Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade, Part 15

Previously posted September 14, 2007

At the end of our five days in the field, we all gathered back at Ernst’s house. Ernst was there to greet us with a big smile and his bright shiny green eyes. He had already heard about Odji’s demise and had some news of his own. Apparently, Akbar had been executed by hanging while we were out in the field. We just shook our heads. Egyptian justice meted out. I would have been more than satisfied with a life sentence. But it wasn’t up to me. Roble looked pleased with this outcome. Ernst had hired the two harem workers that Roble and Mr. Butterfly had given testimony to help. He said they were hard workers.

We went into the house and over chrysanthemum tea discussed how we would deal with our finding more of the new species that were first discovered in Thailand. Roble agreed that he would write the paper for a peer reviewed entomology journal and put Mr. Butterfly and I as co-authors. He would thank Ernst and the MEFF for funding and support, and thank Basim for his contribution in the area of technical support. Everyone was satisfied with that plan.

Mr. Butterfly and I were faced with the daunting task of packing for our flight back home tomorrow morning. This trip was certainly our longest ever. I began by organizing my things on the bed. Nuri came in and asked if he could do any last minute laundry before I left and I gave him a couple of things from the past five days in the field. I thanked him for being such a good guy and he left. Right behind him was Ernst. He came in and sat on the bed.

“Let me make this easy for you.”, he said. “I don’t want you to feel that you owe me anything for housing you these past two weeks. Please don’t feel that owe me anything as your host, most certainly not when it comes to who you sleep with tonight. If you want to sleep with Basim and not me, that is fine.”

I sighed. “Oh god, Ernst, I don’t know what to say.”

“You will have to say something eventually.”

“What can I say? But, thank you, you have made it easy for me. I had no idea how to broach this with you. Thanks for being so understanding.”

Then I walked to where he was sitting and gave him a big hug. The fact of the matter was that while I was with Basim for five days, we had gotten closer and I didn’t want to betray that by being with Ernst again. But how could I tell Ernst about it without pissing him off? When did trysts get so complicated anyhow?

* * *

Meanwhile in Mr. Butterfly’s room, Nuri had just left with his laundry and Roble came in and locked the door behind him. Mr. Butterfly looked up and said “Locking the door this time of day? What does that mean Roble?”

“This is what I am thinking. I have been brutally raped. My assailants have met with justice and are dead. I need you to make me whole again. I trust you to take me as a man takes a man and love me gently, the way it is supposed to be done.”

“If I understand you correctly, you mean you want me to top you?”

“Precisely. Please, if you will. That is what I would like you to do for me.”

“Are you sure you are healed enough?”

“Yes, I am sure. Please do this for me.”

“Um, that is so not a problem Roble.”

With that, the young explorer moved closer to his entomologist lover and kissed him full on the lips. Roble opened wide for it and their mouths locked as their hands began to feverishly undress each other. As their skin became bared, the breeze from the window felt wonderfully cool on their nakedness. Clothes dropped away exposing pectorals, obliques, abdominals, butts, and erections. Hands began grasping and groping while pleasured sighs escaped their mouths. Nipples were sucked and twisted. A condom was donned. Roble was gently laid on back on the bed with his legs in the air and the young explorer aimed his erection at Roble’s exposed brown pucker. Already lubed up, he gently pushed his way in and watching Roble’s face he could see that it wasn’t hurting so bad during the entry.

As a matter of fact, Roble was enjoying it quite a bit. Quickly, the young explorer kissed Roble while they made love. His erection slid easily in and out of Roble and it felt so good to the young explorer. Roble was also transported; his eyes were rolled back in his head. Then Roble began to speak.

“Oh god. Please fuck me harder, just a little bit harder now. It won’t hurt me. Harder please!!!”, he exhorted Mr. Butterfly, placing emphasis on the last please. So, the young explorer, who had been being careful, now threw caution to the wind and began to pound away at Roble’s fine specimen of an ass. He lost himself in what he was doing, lost himself to all sensation in his dick, in his groin. It was as if all of the feeling in his body was centered there. Damn! It felt so good!

He could hear Roble begin to moan with pleasure and he opened his eyes to look at the beautiful man lying underneath him.

“God, I’m not going to last much longer.”, Roble said.

Mr. Butterfly was too out of breath to reply as he neared his climax also. He could feel his semen rise out of his testicles and pour forth heatedly into the condom in spurts as he busted his nut. There was no feeling on the planet quite as pleasant. Roble must have been aware of it too, because he came shortly thereafter all over himself. The young explorer collapsed on top of Roble with his exertion.

Both men caught their breath and slid apart slightly to look into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you. I am whole again.” Then Roble bent forward a tiny bit and kissed the young explorer on the lips.

The young explorer replied “It was my pleasure.”, and he winked and then he smiled. Then they just hugged each other really tight.

* * *

That night, I slept with Basim and once again we had our gentle and orgasmic love making. I was on top this time. I could only get about two thirds of Basim’s huge erection into my pussy, but he was just that big. Fortunately, it was also enough for Basim’s pleasure. But all of the contact inside me drove me wild and I came multiple times. Fuck, that guy was such a turn on!

Basim was curious as to how I had excluded Ernst from my bed and I explained that Ernst had been the one who was understanding and mature and came forward to make the offer. Basim was surprised, but relieved. I was tremendously relieved myself. He held me for the last time that night. I was going to miss him really badly. Maybe I should consider settling down. Sigh. Nah.

* * *

The next morning, we said heartfelt our farewells to Ernst, Nuri, Roble, and Basim and thanked Ernst profusely for his hospitality. Then, Basim took us to the Cairo International Airport. I gave him a huge hug goodbye before we boarded our flight.

Once on the plane, I turned to Mr. Butterfly and said “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad to be going home.”

