I looked up and saw the rigid pole of the Arab’s sex meat hovering a few inches from my
mouth. My backside was already throbbing from the whipping I’d received at the hands of my
tormentors. I was in a kneeling position on the table, my legs pushed apart and the Arab
behind me had a firm grip around my hips as he rhythmically pounded my arse with his
manhood.
I knew what the Arab in front of me wanted and I knew I had no choice, unless I
wanted to be tied to the post out in the courtyard and be severely beaten for refusing
him.
Actually I’d been at the camp for a couple of months and had experienced one such
beating. It had taken a week or more for the bruising to go down, a week during which I’d
still been expected to satisfy the sexual needs of the various Arab guests of our captor,
Sheikh Al’almira.
“You, white slave, put my cock in your mouth and suck me well!” The Arab standing in
front of my face was clearly getting impatient. God knows, I thought, where the cock had
been before. I’d seen him wanking himself while I was having my arse thrashed - the
inconsiderate bastard taking me from behind had delivered that salvo of lashes from the
leather flogger.
I reached my head up and he grabbed my hair, forcing my head higher, extending my
neck. God he smelled awful, unwashed, as if he’d just ridden a camel. I closed my eyes,
opened my mouth and waited for the Arab’s sex meat to be thrust into me. He didn’t wait
long. I sensed the pulsing cock as it was pushed between my lips. The taste of him almost
made me gag, but gagging is not allowed.
Just at the moment he pushed his dick into my mouth, so the guy behind me rammed his
cock right into my arse, pushing me forward across the table. Suddenly, instead of an inch
of the foul-tasting meat in my mouth, I had at least four inches inside me and his
cock-head was touching the back of my throat. I attempted to complain but couldn’t get any
words out.
The Arabs were chatting to each other in their native dialect and seemed happy as
they both began the rhythmical actions they wanted. I was, quite literally, impaled by two
large cocks, impaled and their plaything.
After a minute, the Arab in my arse reached his climax. He pulled me back onto his
cock as he came, the roughness of his hairy abdomen bringing more pain and a
fiery-sensation to my well-whipped buttocks. His cock remained jammed to the hilt in my
arse until the explosions of his ejaculation had subsided. Only then did he release the
grip on my hips, though his rigid pole remained inside me.
Suddenly the Arab, whose cock I had been doing a sword swallowing act with, spoke to
me.
“Bitch, slave, I take you in the pussy. Abdul…” the rest of his sentence was lost in
Arabic. “Now, you let me lie on table and you straddle me with my cock up your pussy.”
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