Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 08:29:37 EDT
From: lesli 99 <lesli99@hotmail.com>
Subject: Transgendered - Lesli story Pt 15

You don't hear much about white slavery these days, it was supposed to have
died in the last century.  Prostitution in the Middle East is another
subject that is not very popular, because officially it doesn't exist.  Let
me tell you that both are alive and doing very very well these days.

Very influential people in the Middle East have organized both, the latter
to serve as a resource for the enormously popular, and necessary former.
Officially prostitution has been outlawed, a victim of the religious fervor
that has shaped and guided Middle Eastern governments since the untimely
deposing of the Shah of Iran in the late 1970s.  But the wealth generated
by oil, and the unprecedented opening of Arab countries to the West, have
given them a taste for the pleasures they have seen in their travels
abroad.

So, in an effort to maintain the religious front, while also taking
advantage of those willing to spend money, or better yet those willing to
grant political or personal rewards, a subculture of organized pleasure
operates quietly and efficiently just beneath the surface of most Middle
Eastern countries.  All very organized.  No streetwalkers, no brothels or
harems.  Just a few very influential businessmen who control the entire
flesh trade in this region.

Which brings me to white slavery.  That's the whole basis of supply for
this underground industry.

With the collapse of the former Soviet Union, and the subsequent collapse
of the economy as they knew it, there came an exodus of women from Russian
cities to the areas bordering the old empire.  This exodus reached the
Middle Eastern countries primarily through Turkey, Iraq, to Kuwait,
Bahrain, and finally the Emirates.  Most, if not all, were prostitutes,
trying to make a living in the oil rich region bordering the Persian Gulf.
The money was there, they were right in assuming that, but they ran
headlong into the religious police and eventually most landed in prison.
Notice I didn't say jail.  Jail, in the Middle East, is reserved for lesser
crimes, like speeding.  Prostitution, being the big religious no - no, cost
prison time, and at one point, the prisons were almost overflowing with
would be hookers.  Most were sent back the way they came, escorted to some
remote border outpost and sent on their way.  But a select few, and by
select I mean they were something to look at, were cherry picked by a
handful of shady characters looking to make their fortune by acting as a
supply of pleasure to the oil rich Arabs and their distinguished visitors.
Nothing overtly resembling a brothel, but a supply none the less to meet
this demand.

Homosexuals, on the other hand, primarily came from the seemingly
inexhaustable supply of Filipino, Indian, and Pakistanis who came to the
oil rich countries to work.  Their own countries were in relative poverty,
overcrowded with the unemployed.  A work visa allowed them to remain in the
Emirate, as long as they were suitably sponsored and had work lined up
before arriving.  These workers lived in poverty, relative to the Arabs and
Western expats, sending most of their money to families left at home.
They're lives, while poor compared to the Arabs, were generally better than
those left behind.  Left behind were wives, girlfriends, and family,
leaving very little outlet for pleasure.  With their religious background,
most of these men were celibate during their stay, thru financial necessity
as well as the lack of cheap prostitutes to service them.  The occasional
queer among them could provide diversionary relief so long as the moral
baggage associated with that kind of coupling didn't overwhelm them.
Apparently it was easier for some to make this leap than others, as
evidenced by the overwhelming majority of those arrested for homosexual
behavior were Indian, followed by Filipinos.  Homosexuality was another
crime here, so those who did get caught had their visas revoked and found
themselves on a one way trip back home.

But not that many got caught.  Not that many, at least, who stayed in their
place, in the working class.  Those who got in trouble came from the hotel
staffs, the hairdressers, the bell hops, the room service attendants, the
taxi drivers, those who generally came in contact with tourists.  I guess
the urge was just too great in situations like that, and several seemed to
succumb to it, either doing it for the pleasure or the money.  But again,
just like with the women prostitutes, the security services were always on
the lookout for this, and it was just a matter of time before they were
either caught in the act, or their reputation got back to the wrong people.
A short stay in prison, then on their way home.  Not all, of course, some
of them were cherry picked by the same group of pimps who used them to
satisfy the needs of guests that were into 'that sort of thing'.