“Me too.”

“I’m going to miss Basim though.”

“I’m going to miss Roble.”

We held hands across the armrest and had a little cry together and it felt really good.

THE END

Friday Fantasy: Egyptian Escapade Part 14

Previously posted Sept. 7, 2007

Meanwhile in the adjoining room, Basim hugged me tightly to his huge muscular chest until I could scarcely breathe. We were already naked as he led us to our bed. He plunged his strong tongue into my mouth forcefully and I did not resist, opening wide for him. He pushed me onto the bed and held me down. “Gently my sweet.”, I urged.

“I just want you so bad, all to myself. I can’t help it.”, he murmured as he took my breast into his mouth. Finally he his giant erection entered my tight pussy and the sheer size of it made me gasp. I had forgotten just how big he was. I almost blacked out as the multiple orgasms began and I wrapped my legs around him. My flesh was so tight around his dick, I was surprised I had room for spasms, yet there it was. It was so fucking hot, and I just couldn’t stop them. Basim noticed too and was completely turned on. He sure was not going to last long under these conditions with all of my spasming going on inside. He began to moan with each stroke, and as they got faster and closer together so did his moans. We made love desperately, as if this were our last opportunity, when in actuality, we had five days. He came explosively, with a final grunt, then pulled out and disposed of the condom.

“I can see why Ernst is so selfish with you. I would be too.” Then he gave me a huge grin and held me close.

“Oh stop it Basim, you’ll make a girl blush! Go to sleep now.”

* * *

The following day, after a quick breakfast of coffee, tangerines and dates, Basim and Roble took us in the vehicles to the Nile to catch water striders.

Roble, Mr. Butterfly and I donned our waders and mine actually fit me! Roble and I handled the nets and collection jars and Mr. Butterfly took care of the records and securing our catch. Basim guarded us from the top of Roble’s truck and watched out for Nile crocodiles.

I must say there were tons of water bugs to catch and plenty of striders. But they were pretty quick little buggers. There was a knack to catching them and Roble showed me how. He was a good and patient teacher. You just had to get them scampering towards your net with one hand and then swoop them up with net in the other. We caught tons of them this way. Then we would move on to another spot in the river.

We caught bugs every morning and during the afternoon heat, we would sort and examine our catch under microscopes in our rooms, documenting our findings. By the end of the week, we had found more of the new species already identified last week, but no additional water strider species.

At night, Mr. Butterfly and Roble continued to explore each other, for “scientific” purposes only I am sure, in their Moroccan paradise; while Basim and I continued to get to know each other in our gentle orgasmic and erotic way.

On our last day out collecting we found more than we bargained for. At least Roble did. He swiped his net deeply and it caught on something very heavy. He pulled to free it and came up with a foot. A human foot. We stopped everything, got out of the water and Basim called the police on his cell phone. About an hour later a police boat showed up to look for the rest of the human remains. They searched endlessly and only found a head. I sure didn’t want to take a close look at it and neither did Mr. Butterfly. We chickens waited by the truck with Roble. It had been down there a while Basim took a look and was able to recognize that it was Odji. Apparently, he was eaten by a crocodile. We all kind of looked at each other and nobody said a word about karma, but we were all thinking it, that is for sure.

Odji

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade Part 13

Previously posted August 31, 2007

The following day was spent busily preparing for our trip back out to the Nile to collect water striders. Basim left early to sort out the travel arrangements. Roble was on the phone all day and in and out of the house to get the supplies we would all need. Ernst was also busy on the phone and with MEFF business. Mr. Butterfly and I were in our rooms packing for a five day field trip.

At midmorning, the young explorer stopped by my room and sat on my bed. “So, what’s new?”, he said provocatively as if he knew there would be something big.

“Hmm. Well… I had my first threesome last night.”

“You didn’t!”

“Did!”

“Do tell!”

“Ernst asked me to his room and Basim was there! Naked as a jaybird on the bed! And we all did it! It was wonderful!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“And you guys?”

“Well, we had one too, a threesome I mean! With Nuri and it was great! That Nuri is hot!”

“That is just super! And Roble was okay with it?”

“He was just fine. He is really doing better since, you know, the incident.”

“I am so glad to hear that Mr. Butterfly. I have been worried about him.”

We hugged tightly since we had not been able to for a while on this trip. It always seemed like forever since I had hugged Mr. Butterfly. I really cared for him a lot.

“I was really worried about you when you were at the harem, you know.”

“I know honey. I know.”

“I’m so glad you are okay.”

“I am okay. I’m right here.”

Then we just held each other tight and I cried a little. After a few minutes he left and we got back to packing. I still felt like I didn't get to hug him enough in proportion to how much I had worried about him. But I guess it was just me being silly. After all, he was okay.

* * *

Later that day, after dinner, I kissed Ernst good bye, and Basim and I got into Basim’s van. Roble and Mr. Butterfly got into Roble’s truck and off we drove for the little Nile village where we would begin our five day trip for water strider collecting. In about two hours we arrived there.

Basim had arranged for rooms at a hostelry that each had a bath. Basim and I shared one room and the boys had the other. We took our bags to the rooms and began to unpack.

Meanwhile, Mr. Butterfly looked around his room. It was quite adequate really. But it was so boring. There was a bed with bed side tables, lamp, desk, and a chair. No ornamentation of any kind to let you know where you were, or even that you were feet away from the Nile. He looked at Roble sullenly.

“Crimeny! It is so boring!”

“I can fix that!”

With that, Roble ran back outside to his truck and came back in with a huge box. He set the box down in the middle of the floor and began to root around in it dramatically looking up towards Mr. Butterfly now and again for effect. He reached in and grabbed something and then came up with it and said “Voila!” It was an orange pillar candle. Roble lit the candle and put it on the desk. It was scented with tangerine.

