Lesli Part 10
There was no humiliation, no feeling of guilt the next day. What I had done I had done willingly. I had done it to please the Ahmeds, and to please me. That was it. I've often thought since that this had been the point of no return. Of all my life experiences, this had certainly been what others would term the most preverted. I got past it. Past it without guilt. In truth, I had done it because I knew the Ahmeds would reward me with money. That's the bottom line -I was at the point of doing anything for money.
It was then that I realized I could, I would, get along without Rufus. The Ahmeds money was good, very good, the bodyguard had 'tipped' me another $1000 when I left the next morning. This time he rode with me, I suppose he didn't trust me not to have sex with Richard the chauffer.
"You have pleased them greatly" he explained as the limo pulled out of the parking garage.
"Well, I tried my best to remember what you said during our ride over last night".
"You did well. It is best to do what they want, willingly. It is best not to question their desires, no matter how difficult it might be to comply with them. They like that very much."
"And the money's not bad at all" I replied, patting my purse.
"The money is nothing" he bristled "it is a mere fraction of that which could be yours as their concubine."
"Go on my man" I urged "what would being their 'concubine' entail - so to speak?"
"Being kept" he began "being kept as their wo..errr...boy..uh...as, as.."
"As their sex object?" I suggested.
"Yes, sex object. Being kept as their sex object. Available to them at all times, whenever, wherever, whatever they want. In the apartments here, London, Paris, wherever they travel. Their sexual appetite is more or less constant when they travel, and they have me seek out boys for them in each place. A few regulars, but since they had you they are very interested in your kind. Transvestites are very pleasing to them."
"Transexual" I corrected him "I'm a transexual. You know...hormones and all. I'm not just a drag queen anymore. I'm a transexual."
"Yes, I'm aware of the distinction."
It had a fascination to it that appealed to me. Being their whore, on call, giving them sex whenever they wanted it. Letting them do whatever they wanted to me, with me. Being a kept woman, a transexual harem of one. Just one? Could I handle constant sex on my own?
"How many transexuals...or transvestites do they own.er..see now?"
"You are the only one they have seen more than once. I have found one for them in London, but he was not as submissive as you."
"He..uh..she didn't go for the dog thing?" I questioned.
"Let us say he,or she,was not respectful of the Ahmeds status and therefore did not respond respectfully to their desires."
"Didn't go for the dog thing" I repeated. "Well, I might be interested. What's in it for me?"
"You don't ask" he replied "you just do, and when you do, all things are taken care of. You are kept, you travel, you have clothes, food, everything provided for you. You want for nothing."
It sounded too good to be true. But, what the hell, it was worth trying, at least in my mind. I could keep working for Rufus in the club, giving head for $10 to 20 a go, I could go back on the street, or I could go back to college. Of all the options, hanging with the Ahmeds came out on top in my mind. Most certainly it was the best from an economic standpoint.
"OK, let's say I'm interested. Where do we go from here?"
"Collect what you want from your apartment now, We will arrange to have the rest moved into the penthouse. You will have an apartment there, you will live there when you are in this city. You will travel when the Ahmeds desire you to. You must understand, you must agree, that you are at their disposal. You have demonstrated the admirable traits of submission and subjugation, now you must be prepared to live them."
"Otherwise?" I ventured.
"Otherwise you will be punished, and if punishment doesn't correct you, you will be put out, back to the life you live today."
My attitude would serve me well, I thought. I was submissive, I had to give myself that much credit. I seemed not to have a mental problem with my morals so far and I doubted the Ahmeds could throw anything at me that I would have a problem with. In the past year I had gone from curious cross dresser to college queen, to street hooker, to bar room cocksucker. Having given myself to a dog, I didn't imagine I would have a problem with much else. Time would tell, but for now I had a very high opinion of my threshold of tolerance.
"OK" was my simple reply. It was that easy. My life had taken another radical change in direction. Just like that I had turned from hooker to whore to concubine. It was a change I would never forget.
My 'apartment' in the penthouse was a huge suite consisting of bedroom, sitting room, bath, and more closet space than my whole former apartment. My meager belongings and wardrobe didn't begin to fill the tinest corner of it. That would change, I was allowed to shop for anything I wanted, and I would soon fill the closets with everything I had ever dreamed about, from silky lingerie to elegant dresses to more than 25 pairs of heels. I shopped at Neiman Marcus, Saks, Victoria's Secret, whenever and wherever I chose.