So it was that I found myself becoming the property of one Mr Nabil Habieb
who arranged with the good doctor and immigration officials to take me from
the sticky situation I found myself in.  I don't know the exact details of
the exchange, but I was picked up at my hotel, with my meager baggage in
tow, and taken to a villa across the border in the Emirate of Abu Dhabi,
where I joined Nabil's motley 'harem for pleasure' as he so vividly
described it.  The 'harem' consisted of 4 East European prostitutes who
spoke the barest of english, and an effiminate Indian boy named Sankit.  He
appeared to be all of 14 or 15 years old, about my height and weight, with
beautiful smile and the whitest teeth I had ever seen.  He spoke perfect
english.

I don't know how I was supposed to fit in, I didn't know the rules of the
game or anything.  I was just dumped with this group.  I shared a bedroom
with Sankit and one of the girls.  The other three had another bedroom.  My
only option at this point was to get to know Sankit and try to have him
answer all my questions.

Sankit was nice enough, he told me he had 'worked' for Nabil for two months
now and life was better for him now than when he was on the street.  He had
come from India with an older uncle, both on work visas for a landscaping
concern in Dubai.  They had worked 12 hour days grooming the lawns of
expensive villas with little free time.  It was hard work, the temperature
in Dubai this time of year was routinely over 100F and they worked during
the hottest part of the day.  His uncle had pimped the boy to other Indian
and Paki workers at night, sometimes multiple sessions, in order to have
more money to send home.  He had come to enjoy these nocturnal encounters
to the point that he asked his uncle to arrange even more.  His uncle, bold
from the sucess so far, had ventured from the close knit expatriate
community into what he thought would be the more lucrative tourist crowd,
only to be arrested for solicitation.  They were both to be expelled to
India, but on the night before their leaving, Nabil had shown up at the
prison with a deal for Sankit.  Thinking that there was still a chance that
Sankit could make money and send it back to him in India, the uncle agreed
to put him in Nabil's custody.  And here he was now, pimped by Nabil to
whatever government official or guest of the government wanted sex with
him.  Living conditions were better than the hovel he had lived in with his
uncle, and the men he serviced treated him nicely.  He was quite content to
be chauffered from the villa to various hotels in Dubai, Abu Dhabi, even as
far away as Bahrain to have sex with whichever customer Nabil had set up.

The same arrangement was true for the women he told me.  They were more in
demand, but then again there were four of them, so everyone was relatively
happy.  And Nabil was flush with money and prestige as he arranged for his
'harem' to meet the elicit needs of the Middle Eastern elite, and almost
elite.

I was obviously meant for another crowd, those who appreciated transexuals.
Nabil had a prize in me, I was to be the only transexual hooker in all of
the Gulf.  Nabil had connections, I suspected the good doctor, and I was
given a month's supply of oral hormones.  My wardrobe was sufficient for
life as a prostitute, I got three square meals a day, and I had a place to
sleep.  In Nabil's opinion, I was all set.

I had hooked before, so the idea of sex for money didn't really bother me.
What did bother me was that I was in the custody of this high society pimp,
my days and nights at his command.  I wasn't used to an arrangement like
this, even with Rufus I had a high degree of freedom.  And, truthfully, I
missed the life of leisure I had enjoyed as a 'concubine' of the Ahmeds.
No, this would never do, and I began trying to figure out how I might
escape Nabil and get back to the States and my life.  I confided only in
Sankit, I wasn't able to communicate with the women, who treated me as a
freak anyway.

My first 'assignment', as Nabil put it, was at the Chicago Beach Hotel, in
Dubai.

At Nabil's instruction, I dressed in a simple cotton summer dress, cut mid
thigh, and sleeveless, with a pair of white strap sandals.  Underneath I
wore pink thong panties, and a matching pink bra. My penis was tucked
securely between my legs. It was easier to remain tucked now, the
cumulative effect of all the hormones I had been taking kept it limp most
of the time.  I didn't wear hose, it is absolutely too hot, even at night,
in the Gulf for hose. I went light on the makeup, not wishing to draw too
much attention to myself, and gathered my hair back into my signature pony
tail.  I looked good, I could tell from the stares Nabil, Sankit, and the
girls gave me as I emerged from the communal bathroom.

The ride to the hotel was pleasant, my first outing since coming to work
for Nabil, the seemingly endless dessert giving way to the bright lights of
power plants, aluminum smelters, and finally the many ships docked at Jebel
Ali.  The ride lulled me into a sense of contentment and it wasn't until we
made the left turn into the tastefully decorated hotel complex that I
remembered that I was here to work, nothing else.