The he went back to the box and began rooting around in it again. Again he did his “voila” routine and pulled out a small pair of Moroccan lamps. He put one on each of the bedside tables. They looked absolutely exotic and mystical when the lights were off.

Then, back in the box, and rooting around he produced some matching red and orange silk Moroccan fabrics for the bed and to hang on the window. The room was instantly transformed into a Moroccan dream come true.

Then, Roble pulled their galabias out of his bag, and they got into those.

Mr. Butterfly sat on the newly made bed and reclined back. “This is so much better Roble. Thank you!”

Roble came around the other side of the bed and got onto it with Mr. Butterfly. He pulled Mr. Butterfly closer to him and whispered “So where were we, before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Mr. Butterfly looked up into his lover’s intoxicating deep brown eyes and smiled. “I was ready to fall into your arms as I recall.”

Then they kissed.

That night they made love. Roble drove Mr. Butterfly wild with his erection up the young explorer’s ass. Mr. Butterfly just couldn’t get enough. He seemed insatiable. When they were finished, they slept in each others’ arms.

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade Part 12

Previously posted on August 24, 2007

I looked at Basim naked on the bed and then back at Ernst by the door. “Are you sure about this Ernst?”

“Absolutely. Come here and let me undress you.”

I walked over to him and he lifted my silk coral shift that I had worn earlier on my visit, off over my head revealing my lace bra and thong panties.

“Now you can come over here.”, said Basim gently.

I must say I was nervous about my first threesome as well as being incredibly turned on. As I walked away, I could hear Ernst opening his belt and unzipping his fly. My breathing got faster as I got on the bed with Basim. He unhooked my bra and removed it and my panties. He was a vision. His skin was marvelously dark and his muscles were so well defined that I just wanted to run my tongue along the grooves. But he surprised me by flipping me over onto my back suddenly and putting his mouth on mine while his strong hands held me down.

I felt like I was being devoured. His warm mouth continued down my body. He took one whole breast into his mouth. No one had ever done that to me before. It felt so good and he sucked hard. He paused and looked up at me. “I love small breasted women, because you can take the whole breast in your mouth. Anything that doesn’t fit in your mouth is wasted.” Then he resumed by taking the other breast entirely in his mouth. Meanwhile his hands were hard at work on my crotch; fingers inserting themselves, preparing me for bigger and better things to come. His mouth continued working its way down to my hypersensitive belly and then to my crotch. He was intent on eating me out.

His mouth was so big and warm and insistent I let him at it. What a tongue he had. I nearly passed out with the pleasure of it. I began to whimper which is very unlike me really. It felt really great, but I have never really been able to get off this way. “Oh god! Basim! When are you going to fuck me? Just fuck me! God just fuck me!” He looked up at me with evil eyes as if he had an advantage over me. Well, and he did.

By now, Ernst was naked and erect, sitting very near us.

Basim said “I’m going to have to be careful, because I am bigger than you are used to and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Just fuck me damn you!”

Without further ado, Basim slid me down the bed towards him and slid his now condom covered cock into me. The largeness of it was a shock. The head went in okay, but then it got kind of tough. It took some doing to get it two thirds of the way in, and that was all that was going to go in. I put my hand down to stroke what was left outside my body, but Basim didn’t seem to be put off by the fact that not all of him fit inside me. I sure was filled up by his huge dong. It was so hot, that I came immediately. My insides crushed down on him and I cried out in ecstasy and that seemed to really turn him on.

But, we had to include Ernst yet. So, we stopped and I flipped over so that I could blow Ernst while Basim plowed me. I got on all fours and Basim entered me easily, then I took Ernst’s cock in my mouth. Ernst’s eyes closed when I did that and his head lolled back. I think this must have been his first threesome too. He looked pretty turned on. I drooled all over Ernst’s cock and tried to give him some good head while I could concentrate, because I knew that soon I would not be able to. I was right. In no time at all, the huge cock up my twat hit all the right spots and I was cumming again. Basim had to hold my hips to keep me on his cock, my body bucked so much. I cried out onto Ernst’s tool. I have no idea how that felt for Ernst.

“Hey guys, I am getting close.”, said Basim.

“I may need to fuck her after you to cum.”, said Ernst.

So Basim continued to fuck me for a few good strokes until he came up into the rubber and grunted in a satisfied manner. Then Ernst donned a condom and took his place. Basim moved around to the front of me held me up in position so I wouldn’t collapse. I was pretty loose after Basim, so Ernst slid a finger up my ass to add pressure where we both needed it. That just drove me wild and I bucked for him also. Ernst didn’t take long to cum and I managed to orgasm also. Then we all collapsed on the bed, spent.

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade, Part 11

Previously posted August 17, 2007

The next day, Mr. Butterfly began going through the samples that he and Roble had collected the one day they were out on the Nile. I continued my work with Ernst at MEFF.

There was a call a couple of days later from the Bubastis police. Akbar was negative for STDs including HIV. That was a huge surprise. But with all of the condoms lying around the harem, maybe not so much. The ransom money was found and would be returned forthwith. Some of the other men had claimed that they too had been forced to participate in the harem the same way that Roble had been and wanted Mr. Butterfly and Roble to testify for them to lower their punitive sentences. Roble and Mr. Butterfly agreed to do this for the two men they had seen.

Akbar was looking at the death penalty or at least a life sentence for rape, kidnapping, extortion and running a male harem. There was no sign of Odji anywhere.