My hormones were now prescribed and administered by a professional doctor every week. I was getting four times the dose I had previously, and he meticulously checked me over each week for any signs of health problems, especially STD and AIDs. I suppose the Ahmeds wanted to make sure of what they bought, and my background must have caused them to do this.
The increased level of hormones worked magic on my body even faster than it had before, and I was very very pleased with the results. My hips and bottom were much more rounded in a feminine way now. Gone was my slim male outline, transformed overnight it seemed, into curves and angles of a young woman. My breasts, no longer just pronounced mounds, had grown to 36A in size.
My hair was done professionally now, gone was the amatuerish pony tail that I had kept it in, replaced and shaped by permanents into a shoulder length mane, with full length bangs in front.
Everything ... anything I wanted was mine.
And what did it cost me? The first week they were travelling, so I simply adjusted to a life of ease. Shopping, television, playing on the computer, filled my days. In the second week they returned to claim their prize. Two days of non stop depravity as they explored every aspect of me. As they set the ground rules for our relationship.
It started as before, sex with the three of them. First in the huge living room, as the lounged on the sofa and I knelt on the floor, blowing them. Then they screwed me, one at a time, until we were all sated. And when they were thru with me, I was allowed to return to my room and wait until they called me, and we did it all over again. This was the daily ritual I settled in when they were in town, group sex followed by waiting. I didn't mind at all, it was the steady sex I craved, it was good.
By the second day they began coming to me individually, first Abdullah, with the largest prick of the three, took me to bed. He liked to make out for a long time before he did it, pinning me to the bed with his great weight and forcing that monster up my ass. I clung on as he rode me hard and fast. He was the largest, and he knew how to use his equipment to bring me to the brink of heaven before satisfying himself by shooting his huge load of juice into my stretched bowels.
Massoud came to me that same night. He like me to model for him, to slowly, seductively stip for him. When I was completely naked, he opened his robe and pushed me to the floor in front of him. On my knees, with my eyes looking up at him, I sucked his cock and balls until he was on the brink of blowing his load, when he pulled me up, took me to the bed, and gently forced me, face down on it. He entered me from behind and rode me slowly, almost softly until he too shot inside me.
Achmed came to me the next day. We both stripped and lay on my bed, head to foot as we sucked each other off. In time, I would come to realize that he was queer. Abe and Mass, as I would call them, would come to me every day, sometimes twice a day, but Achmed was still having boys brought to him.
This lasted for a week before they left again, leaving me behind with nothing to do but enjoy the life of a kept woman. Shopping, television, whatever I wanted. I went out regularly now, always in the limo with Richard, and always accompanied by Mansour. He explained that it was for my protection, but I came to realize that they didn't trust me, at least not at first. I would have to prove myself to them, prove that I wasn't going back to the club. That I wasn't giving myself to Richard.
Mansour approached me with the idea of breast implants that second week. Almost offhandedly, he mentioned that the Ahmeds would like, very much, a little 'cosmetic' surgery, as he called it. I had known a few girls at Rufus' club who had them, and they had explained the procedure and how it didn't hurt at all, just a slight discomfort for a few days, then nothing at all as you get used to the added weight and size. I agreed, and the plastic surgeon performed the operation in the apartment. The local numbed my entire chest, and I relaxed as he worked. First he made one, then two, very small incisions along the outside edges of my breasts. He then slipped the implants in, positioning them just right, and closed me up again. I felt nothing for about two or three hours, until the anesthesic wore off. Then soreness where the stiches were. The painkiller worked to minimize any discomfort, and the only thing I could feel was a slight tightening as my nipples stretched over the mounds. And, of course, the mounds them selves. They were high and proud, 36b now, and I was fascinated by the sight of myself in the mirror. There was no mistaking it now, I had taken the next step toward womanhood, and the thought began to form in my mind that maybe, just maybe, I could take the third and final part of the journey - SRS.
For the first time in my life, I actually contemplated the possiblity of the operation to remove my penis and balls and have them replaced with a pussy. I discussed it with Mansour.
"Oh no" he replied sternly "it is not possible. You must understand, for the Ahmeds you must remain a male. Their father, the Emir, has strictly forbidden them to have sex with women, other than their wives. It is his ruling, and they will not, they cannot, disobey. That dishonor would cost them their royalness."
"But what's the difference?" I couldn't understand this "look at me, no one is going to think that I'm not a woman."
