the horse's prick!  I recoiled in
horror as soon as it registered in my brain.  A horse cock?  What the fuck?

"No no, you mustn't draw back.  You must be very gentle and firm, but you
must never draw back.  He will sense this."

I tried to step back, to get out of the stall, but he grabbed my arm and
held me, speaking to Nabil in Arabic.

"Now, now Lesli" Nabil was at my ear, his voice soft but firm at the same
time.  "You must do as you are directed.  It is very important now."

"Nabil" I fairly slurred his name, the pot having done its job
"Wha.....wha....are...is?"

"Lesli" the other man began, in English now "you are going to give Prince
pleasure.  Nabil says you are very skilled at giving pleasure."  With that
he pulled me to Prince and placed my hand back under him.  The cock was
still limp, hanging down under him.  Even limp, if felt huge and my hand
would only partially encircle its girth.  I tried to pull back, but he held
me there.  Prince whinneyed and snorted.

"You see?  He likes you Lesli.  He knows."  I don't know what he knew, but
I knew I was way in over my head here, and the thought of trying to flee
again passed thru my mind.

But I couldn't flee.  Glancing around, I saw Nabil and three others
blocking any escape path.  And the man still held me by the wrist.  I was
trapped.

"Take off your dress now" he instructed.  The past year had conditioned me
to obey those types of command, and the past weeks with Nabil had enforced
that reflex.  I pulled the straps of my dress over my shoulders and the top
down, then wiggled it down over my hips, stepping out of it.  "And your
bra."  I complied, leaving me standing there in my panties, hose and heels.
I felt a shiver of excitement as I realized all the men were starring at my
partially clad body now.

"Such nice breasts" he said "such a convincing body."

"Best money can buy" I slurred.

"Now Lesli, it is very important that you follow my instructions closely.
This is not dangerous, but you must follow my instructions in order not to
be hurt.  Prince is excitable and the wrong moves, the wrong approach could
upset him.  And we don't want you hurt.  To the contrary, we want you to
enjoy this memorable experience."  I had a feeling it would be enjoyable,
but I didn't know how much I would enjoy it.

One of the stable hands placed a folded towel underneath Prince, and the
man took me by the shoulders and positioned me on my knees underneath the
horses stomach, facing rearward.  As he calmly and quietly instructed and
guided me, I reached up and took the mass of dark muscled meat in both
hands.  As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see what appeared to
be a giant salami, stretching from the front of my face to a massive sack
of hair and flesh below where it joined his body.  I had never seen a
sexual organ so large, and the thought of what I was sure I was about to do
sent further shivers pulsing thru my body.  The goose bumps popped out.

"That's right" he said as I began encirling the shaft of this thing with
both hands, instinctively pulling and pushing in what I thought passed as a
handjob.  "That's perfect."

The lights blinded me when they were turned on, it felt like the sun
shining in my face, but even in my fogged state of mind I realized they
were camera lights.  They were going to film this.  They were going to film
me jacking off this horse.  But that thought didn't stop me from my work,
and I continued to jack him as a face with a camcorder appeared off to my
right, just on the perifery of my vision.

I was in a state of complete submission now, and the pot had my mind so
under control that I knew I would do what I was told.  In fact, as I tried
to tell myself, I wanted to do this.  All the factors added up to that.
The fact that I was on my knees, partially nude, being watched, being
filmed all added to the excitement.  And the pot set my mind to it.