Then, Roble and Mr. Butterfly had a special announcement for us. They had gone through their samples from one day out on the Nile and had found two specimens of the new species found in Thailand! They were just waiting for the right moment to tell us. Mr. Butterfly thought initially that was the result but had to have Roble, the expert in Gerridae verify his finding. An email was quickly sent to our foundation and the EES. Several phone calls later, it was decided to extend our stay by a week so that we could get back out into the Nile and look for more new of this species and potentially others. Ernst generously decided to foot the bill for our extended stay. I would be sent with the boys to help with the collection this time around, and Basim would be sent with us for security and to function as a guide. Basim was called right away to make the arrangements. Our work was to begin the day after next.

Everyone was happy with the lab results for Roble and finding the new species so a gala celebration was planned. Roble was healing very nicely and was able to sit up and get around again. He would be ready in time to return to the field. Time to party!

Nuri pulled out all the stops as far as food, drink, live band, and the whole nine yards. It was the event of the century. My favorite part was when Ernst came out of the paper pyramid dressed as Cleopatra. His eyes were really entrancing with all that dark make up around them. You had to be there I guess. But my absolute favorite part was after the party when all of the guests had left.

Ernst bade me to come into his room. “I have a surprise for you Sue.”, said Ernst. There completely naked on his bed was Basim with a huge grin on his face.

* * *

Meanwhile, Mr. Butterfly asked Nuri to come into his room. Roble was naked on his bed, but Nuri had seen him naked many times in the bath. Roble patted the spot on the bed next to him and said, “Come here Nuri. I would like to kiss you. But only if you want it. Not because you work for me or anything like that. Would you like that?”

Nuri didn’t need to be asked twice. He hoped onto the bed and kissed Roble deeply. Roble immediately got hard and began removing Nuri’s clothes. Nuri’s body was quite the sight when naked. A lovely shade of light brown, he was lithe, yet masculine and had a high tight ass. Mr. Butterfly was wearing his galabia with nothing under it and was able to get naked very quickly. He joined the two on the bed. Roble reached around and grabbed Nuri’s ass. Nuri moaned with pleasure. Mr. Butterfly could not ignore the stellar view right in front of him of Nuri’s luscious butt cheeks, balls and dick. He quickly began to lick Nuri’s ass crack. Nuri’s moaning increased.

Nuri moved his kissing down Roble’s body to Roble’s treasure trail and Roble froze with anticipation. “Oh please Nuri!” Roble murmured. Nuri looked up at Roble teasingly before he finally moved down to Roble’s cock and began to blow him with all of the talent expected from one who was extremely competent at everything he did. In no time Roble was delivered into another world, that of ecstasy.

Behind Nuri, the young explorer was eating his ass steadily now, pushing his tongue into his assring. But, he really wanted to fuck this beautiful ass. So, he donned a lubed condom, got up on his knees and began to slide his engorged member into Nuri’s tight hole. Nuri paused momentarily while the young explorer’s cock entered him and took a deep breath. Once it was in and he was being fucked he resumed blowing Roble. A rhythm got going between the three of them that was fortuitous for all.

Mr. Butterfly was really getting off on this. He thought to himself how lucky he was to be here with these guys. He was fucking this really hot and tight ass, who was blowing his gorgeous entomologist lover. It was just too hot for words. It felt so damn good. A couple more strokes and he would cum for sure.

“Uh, oh, guys, I’m getting close!”, said Mr. Butterfly.

“Me too! Don’t stop Nuri!!!”, breathlessly murmured Roble.

All three continued steadily for another few moments before the “shooting match” began. Roble came first and Nuri let him shoot all over the place, not because he didn’t want to swallow, but because it would be so hot to see his cum shoot all over. It sure was, because it set off Mr. Butterfly to cum too. He came hard up Nuri’s ass into the condom. Meanwhile, Nuri was jacking himself off furiously. It didn’t take long for him to reach the point of no return too and join in on cumming.

All three were gooey and sticky with sweat and other fluids and in need of a shower, so they headed off to the large bathroom together. All three fit into the European style open shower easily. They washed each other with fragrant soaps and tried not to get too turned on since they wanted to sleep, not have sex again. They dried each other off with soft fluffy towels and then piled into the bed to curl up and go to sleep. They slept like spoons; Mr. Butterfly held Nuri, and Roble held Mr. Butterfly.

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade Part 10

Previously posted August 10 , 2007

It was just Basim and I in the common room after all of the action died down.

“Quite a day huh?”, Basim said.

I just laughed. I was kind of at the end of my rope after all we had been through today. I had stowed away in a van, been called a whore by a rapist, rescued my friend again, seen people shot dead, seen my first orgy, seen a friend who had been raped and drugged. Yes, I would say it was quite a day.

I nodded my assent and then I broke into sobs. They were quiet at first, but then they were big and I couldn’t breathe. I was gasping for air like a fish out of water. My eyes welled with tears that wouldn’t spill. Basim came over to me and put his arm around me. “Let it all out Sue. It is okay. It will all be okay now.”

Then the flood gates opened and I cried for real. But Basim was there to hold me and wipe my eyes dry. Then I felt his big soft lips kiss the tears off my face. I really liked how that felt. I pushed my face forward towards his lips to get more kisses. But eventually he had dried my whole face. I opened my eyes and looked into his brown eyes. He placed a finger under my chin and drew my mouth to his. Our lips met and we kissed, one sweet little kiss on the lips. Oh, but I wanted so much more. I stuck out my tongue and traced his huge juicy lips. He opened them to my touch and my tongue entered his mouth. We licked at each other’s tongues and mouths and our breathing began to get harder.

Basim stood up and offered me his hand. I just looked at him and thought about it. I was already sleeping with Ernst. That was really my only hesitation. “Basim, as much as I want to, I cannot. I am Ernst’s guest and we are already seeing each other. I am sorry if I led you on. I’ve just had a really difficult day. I’m so sorry.”