"Think?" he responded "think does not matter. It is what you are that matters. You are male, no matter how you look, and that is the most important thing to them. Sex with boys is common in my country. Many men have male concubines, it in no way violates their marriage vows. But sex with women, other than with their wives, is strictly forbidden. Violation of this carrys very serious penalties. For the Ahmeds the penalties are even more costly, it could mean their inheritance, and that is just not possible. No, you must remain genetically a boy to be kept by the Ahmeds."
It was a mind blowing thought, but I would come to realize with time that their beliefs were their beliefs, and as strange as it seemed to me, it made perfect sense to them. It was only the first of many adjustments I would make over the course of time. It would all become clear to me that this was a classical example of east meeting west. And the only thing we had in common, at least at first, was sex. That would become the vehicle with which we would communicate until I was ready to accept their ideas as my own.
The conversation on this matter was closed. At least for now.
The discomfort disappeared in the coming days, and I was delighted with the results of the operation. I wore a bra during that time, to lessen the bouncing of my new breasts which pulled the stitches and hurt, but after the first week I dispensed with the confining thing. The implants were shaped in such a way that my breasts were tight and I got used to the slight bounce as I walked.
Achmed had found a steady boyfriend who moved in the penthouse that week. His name was Todd, and he was a very nice looking guy, tall and slim, with the delicate, effiminate features of a homosexual. We became friends immediately, and it became apparent that the two of us shared many similarities. He had come to the city when he graduated from high school, looking for the same opportunities as me. Like me, he had wound up on the street, hustling tricks, until Mansour had brought him to Achmed, and they had slept together a few times before he was propositioned as Achmed's concubine the way I had been. He had never had sex with Abe or Mass, spending all his time with Achmed. We would come to represent the difference between the brother's sexual preferences.
Todd was fascinated by the sexual transformations I had gone thru. I think, in a small way, he envied my freedom to change my life. But at the same time, we both realized that Achmed's wishes for Todd were grossly different from Abe and Mass' for me.
We had free reign of the apartment while the brothers were away. Mansour went out often, attending to various business demands from the Ahmed's, some of which required him to be away for a day or so. When that happened, Todd and I were restricted from going out, and life became just the least bit boring for both of us.
Two highly sexed individuals who did not take boredoom very easily. It was bound to happen. And it did.
We were alone in the apartment, watching television, disagreeing over whic of two equally mind numbing programs to watch when we decided there must be something better. We noticed the VCR and agreed that there must be a selection of movies somewhere in the apartment. We searched high and low, finally finding a cassette in Achmed's bedroom. It was a black on white gay movie, and we sat on the couch watching it together.
"God, I could use some of that" Todd exclaimed as the sight of the blonde boy with his mouth full of black cock filled the screen.
"The cock, or the blow job?" I asked.
"Either....both" he replied "I've been jerking off two and three times a day since I've been here. The sex is great when Achmed is here, but when he's gone......I mean.....I'm used to it....I need it."
"Yeah, I know what you mean....on the street....in the club. I didn't go more than a day...two at the most, without sex. Here, it's like a flurry of sex, then waiting, then a flurry of sex, then waiting."
We were both two youngsters, with 'normal' needs, and the boredoom of sitting around all day and night was taking its toll. And the porno video didn't help. I noticed the bulge in Todds lap, he was obviously excited by the scene taking place in the video, the blonde was bent over what appeared to be a kitchen table, and the black stud was fucking him, his massive man meat sliding in and out of the tight pinkness. The blonde was moaning in pleasure as he bucked and thrust back to meet the onslaught from his lover.
"Well.....we're here....." I started, my eyes glued to Todds crotch.
"And we're queer" he interjected. We both laughed at the rhyme.
"So...shall I dear?" I finished the poem, moving closer to him and reaching for his mound.
"God yes" he exclaimed as my hand pressed against the outline of his penis thru his jeans. And with that he helped me unzip and I reached inside to fish it out. It was large, the head oozing precum as I let my hand play along the tip. I smeared the precum all over the head, lubricating it as I gently jacked it. He was out of his jeans and shirt in a second, and plopped back down on the couch, his legs splayed out and his feet resting on the floor. I left my tee shirt on, that's all I was wearing, but pulled my panties over my feet and left them on the floor. Todd's hand came between my legs and squeezed my balls as my prick began to harden.