"Good, good" the voice above me said "now, lick him.  Use your tongue to
say hello to him the way your hands are doing."  My mind tried to say the
same thing, but I really didn't need my mind to tell me anything now, I was
sinking into the sexual morass of desire and excitement now and my auto
pilot was on.  I brought my mouth to the foul smelling tip of this piece or
horse meat and kissed it.  My nostrils were completely full of the smell,
the overpowering aroma of raw animal sexuality.  My mouth opened, almost
involuntarily, and my tongue touched the opening.  The taste was even
stronger than the smell, and I had to fight the reflex to withdraw it.
Instead I ran it along the circumference and down the side.  In fact, I
licked it all over, all I could reach that is.  It was so long I would have
to reposition my self on the towel to lick along the entire length, which I
did, until I came to the huge ball sack.  Prince snorted and tried to move
back, but the boys on either side of him held him, and one more moved to
calm him.  That gave me the opening to explore the ball sack with my
tongue, which I did, trying to take one of his huge balls in my mouth
before giving up and licking the underneath side.

I shifted position again, facing forward, and licked back up the shaft, the
huge horse cock above my head now.  As soon as I came to the tip, I turned
again, covering as much of it as I could with my open mouth.  I found if I
stretched farther than I thought possible I could actually get part of the
head in.  I held this position while I jerked with both hands.

It was about then that I realized that I was enjoying this.  As funny as it
sounds, I was excited by it.  It turned me on, and even in the pot induced
fog I was in, I was excited.

And so, apparently, was Prince as I became aware of him moving around, his
rear hoofs clacking on the straw covered concrete.

I was totally focused on what I was doing now, oblivious to the lights, the
camera and everything else around me.  I found myself clutching his shaft
as my mouth and tongue continued to work on the tip.  I became vaguely
aware of another pair of hands, between mine and Prince's ballsack, pumping
him in phase with my efforts.  And two pair of hands behind that, holding
on to his legs, steadying him so I could work uninterupted.

And work I did, my mouth hanging onto the end of his cock, my nostrils
inhaling the horse's aroma as my hands worked furiously jacking him off.  I
was hard now, my prick straining to escape the confines of my skimpy
panties.  I shifted my knees now, trying to keep my mouth on him, afraid
and hoping he would cum.  The depravity had replaced my inhibition now, and
I wanted desparately to bring Prince off in my mouth, to taste his essence,
his seed in me.

He was magnificent, I thought, he was the object of my sexual desire and I
felt myself feeling a strange affinity for him.  I wanted him to like me,
to use me, to fill me.  I couldn't get enough.

I was beyond thinking now, I was beyond questioning whether this was right
or wrong.  For me at least, and from the way Prince was acting for him too,
it was the right thing.  We were locked together in a dance of passion, the
feeling right for both of us.

I moved my left hand down and around to the back of my panties, stretching
the flimsy silk open, and my outstretched fingers found my crack and,
lower, the wetness of my hole.  It was fairly gaping with excitement, and I
slipped a finger inside.  There was no resistance as the lips parted
involuntarily and loosely gripped the invading digit.  Raising to a
squatting position, I pistoned it in and out rapidly, finger fucking
myself.  Princes cock to my mouth, my finger in my hole, I was awash in
sexual excitement as the men watched, fascinated at my depravity.  I didn't
care, this is what they wanted me to do, wasn't it?  A good show for the
camera?  For their own depravity?  No, they weren't part of this now, it
was Prince and me that were going to satisfy each other.  They were just
there to get in all on camera.

And that's what they were doing, the camera, the lights, shifting from one
position to the other to get this whole crazy thing on film.

The hands on my shoulders had to literally drag me away from my love
interest as I didn't want to stop what I was doing for even a second.

"Come" the director was saying to me as they drug me from underneath the
horse "up here.  A break."  What was he talking about, a break?  I didn't
want a break, I wasn't tired and I was sure Prince wasn't tired.  He was
ready, I was sure of that, to explode at any minute.  But I couldn't fight
them all, and a combination of hands managed to pull me to my feet, where I
stood, shaking with passion.  I tried to reach back under Princes belly to
find that wonderfully erect mass of maleness, but the hands pulled me back.

"Here" Nabil was saying, somewhere off in the distance but actually just
beside me "sit on the bench, here.  Relax."

"I...I...don't need......I need..." I tried to reason with him but the
words wouldn't come out like I tried to.