“I thought that might be the case.” He sat back down next to me and held me in his arms. “You are so special and brave. I hope Ernst cherishes you as much as you deserve. Let me just hold you close tonight and we will see what happens when we get back home. Okay?”

“Okay.” I smiled.

So we got up and went to the bedroom together. I undressed down to my camisole and panties and he to his boxer shorts. We got into bed and positioned ourselves like spoons. His body was so big and warm behind me it was like sleeping with a hairless bear. He politely draped one arm over my hip, and managed not to touch anything sexual at all. But he couldn’t hide his enormous erection, the tip of which I felt poking me in my butt all night long. I must say he gallantly demonstrated his restraint.

The next day, Basim awakened early and went out to get breakfast for us all. I got up and decided to check on how the boys were doing. I softly knocked on their door and they bade me enter. Mr. Butterfly was sitting up and Roble was lying down on the bed but his color was looking much better.

After breakfast we drove in the van back to Cairo to Ernst’s house. Roble rode lying down on the bench in the back and the young explorer was with him. When we got there about an hour and a half later Ernst was out on the lawn to greet us. He and Mr. Butterfly helped Roble into the house and to a bedroom that had been prepared as a sick room for him. Roble’s truck, with their luggage, had already been returned by local police from the small Nile town they had visited.

Returning from the house, Ernst took me aside and said “I was so worried about you. How could you stow away in Basim’s van?”

“I told you I wanted to go and rescue Mr. Butterfly! But you said no. So I had to stow away in order to go.”

“Anyone in their right mind would have said no!”

“Look. I don’t want to argue with you Ernst. Done is done and we have a happy ending. I am sorry if I caused you worry.”

“You can be so impossible.”

I just smiled at that. “So does that mean I don’t get a kiss hello?”

He frowned, but leaned forward to kiss me. It was pretty quick and not very passionate. Oh well.

In the afternoon, we (Roble, Mr. Butterfly, Basim, me, Ernst, and Nuri) all gathered to hear Roble tell about his and Mr. Butterfly’s capture and assault. Basim finished the story with the rescue parts. We were still waiting to hear from the police about the ransom money and whether Akbar had any STDs.

Nuri was invaluable as a nurse to Roble. It seems he had prior experience in health care in addition to his many talents. He handled all of Roble’s medications and helped with his frequent baths. This allowed Mr. Butterfly time to catch up on his sleep. Roble did not seem addicted to opium or to have an infection.

Late that night Ernst invited me to his room. “I just wanted to show you how much I missed you.”, he said as he dropped his pants and showed me his glorious boner.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to put that to good use.”

I undressed quickly and so did he. I fell to my knees to give him a blow job that he wouldn’t soon forget. I licked up and down his shaft, but then put each testicle in my mouth and sucked on it while I heard moans above me. I kept my hand on his penis and stroked it while I was licking his balls. Then I switched to blowing him. He got so turned on that he lifted me up and tossed me against the bed facing away from him, so that my knees were still on the floor. He entered my pussy that way. He was less than gentle and I loved it. When we were done and panting, we climbed up on the bed to recover.

“Oh god Sue that was great! I’d really like it if you could stick around for a while after the job and I could get to know you better.”

“Yeah it was great! What? Um. Why?”

“Well, you’re really special. I’ve never met anyone like you and well, someday all that I own could be yours.”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

“Well, that is very generous and no offense meant Ernst, but I like my life the way it is. I get to travel a lot and do meaningful things that I otherwise could not do. I don’t picture myself tied down yet.”

“You won’t even think about it?”

“Um, no. Not right now. I am so sorry.” I leaned over and kissed him. At least he didn’t turn away.

He seemed to think about that a while and then asked, “Did something happen while you were in Bubasitis?”

“Yes. Basim and I kissed. But I told him I was with you and we couldn’t do anything more because of that.”

“Oh. Let me sleep on all of this new information.” Then he breathed a deep sigh and rolled over to go to sleep.

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade Part 9

SO LIKE NOBODY NOTICED THAT I POSTED THIS AND IT WASN'T FRIDAY???

Previously posted August 4, 2007



We left fairly quickly without looking back. Basim opened the back of his van and dug up some pants and a shirt for the young explorer. Fortunately, he had a strip of cloth that could be used as a belt to hold the pants up. Basim was a much bigger boy than Mr. Butterfly. The young explorer told us how Akbar tied up Roble, drugged him with opium and raped him. He had tried to stop it, but was physically restrained as well. He was to be raped the next day. I felt faint hearing about it; it was just so horrid to contemplate. I hugged the young explorer again. But we were in a hurry. We all piled into the van and drove off to a nearby hostelry and took some rooms. Basim telephoned the local police immediately and told them how we were ransomed and the amount and how our friend was abducted, raped, seriously injured and still being held captive. Consensual homosexual sex was illegal, but forcing it on someone was really illegal and would garner a very severe punishment, maybe even death. Roble’s injuries would prove force. The police said that they would check it out. Basim’s name didn’t have any pull here, since he was a cop in Cairo. So, we would have to wait and see when the police raided the harem. Our hostel was close enough to hear a raid though.

Meanwhile, the young explorer had begun to shake from hunger and post-traumatic stress, so Basim went out to buy some food and cotton robes or galabias. He was back in no time and Mr. Butterfly put on his new robe and ate some kabobs in a pita and felt better. Then he was sleepy. I sat watching over him and stroking his back. Eventually he fell asleep, muttering about Roble an how he had tried to save him. When he was truly asleep, I walked out to Basim who was pacing.

“I wonder how long my police colleagues will take before they get their collective asses over to the harem.”

“Patience Basim. How long has it been since you called?”

“Forty-five minutes.”