He was much larger than me, perhaps 8 inches, and his rock hard cock stood straight up in the air.
"Hormones" I explained as he pulled on my semi hard dick, trying to get it to full length. "I can get hard, but it takes a lot longer than before." He didn't seem to mind, and before I knew it, he dropped his head in my lap, licking and sucking me in. The feeling was wonderful, I hadn't been in anyone's mouth but Achmed's for the past few weeks, and the sensation of having my dick in a talented, sucking mouth was overpowering. He worked wonders down there and I was soon as hard as a rock. Not able to stop myself, I quickly came, letting go in him as he sucked and slurpped it all down. I was beside myself with passion and pleasure.
As he continued to hold my spasming dick in his mouth, he scooted around on the couch, until he was stretched out the full length of it. I shifted my position, laying down, and brought my face to his crotch. I licked at the engorged head, tasting the sweet nectar of his precum, before opening my mouth wide and taking it inside. His taste was heavenly, and his manliness filled my nostrils as I sucked the first few inches in my mouth, my fingers loose around his shaft. He took my balls in his mouth, bathing them in saliva as I continued to work his monster toward the back of my mouth. I felt the head slip past and into my throat as I stretched wide to accomodate him. My nose and face were now pressed into his pubic hair and I realized that I had taken his entire length in me without so much as a gag.
I began pulling him in and out, my hand still tight around the base, my throat muscles relaxed as the head slid out, then in. He returned my dick to his mouth and the renewed attention had me hard again in no time.
"Fuck me" he pleaded, taking my hard cock out of his mouth "puleeeze"
I had only fucked one other, Amanda, but the urge to feel myself inside him was so overpowering that I didn't hesitate. Getting off the couch, I stood behind him as he rested his knees on the edge and bent over the back. He adjusted himself til his asshole was at dick level for me. I knelt and brought my mouth to the pink pucker and extended my tongue to it. I licked him there, tasting the strong aroma of his hole. He was clean, which I appreciated, and my tongue slid in, softly parting the lips and then thrusting beyond, into him. As my nose crushed against his ass crack, my lips against his lips, I felt his muscles relax and accept me. He tasted good, manly and good, and I decided I could suck his ass all day if he wanted. But he didn't, he wanted to be fucked, and I withdrew my mouth and stood. Adjusting myself slightly, I brought the head of my dick to his hole. The lubrication from my tongue had done the job, and I slipped inside easily. He wasn't tight, the result of previous sexual encounters, but he wasn't extremely loose either, and his insides clung tightly to my invading dick.
"Ahhhhhhh........" He moaned as I buried myself inside him with a few quick strokes. I withdrew to the point of coming out, and then thrust back inside. He gasped and pushed back against me, pressing his cheeks into my pubic hair. Reaching back thru his opened legs, he grasped my ballsack and squeezed. I don't know where he learned that - I could guess - but the pressure caused me to erupt into him, shooting a stream of jism deep into his bowels. I could feel the wet, slimy liquid run out my dick and add to the natural lubrication he provided. Glancing down, as I withdrew, I could see my cum smeared all over my cock. Soft now, I slid from him with a plopping sound.
"Eat it" he whispered.
I didn't need encouragement now, and I dropped to my knees again and brought my mouth to his hole. It was gaping from the fucking I had given him, and I could see the first of my cum oozing out.
I licked up his ass crack, my tongue coming to rest at his hole. As my mouth closed over it, I sucked and licked my own cum from him. The taste was something else, my semen mixed with the aroma of his insides. I glued my mouth to him now, trying to get as much of the strong tasting mixture in my mouth as I could. He raised his body, his ass dropping, to allow gravity to do it's thing, and I crouched lower to keep my mouth in place. This worked, and soon the slow ooze turned into a steady stream as the cum inside found it's way out and onto my tongue and mouth. I held it in my mouth until it was full, then swallowed it.
I had tasted my own cum before, it was a real turnon, but this was more. The taste from Todd's bowels added such a dimension of manhood to it that I fairly swooned. I had never tasted anything so delicously naughty, and knew I would come to crave this.
As soon as I had the last drops out of him, and into my stomach, he turned and sat on the couch. I lay in the floor, trying to cool down.
"God....that was great" he sighed.
"Yeah, it was" I replied, stretching out on the floor "wanna do me?"
"Let's wait. I mean, if it's alright with you. We've got plenty of time."
"Sure. Whenever you want. We've got something to do to pass the time now."