As I sat back on the bench in the stall, I saw the two stable boys still
working on Prince's erect cock, keeping him excited, keeping him hard.  I
wanted to be back down there, sucking him off, but I sat in a fog watching
them work on him.

"Here, take this.  You like?" It was Nabil speaking to me as he put the
joint to my lips.  I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke invade my lungs,
where I held it as long as I could before exhaling.  The effect was
immediate, adding to the joint I had smoked in the car, and all that I had
smoked before that today.  I took another, and another, until I finally
lost track, lost control.  He must have fed me the whole thing in the few
minutes of 'break'.  My mind was completely gone now, the dope deadening my
brain to the point that I couldn't stand when he told me to, and I had to
be helped up and over in position for the rest of the film.

I have to really dig deep to remember what happened next.  As a matter of
fact, I would question it until I finally saw the video tape a few days
later.  The few lucid thoughts I remember, reinforced by seeing the tape,
make up the basis for the rest of my narrative.

IF ANY OF THE PRECEEDING HAS GIVEN YOU CAUSE TO DOUBT YOUR ABILITY TO DEAL
WITH THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

It was a low table, narrow and long, and they helped me to it and laid me,
face down on it, spreading my legs so they hung off to either side.  Hands
positioned me just so, pulling me back until I was vaguely aware that my
cock, pressed between the table and my stomach now, rested just on the back
edge.  The edge cut into my hardness causing it to soften from the
pressure.  I lay with my head to one side, my cheek on the table, starring
into the camera lights.  My tits were mashed flat, or at least as flat as
they could be mashed, against the table.

I was so fucked up by the dope that I couldn't focus on anything, and I
closed my eyes to shut out as much of the blinding light.

I was vaguely aware of movement behind me somewhere, the soft clacking of
hooves as they must have brought Prince forward to where I was.  Hands
roughly tore at my panties, and another pair pulled my legs together and
held them, parallel to the floor, while they were removed.  I was clad only
in hose and high heels now, stretched back out on the table with my legs
repositioned to the sides.

Someone was back there now, spreading my ass cheeks as wide as they would
go.  And then the cool, wet salve that felt like a cream, or a lubricant,
was smeared all between my cheeks.  He rubbed in all over the entrance to
my hole, and then inside.  I felt the heavenly coolness as his finger made
it's way past my totally receptive sphincter and into my bowels.  He worked
his finger around in circles up there, driving me crazy with anticipation.
I tried to push back to capture more of this delightful invasion, wanting
him inside me as far as he could go.

The second finger went in as smoothly as the first, and the third as well.
I was completley open to him now, and didn't even feel the fourth, my
muscles so relaxed by the constant attention and my heightened sexual
state.  He was hand fucking me now, and I moved backwards and forwards on
the table, my feet touching the floor and giving me some leverage.  By the
time the tip of his thumb slipped in beside the other four fingers I was
oblivious to any discomfort.

As a matter of fact, although I had never had five fingers inside my butt
hole before, I was so well used back there that my muscles could accept
even more.  Constant fucking over the last six months had prepared my
muscles to relax, resistance to melt away, almost immediately on contact.
He was in to the knuckles and I was straining to accept his whole hand.

As he withdrew his fingers, a cool blast of air swept inside my greased
cavity and set me on fire.

"Ooooh....ahhhhhh" I would later hear myself on tape, moaning with obvious
delight at what was happening to me back there.

The hooves clacked toward me, and I as I opened my eyes I could see the
stable boy infront of me, then the bulk of Prince's legs as they moved
slowly past and I became aware that he was being positioned above me.  I
couldn't make out how it was being done, but I knew they were doing it, and
before I knew it, I could feel the hair of the underneath side of his belly
brushing against my back as they drew him over me.  I closed my eyes.  It
was all so weird.