“Okay, but they have to round up a force right?”

Then, we could hear sirens in the distance and the police raid was on.

“I am going drive down there. You stay here with Mr. Butterfly.”

“Fat chance there is of that happening.”

Basim gave me an impatient look, grabbed the keys to the van and left. I was right on his heel. We drove the scant two blocks back to the harem and parked down the street a ways so as not to be in the way of the local gendarmes who were swarming all over the place. They had managed to get into the front door and past the aging servant and all hell seemed to breaking loose inside. Basim and I just waited.

We heard a couple of shots fired. But I guess I had to expect that some of Akbar’s brawny slaves would defend him no matter what and need to be put down my lethal measures. The police began leading suspects out in handcuffs. Some were guard slaves and then we saw a very angry and upset looking fully naked Akbar. At this point, Basim strode forward and said to one of the police officers “Hello. I am Basim. I am the man who called you today about the ransom being taken. I identify this man as Akbar, the man who took my money in exchange for an American gentleman who is at this very moment recovering from his capture at…” and then he gave the address of our hostelry. “This is Dr. Sue Fairview, who is an acquaintance of Dr. Roble Castagno, who is still inside the harem and has been brutally raped by Akbar. She would like to be admitted so that she can identify him now. Then he can be given the medical attention he needs right away. Is that alright?”

The officer in charge nodded during Basim’s speech. Then speaking to the officer holding Akbar he said “Take Akbar away and charge him with kidnapping, sodomy and rape.” Then to the officers at the door his said “Please escort these two people into the harem so that they may locate their injured friend. Tell the other officers to find any money located in this establishment. If we don’t find it, we will ask Akbar where it is.”

And with those words, we were allowed in. Basim assumed that Roble would not be on the ground floor, so we took the staircase to the second floor. There were some brawny slaves with gunshot wounds lying on the floor in pools of their own blood. They must have been dead, because they weren’t moving. Not my problem. I had to save Roble. There was a very grand room off to our right, and peeking in; I noticed that the floor was covered with naked men having an orgy. The police raid had not even been enough to stop them. I could detect the sweet, sweet smell of opium. So this was where the party was.

“Do you smell that?” I said to Basim.

“Yes. Opium.”

“Mr. Butterfly said that Roble was on opium. Let’s just see if any of these guys isn’t having sex.”

So we looked more carefully to see if all of the men were really moving and there, in the corner was one that wasn’t.

“Roble!”, I screamed. I ran across the room, pretty much tripping over naked bodies to get to him, but I got to him. God, he looked awful. His color was yellowish and his cheeks sunken. That had to be from the drugs. I looked down between his legs and didn’t see any fresh blood. That was good. Basim was beside me.

“We have to get him out of here and to a doctor.”, I said.

To my surprise, Basim, lifted Roble like a baby and carried him from the room. He said, “Keys. Get them from my front pocket and drive the van to the front.” I ran to do as he said. When I drove the van up, Basim was coming out the front with Roble in his arms. I hurried to open the back doors to the van. Basim carried Roble into the van and laid him on a bench inside. The officer assigned to us was right behind him.

“So this is your injured friend Dr. Fairview?”, the officer asked me.

“Yes sir it is. This is Dr. Roble Castagno. As you can see he is drugged. We will call a doctor immediately to diagnose his internal injuries. You have our address at the hostel?”

“Yes thank you. You may go and see to your friend.”

Basim and I didn’t need to hear anything else. I rode in back with Roble and we drove off to the hostel. We got there in no time and Basim came around the back of the van to lift Roble and carry him into our rooms. I went in front of him to open doors as needed. We laid Roble next to Mr. Butterfly who was still sound asleep. I went down to lock the van while Basim called for a doctor. When I returned, he had found a very good one that would be by soon. Then Basim called Ernst to report our progress.

Ernst was in a tizzy that I had snuck into the van, but was glad that I was unharmed and that we got Mr. Butterfly back. He was concerned about Roble though and asked that we call him back after the doctor’s visit. Basim promised we would.

There was a knock on the door and that woke Mr. Butterfly. Basim went to answer the door and I stayed with the young explorer and brought him up to date on Roble. Shortly thereafter, Dr. Aziz walked in to see his patient. He asked everyone to leave, but the young explorer insisted on staying which was alright, since he had witnessed the rape. The exam took forty minutes. Dr. Aziz left the bedroom, took off his latex gloves and went into the bathroom to wash his hands. Then we all met in the common room.

“He has a rectal tear that goes pretty far up, but has begun to heal on its own. So he does not need stitches. That is the good news. But it is painful. That is the bad news. I will give him some Tylenol with codeine and if that is not strong enough we can up him to Percocet. If he shows symptoms of opium addiction we can put him on a methadone detoxification program. Here are some free samples of drug now. He is a bit dehydrated and has taken too much opium and that is why his color is bad. He needs soft easily digestible foods for a few days and water when he wakes which should be pretty soon. Try to get the pain pills into him right away. I have requested that the police test Akbar for sexually transmitted diseases so we shall know if any remedies for these will be needed. I also recommend baths with Epsom salts. I will send my report to the police with your permission as evidence of a crime.

Basim agreed to sending the report to the police and handled the bill and Dr. Aziz left. A call was placed by Basim to Ernst to update him on the situation. It was looking like we were going to be spending the night in Bubastis. Sometime later, Roble did wake up. He was so glad to be rescued from the harem that he took his pills, drank water, ate some mashed fruit and slept cradled in the young explorer’s arms. He would deal with everything else tomorrow. He hadn’t even met Basim, the man who carried him to safety.