Of course in the line of business I was in work and pleasure mixed for me
quite well, and I was already feeling aroused as I made my way across the
lobby and took the elevator to the 4th floor.  Room 4112 was at the end of
the halway, and I could see the dark waters of the Gulf thru the window to
my left as I rang the bell.

My trick was a middle aged military officer.  I never did figure out where
he was from, but from the paleness of his skin I determined he was not from
the Gulf.  I suspected Eastern Europe, but since he spoke no English, and I
spoke nothing else, I couldn't be certain.  He was tall, and fairly
handsome, his hair cut in a classic military 'butch'.  I found myself
warming to him as soon as I saw him, and the same must have been true with
him.  His eyes took me in from head to toe, and I could tell that he liked
what he saw.

It was an interesting evening.  He poured me a glass of wine which I drank
as we stood on his balcony and watched the lights of the gaggle of boats
passing up and down the beach in back of the hotel.  Seeing my glass was
empty, he promptly refilled it and in the course of half an hour we had
drank the whole bottle.

I suspected that the social part of the evening was over when he gently
pushed me thru the door toward the bedroom.  He plopped down on the bed,
and motioned me closer.  I sat on the edge, as he stretched out, his head
on one of the three pillows.  I ran my hand across the bulge in his
trousers feeling what had to be a good sized piece of meat there.  He
pulled me down next to him and gently massaged my breasts, stirring me.  As
we lay there, my hand on his penis, he ran his hands around my back, and
fumbled with my bra.  I turned slightly, giving him better access to the
catch, and he managed to unhook it in no time. Sliding the straps of my
dress over my shoulders, he pulled it down and removed my bra.  My kneeded
and sucked my breasts, first the right, then the left.

"Oooooh" I moaned.  The passion built in me like a roll of thunder, and I
grabbed at his hardening cock thru his trousers, which he promptly
unbuttoned and helped me as I pulled them down over his legs and off.  His
jockey shorts came with them, and he was nude from the waist down.  I took
the hint as he pushed me down and slid down til his cock was at face level.
It was big, just as I had suspected and I estimate it to be at least ten
inches and thin.  It was as white as the rest of him, and the uncircumsized
head was wrapped in a layer of delicious looking foreskin.  His balls were
small, I mean compared to his cock, and completely hairless.  I don't know
if he shaved them or what, but they looked like two grapes in his tight
ball sack.

Fascinated by the sight, I opened my mouth and took the head inside,
savoring the strong taste of him.  He smelled manly, and I wasted no time
in getting as much of it in my mouth as I could, the head, still in it's
sheath, pushing against the entrance to my throat.  A few strokes of my
talented mouth and he was past my gag reflex and lodged deep in my throat.
As I pulled back and let the head come into my mouth I pulled on the shaft
and the head slowly emerged.  I ran my tongue expertly along the underneath
side of the head and he moaned with pleasure.

He had both my breasts in his hands now, and he squeezed and massaged them
until I felt the telltale signs of my empending erection straining against
the confines of my panties.  I shifted my right hand down there to massage
myself, which made me even harder, as I continued to bob up and down on his
dick.  I intended to suck him off.  But he had other ideas, and he pulled
my mouth off and rolled over, fished in the night stand and produced a
condom.  He handed it to me and I tore the package open and took out the
wet rubber.  I tried to hand it back to him but he pointed to my mouth.  I
guessed correctly that he wanted me to put it on him using my mouth, so I
took the semen reservoir between my lips and placed the rolled condom on
the tip of his dick.  I then opened my mouth and pushed down on the ring
with my lips, rolling the condom smartly down the shaft.  I gave it a few
quick sucks to make sure it was smoothed out before pulling my mouth off
it.

He handed me a tube of what appeared to be lubricant, which I squeezed out
in my hand and coated the head and shaft with a thin layer.  I had lubed my
hole before leaving the villa, not expecting my trick to have all this on
hand, but I touched it up with a few quick swipes from my index finger.  At
this point in my life, my hole still retained a bit of it's pucker and
muscle tone, and I had to work my finger in slowly so as not to hurt
myself.  He removed his shirt as I was doing this, and helped me off with
my panties.