The stab of pain in my ass was excrutiating, and the scream burst from my
lips.  I couldn't help myself, it was a pain induced reaction, and I ground
my stomach into the table trying to get away from whatever it was that was
doing this to me.  But the table was unyielding and I had no choice but to
lay flat on it and take this abuse.  The hands held my shoulders down as
another two pairs grabbed me by my thighs and denied me any chance of
escape.  Spread as they were over the table, I was completely open to the
invasion taking place behind me.  I tried to clench my sphincter, but it
only made the pain worse, so I tried the opposite, opening myself as best I
could.

"Oooooh....oooooooooo.....stop...stop....oooohhh.....noooo....ahhh....." I
blabbered, hoping they would understand that this was just too painful.

"Easy" the voice intoned "easy.  Relax. Relax."

"Nooooo...oh, nooooooo....please....don't....please....stop.....I...I can't
take.....oooohhhh....." but they didn't stop.

Words in Arabic, then hands underneath my stomach pulling me upward,
fitting my body to the horses.  And more pain, stretching, pulling, as what
felt like a telephone pole being lodged inside me.

The tears were flowing like a river now, I was coughing and sputtering in
between cries of pain.  And they wouldn't, the didn't stop.  I would see it
all, later on the film, and I was amazed at how they handled me, at least
five pairs of hands on me, with another two guiding Prince into me.

And into me he went.  I would only remember the pain now, but I would see
later, on the film, how I had done the seemingly impossible.  How I had
accepted an unbelievable length, not his entire length, inside my stretched
asshole.  I think the only thing that saved me from being split completely
open by that huge cock was the fact that they just couldn't lift me high
enough to force it all inside me.  I was certainly stretched to the point
of accepting the girth, but the length would have torn my insides to pieces
if they had been able to force more up there.

The tape would show Prince trying to hump me, trying to raise up on his
hind legs and mount me like a mare.  But the stable boys had tight hold of
his reins, holding his front legs down.  It would show the other two pairs
of hands furiously pumping the rest of his cock, the part outside me.

I have to rely on the tape for the rest of this, because I must have passed
out.  Pleasure?  Dope?  Pain?  I don't know, probably a combination.  I do
remember the pain subsiding a bit, so I don't think it was pain that made
me pass out.  But pass out I did.

The tape goes on for another ten minutes, showing me splayed out before the
magnificant creature as his cock pistons in and out of my back side.
Camera angles change, zooming in to get the best shot possible, from behind
and beneath the action, and I see the unbelievable sight of that mass of
dark horse meat sliding in the most dilated hole I've ever seen.  It is
utterly unbelievable, my cheeks appear to be two feet apart.

There is furious action now, hands pulling Prince's cock from me, it's
spewing what appears to be a quart of milk as it's extracted.  There's cum
everywhere, on me, in me, on the table, on the hands that are pulling it
away, and it just keeps on shooting, gushing, out.  Prince must have liked
me.

The camera cuts to a close up, from behind, of hands spreading my cheeks
apart, revealing a gaping cavity that I don't even recognize for a few
seconds.  Then the hands grip at the edges of this cavity, pulling the skin
back to show the insides.  It looks like a Christmas blizzard in there, all
white.  The first spurts of Prince's orgasm must have deposited at least a
pint of cum inside me.  The camera moves closer still to show the goo being
sucked inside me by a combination of gravity and the spasms of my bowels as
they involuntarily tighten and loosen in a veritable swallowing motion,
long after I had lost conciousness.  The gobs slowly slide up me, away from
the camera, leaving my canal whitewashed.

And then the shot changes to another of me on my knees, under Prince, his
slimey horse cock in my hands, my tongue and mouth lapping and eating the
remnants of his orgasm, cleaning his cock of the gooey present he made for
me.

Another shot, this time I'm standing, looking directly into the horses
face.  As the camera pans closer, I kiss his nose, cum strings all over my
face and hanging from my chin.

And then the tape ends.

to be continued

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