Friday Fantasy: Egyptian Escapade Part 8

Previously posted July 27, 2007

I was hunkered down in the van and had no idea how long the drive to Bubastis from Ernst’s house in Cairo was. Basim drove on without saying anything. I looked at my watch; only about an hour had passed so far. We were pulling off of the highway and onto smaller streets.

We made many turns and there was lots of traffic noise before we came to a complete stop. I peeked out from under the tarp and decided to make my presence known to Basim. I walked out of the back of the van just as Basim had exited the front and almost ran right into him.

“Dr. Fairview! What are you doing here! I thought I heard Ernst tell you quite clearly that it was not safe for you to come.”

“Ernst does not own me Basim. I have come to save Mr. Butterfly. Let us go in and do that. By the way, I thought I told you to call me Sue.”

“Well Sue, I guess that now that you have come all this way, there is no talking you out of coming in and staying in the van instead.”

“Nope!”

He just looked down at the ground and shook his head. “My ass is grass if one hair on your head is harmed. You realize that don’t you?”

“It’s a risk you are going to have to take, big guy! I’ll keep my head low if any shooting breaks out.”

“Oh, there won’t be any shooting. It is all muscle with these guys. It is bad karma to bring guns into any such dealings. Just follow my lead.” With that, case and money in hand, Basim led the way up the stairs to the entrance of the very grand 3 storey, turreted stone house that looked to me more like a fortress. He knocked on the solid wood door and we waited. The door creaked open and an old servant answered.

“My name is Basim. I represent my Master Ernst Cullen whose two guests were taken here yesterday morning by force. He wishes to buy them back for a generous amount.”

The servant gestured towards me and said “Who is she?”

“Another of my Master’s guests, Dr. Sue Fairview, who is also a colleague of the two men you are holding.”

“Do come in.”

Then the servant retreated into the house and we followed him. I had visions of us never being seen again, but I went in anyhow.

“My Master has been quite occupied this morning, but I will check his schedule for this afternoon and see if he can arrange a meeting with you. Please, make yourselves at comfortable.”

We were shown into what can only be described as a ‘harem’ parlor. The room part of a turret and thus was round, had windows spaced pretty close together where it was not attached to the building. All the way around the room there were white gauzy silk curtains. There were no chairs, but caged birds fluttered and sang around the room. Embroidered pillows and bolsters covered the floor along with Egyptian carpets. Basim gracefully sank into a cross legged sitting position. So did I.

“So, how long do you think the Master will keep us waiting?”, I asked.

“As long as he can.”, replied Basim.

“I hate to wait.”

“Well, then why don’t we tell each other about ourselves? That will make the time fly by.”

“That’s a great idea Basim. You start.”

“I was born in Ethiopia and raised a Muslim. But, I never took religion very seriously. I moved to Cairo to go to University here where I majored in police sciences. I worked as an officer in the police force, but decided that they were incompetent and went from that to taking missions for individuals for pay. That is when I met Ernst, who was in need of a head of security. I have worked for him for five years now. He pays me well and keeps the job interesting. We have many employees in our company run into trouble and need looking after. I get to do that and I love it. Egypt is not an easy place to live these days with terrorism and that kind of thing. Plus, trying to run a legitimate business free from corruption in an African country is a constant challenge for me.

His eyes lit up as he spoke about his job. I enjoyed hearing him tell me about it so much I let him go on and on about it. Then it was my turn and I told him what I loved about working for the foundation. It really passed the time and we got closer while talking.

In no time, the servant of Akbar had returned and told us that his master would be in shortly. I checked my watch and two hours had passed.

About 20 minutes later, Akbar himself entered the room with his naked brawny slaves around him. Basim and I stood, but when we saw everyone frowning, we quickly got back down on the ground. The servant announced “It is customary to bow to Akbar when he enters a room.”

So that is precisely what we did, as much as it burned my grits to do so. We lay prostrate on the ground to this odious man. Then we sat up to begin the negotiation. Basim started.

“Pardon, but we understand that yesterday evening you accidentally took two of my master’s guests to be your slaves without knowing they were already claimed.”

“I see. These would be who? And what is your master’s claim on them?”

“A Mr. Butterfly who had traveled here from Bethesda, Maryland in America to help my Master and a Dr. Roble Castagno who traveled from Morocco at the request of the Egyptian Entomological Society to help Mr. Butterfly.”

“I see. I agree with your master’s claim on Mr. Butterfly, but not on Dr. Castagno. It seems to me that the EES has claim to him.”

“Dr. Castagno was staying with Mr. Cullen prior to their departure to the house where you found them.”

“No, no! I will not argue with you, a servant! Do not anger me or I will not negotiate on anyone.” He stamped his foot like a little boy to emphasize his point.

I cut in. “Will you hear from me? I am Dr. Sue Fairview and I will represent the EES since they are not here. May I bid for Dr. Castagno’s freedom?”

“Absolutely not! You are only a woman!” Then he spat. “You should be in purdah. You are an American whore. I would have you thrown out, but I show my guests more respect than that.”

I swallowed really hard not to react to being called a whore. It was merely a cultural difference and not personal, moreover, it would hardly be constructive to rise to the bait of defending my sex in this situation. So, I said nothing. It was not looking good for Roble. There must be some reason he didn’t want to let Roble go. I wondered if Basim had come to the same conclusion too.

“Fine Sir, fine. Let us just negotiate on Mr. Butterfly then.”, said Basim.

Over time, the negotiations were worked out and we ended up paying an absurd and usurious amount to get the young explorer back. Then Akbar took the money and left, giving assurances that Mr. Butterfly would be delivered forthwith.