The lubrication done, it was obviously time for the fuck.  Or so I thought.
He surprised me by rolling me on my back and taking my semi hard penis in
his mouth, deepthroating it with one fluid movement.  I became rock hard in
no time.  Boy, did he ever know how to turn a girl on, and I found myself
near the brink as he sucked and slurped along the entire length of it.  I
felt his fingers spread my ass cheeks as he sucked me, and I spread my legs
even wider to give him better access to my pucker hole.  He ran his finger
around the perimeter of it, gently kneeding the soft, tender flesh before
slowly slipping it inside me.  My sphincter gripped it tightly before
relaxing and opening up to him.

I was on fire now, moaning and groaning as his knuckle passed the entrance
and the tip of his finger massaged the warm inner sanctom of my love canal.
He withdrew slightly, then shoved the whole thing in, provoking another
series of oohs and ahhs from me.  My spincter dilated and I relaxed
completely, giving myself up to the exciting finger fuck and his mouth
expertly massaged my swollen prick.  He could have done me like this til I
came, but sensing my heightened state of arousal, he finally withdrew and,
simultaneously,took his mouth from my dick.

He rolled me on my stomach, spreading my legs as he lay on top of my back,
his condom encased cock pressing lightly against my spread cheeks.  As I
reached back to guide him the pressure increased as his cock head began
forcing it's way between the lips of my hole.  I didn't feel any pain, just
a slight tinge as the head pushed its way past what tightness still
remained.  The combination of lubricant and the relaxed state his finger
had me in facilitated a painless entry, and I thrusts my hips up to force
more of him inside me.  He took it slow, exerting a constant downward
pressure and pushing more and more of that gigantic piece of meat inside
me.  I was filling up, but there was no discomfort as my passion built to
the point of no return.  He was completely inside me now, and the head was
stroking me deep inside in a way I had come to yearn.  My lips griped his
shaft tightly now, and the increased friction of this deep fuck left me
weak and trembling, face down on the bed.  I clutched at the bed spread to
have something to hold on to as he continued to ride my ass, ramming deep,
deep inside me.

I thought he was ready to cum several times, but each time he simply slowed
down and let the edge recede before resuming.  He was good, he had control,
and I found myself hoping that this would go on forever.  I enjoy being
fucked, more than anything else in the world, and this was shaping up to be
one of the memorable ones.  My rock hard dick was trapped between me and
the bed, and I was sure I would come at any moment myself.  But he had
another surprise for me, and slowly withdrew his cock from my ass with a
wet plopping sound.

He replaced his cock with his tongue, lapping up the combination of
lubricant and juices.  Then he came up beside me, laying on his back as he
stroked the shaft of his rock hard member.  He pulled me on top and spread
my legs so my knees were to either side of his body.  He obviously wanted
me to ride his cock now, so I reached back and guided it to my gaping hole.
It slid in easily, and soon as was humping up and down on him, my hands on
my knees to steady myself and my breasts bouncing up and down with each
thrust.  He was deeper inside now, the position giving more access and
allowing more of his cock to find it's way inside me.  I could feel the
head rubbing my prostrate and within seconds I shot a stream of cum across
his stomach and onto his chest.  That did it for him, he groaned, tensed,
and obviously filled the rubber with his orgasm.  I rode him for a few more
minutes before collapsing on the bed beside him, both of us completely
spent.

There was one more surprise in store for me this evening as he pulled the
jism filled condom from his cock and, holding it upside down with one hand,
squeezed its gooey contents into my mouth with the fingers of his other.
The warm, salty liquid filled my mouth and I rolled it around inside,
savoring the strong manly taste of his protein before letting it slide down
my throat to my waiting stomach.  This final act of deprevation over, he
watched as I dressed and saw me to the door.  The last surprise wasn't
really a surprise at all as he kissed me on the forehead before shutting
the door behind me.

I toyed with the idea of stopping at the bar on the way out, but wisely
decided not to.  I also wisely resisted the urge to make a pass at the
driver on the way back to Abu Dhabi.  The evenings activity had sated most
of my sexual appetite, and as we sped along the now deserted highway I
found myself thinking that my situation was not all that bad.

No, I said to myself, not bad at all.

to be continued

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