I took a deep breath, and leaned in the passenger window. "Okay. Come on up." I said. I couldn't believe I was doing this. This guy had made me expose myself, made me stick my cunt-slick fingers in his mouth, and forced me to suck his cum of his fingers, and he was only a cabbie! Still, as I walked up the hotel steps to my floor, I stole glances back at him over my shoulder. He was hairy and disgusting, but I needed him.
I unlocked the door to my hotel room, and walked in, leaving it open. He showed up, breathing heavy from taking the stairs two at a time. He was a pudgy sillouette against the hallway. I cursed myself, and said "Shut the door, for fuck's sake." through gritted teeth.
He stepped in the room, the door closing behind him. I shrugged my jacket off, leaving my vapor thin top and a tight skirt on. He shuffled forward hesitantly. This had obviously never happened to him before. I made sure to keep the light to my back so he couldn't see through my clothes.
"Alright, listen. I don't want to do this, but I need to know about your culture..." I said, and kept asking him question after question for nearly two hours. I'd never been to the Middle East. Many of his answers shocked me. Women were so ill-treated it made me queasy. I listened as dispassionately as I could, until he said:
"Oh, and you better be okay with anal sex. Very, very popular. It will happen to you alot since you look like a Western whore anyway. Maybe two at a time." I'd never had...that...before. I could feel his eyes on me.
"How often does this happen, and what can I do to stop it?" I asked worriedly. He chuckled.
"Where you are going with no escort?! Probably weekly. No stopping it, or they kill you. You should practice." I wished I knew more about the culture. I knew the stereotypes and this was one of them. I bit my lip, and saw a wicked gleam in his eye. I knew he wasn't THAT big... |