* * *

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the harem, the opium had worn off and Roble was in excruciating pain. He was moaning loudly and asking for more opium. Mr. Butterfly was trying to get him a pipe. Thankfully there was one and it was prepared and brought to Roble who sucked on it like he would die if he didn’t. Roble’s pain was quickly numbed and again his eyes glazed over and he lay back on the pillows comforted by the drugs. The young explorer just held him and thought that he needed medical attention and soon or he would become an opium addict. His worst fear was that Roble would get an infection and die.

One of the brawny slaves entered the room and pointed at the young explorer and said “You. Come with me.”

Mr. Butterfly had no idea what was going on, so he gave Roble a kiss and went with the slave. They walked down the hall and then down another flight of stairs to the ground level. They entered a room and he was thrown to the floor before he could see what was in the room. When he looked up he first saw Sue.

“Oh my god! Sue! You’ve come for me! Thank god!”

He rushed forward to hug me and almost knocked me over. Of course he was completely naked, but it was not the first time I had rescued him in this condition.

“Are you okay Mr. Butterfly? I was so worried.”

“Yes, I am fine. But Roble isn’t. We must get him out. Is he coming?”

I looked down at the floor and shook my head. “I’m so sorry, but Akbar wouldn’t hear of even negotiating for him.”

“We absolutely must get him out. He is injured and needs medical attention.”

“Shhh, That explains a lot. We will. But it will take some time. We will explain outside. Um, do you have any clothes?”

Basim piped up. “I have some in my van outside.”

“Thanks. Let’s get out of here.”

Then we left together as hastily as we could.

Friday Fantasy - Egyptian Escapade Part 7

Previously posted July 20, 2007

The young explorer and Roble were dragged down the hallway by the brawny slaves and down a flight of stairs to an enormous room filled with naked men. They could both smell a sickly sweet odor. Some of the men were having sex, but many were still asleep. The room itself was decorated like a throne room in glorious silks of turquoise and white, embroidered with gold. Apparently this was an orgy room. The young explorer and Roble were pushed roughly to the marble floor by the brawny slaves that escorted them there. Some of the orgy participants began to make their way towards the two new men. Roble and the young explorer just looked at each other and smiled. This couldn’t be too bad, now could it?

But then, all got quiet and the sex stopped pretty much dead in its tracks as the brawny slaves guarded a very important person into the room. All eyes and bodies turned to bow to him. He walked to the throne importantly and stood there wrapped in a throw. He was large, black and ominous. His voice was booming as he said “I am Akbar. You are my new slaves. Bow before me!”

Akbar, Master of the Harem at Bubastis

With that, then Akbar descended from the dais that the throne was on, and walked around his two new slaves, assessing them. He nudged them with his toe, as if testing a new tire. “Roll over.”, he commanded them. So Roble and the young explorer did.

“Very good. I’ll start with this one.” He nudged Roble with his foot and two brawny slaves grabbed Roble and dragged him to his feet. Roble looked terrified and glanced back at the young explorer. But what could Mr. Butterfly do? He decided to take action.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” Then the young explorer quickly got to his feet and began to rush towards Roble. But he didn’t get far before the brawny slaves grabbed his arms again to restrain him. So he kicked at them and bit at them. More slaves came over and grabbed his legs. A wooden dowel was shoved into his mouth and he was tied up in no time flat. Roble had struggled too, but was tied with each wrist in a leather strap bent forwards over a padded platform. His legs were spread and chained down to the ground.

Akbar came forward and said, “You may want to consider smoking some opium before.” Then he dropped his robe and exposed his huge beer can cock, hard and ready to go. “I don’t want to have to gag you. Trust me, you will scream. It will be far more pleasurable with the opium.” An opium pipe was quickly produced. “Do you want the opium pipe?”

The pipe was held to Roble’s lips and Roble inhaled deeply. After a few breaths of it, his eyes glazed over and he was in another world. His head sagged listlessly and his hands hung from their ties like a dead man’s. Akbar stepped forward and grabbed Roble’s hips and unceremoniously began to assault him violently with his dick in an attempt to penetrate him.

Mr. Butterfly felt faint. He couldn’t watch his friend being raped. But, he had to. Tears came involuntarily out of his eyes. It was all so horrible.

As Akbar continued to ram his cock into Roble mercilessly, there was a trickle of blood coming from Roble’s anus. But, Akbar continued as if nothing was wrong. Now, Akbar was grunting much like a pig with every thrust and jerking Roble’s body like a rag doll. Then, Akbar began slapping Roble’s butt, as if he wasn’t punishing him enough. Finally, Akbar roared when he came and pushed Roble away from himself like dead meat.

“I am done with this one. Take him away. I will have the other tomorrow.” Then, completely naked and with his crotch still covered with Roble’s blood, Akbar strode out of the room. Roble just hung there, like a carcass.

One of the brawny slaves untied the young explorer, who then rushed over to untie Roble. He undid Roble’s hands and Roble flopped down on the padded ledge. Then he undid Roble’s feet and helped Roble lie down on the floor.

“Oh my god, Roble, I am so sorry. I tried to stop them, but there were too many.”

Roble was just so out of it from the opium, he couldn’t even make eye contact. The young explorer got up to look for some towels and water to see to Roble’s wounds. There was a large bath nearby and he found what he needed. None of the other men in the room offered to help. They were pretty much drugged zombies who continued the orgy as soon as the show ended.

With a damp towel, he wiped the blood off of Roble’s rear end and hoped the internal injuries weren’t so bad that they wouldn’t heal on their own. Then he offered Roble some water to drink and got him to sip a little bit. What was going to happen when the drugs wore off? How much pain would he be in then? Mr. Butterfly cradled Roble in his arms to comfort him and kept repeating how sorry he was.

Mr. Butterfly thought, by now, someone had to have noticed that they were missing. But how could they be found and when would help arrive? He began to despair.

Photo credits:

Roble & Brawny slave: Brawny Stud

Akbar: So Slowly