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Authors name: Anon NixPixer - 1992
Story title : Sheik Down
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Sheik Down (FF, arab-voy, drugs)
by Anon NixPixer - 1992
***
Lynn and I are two close friends who like to go out
after work for "happy hour" on Fridays.
It's kind of an unwinding thing we do at the end of the
work week to get together at a nice dinner house with a
great bar, happy hour prices, and great looking single
guys. We go to 2 or 3 different places and we do this
whether we have a date that night or not.
I'm Janet, 5' 6", 105, 24 y/o with long, blond hair and,
if I should say so myself, I'm in pretty good physical
shape since I make it a habit to work out 3 days a week.
Lynn is a long time friend. She is a little taller than
me, a year younger, slightly heavier (mostly because of
her huge boobs!), and has beautiful auburn/red hair that
never fails to get the looks from guys (or girls, too
for that matter). We had talked on the phone earlier
that Friday and made a "date" to meet just after 5 at EL
NOEL noted for its good Mexican food and even better
margaritas.
Neither of us had a date that night so we didn't have
any "afterward" plans as we often do.
It was kind of a nice change to catch up on "girl talk"
and not be in a hurry to get home and change for a date.
"....and this regular customer who comes in, Bill....
you should see his butt! He has the tightest,
cutest...."
I was half listening to Lynn, as we sat at the bar
working on our 2nd margarita, and noticing the 2 guys
who were at the end of the bar ordering.
The place was packed with people and the chat and noise
levels can get loud.
"....and he said...."
One of the two guys made eye contact with me and flashed
a big smile with pearly white teeth. His eyes were
piercing. "Jan, are you listening to me?" Lynn asked.
She could tell I was looking past her and, without being
too obvious, wanted to know what (or who) I was looking
at. "There's these two guys... DON'T LOOK! They look
like they're Arabic or something but the one guy is
really giving me the eye."
Just then 2 more margaritas arrived and Jim, the
bartender said, "compliments of the two gentlemen over
there." We were barely into our second drink. We were
sure to get bombed.... more than we were already.
I smiled at them and raised my glass and Lynn did the
same.
"Oh, they're gorgeous!" Lynn turned to me. She didn't
overstate them. The taller of the two (and the one who
smiled at me), had jet black, curly hair with a neatly
trimmed sexy beard.
The other one was only slightly shorter and had just a
mustache. Both were dressed impeccably in what appeared
to be tailored pin striped suits. That wasn't out of
line considering a lot of businessmen come here after
work too.
Before Lynn and I could talk about them, they appeared
right next to us!
"Permit me, my name is Farhard, this is my friend
Haddam, and you? With the most beautiful face in here,
are?"
"Janet, Jan." I was curt but didn't quite know what to
say since I was caught off guard. To compound it, he had
an accent that seemed middle-eastern, it was hard for me
to understand him.
"And you, my dear? To whom do I have the pleasure?" His
friend was just as suave and gentleman-like.
"Ah, L-L-Lynn," my friend stammered out her name like
she was making it up.
"Thank you for the drinks," I blurted out. Stupid!
"Oh... no probalum...."
I was noticing Haddam's eyes devouring Lynn's bulging
cleavage. Damn her and her big boobs. Although we were
wearing business suits, Lynn had gone into the bathroom
and removed her tank top that discreetly covered her
boobs during business hours.
I was wearing a white blouse under my suit that buttoned
to the neck with a matching scarf wrapped around. Lynn
was much more daring and provocative. (I always hate it
when she does this, it often draws the wrong element to
us like flies to butter!)
"Are you foreigners?"
I almost died when she so quickly and directly asked
that question.
"Yes, we are visiting your country from Engaland. Do you
like... ah, how you say, foreigners?"
England, yeah right! By way of Saudi Arabia!
"We are here representing our highness who has business
in your country."
Lynn and I looked at one another with intrigue and, "His
Highness?" she had to ask.
"Yes, Sheik Abu Naddi Haffdel."
I was aware that Farhard was ogling me like I was the
one who had removed my blouse.
"Forgive me.... Jyanit, but your eyes, they are like,
how do say? Magnets to me."
Oh brother! These guys were full of it!
I don't know if you have ever been in one of these
places but the noise level along with the periodic
announcements of 'so & so your table is ready' made it
nearly impossible to understand them, much less their
accents!
Before I could acknowledge his "compliment" he
interjected, "A thousand pardons, but that is our call
for our table.... it would give us great pleasure if you
would dine with us."
Before I/we could give that kind of commitment to total
strangers I gave Lynn a knowing look and excused
ourselves to the ladies room.
They both bowed their heads and allowed Lynn and I to
exit to "powder our noses". I felt their stares on our
bottoms the whole way to the bathroom.
"Do you BELIEVE these guys!" I exclaimed to Lynn on the
way.
"I think they're kind of charming." Lynn retorted. I was
a little taken aback by Lynn's reaction. Usually we are
together on the type of guys who impress us. As I leaned
over the sink to freshen my make-up I said, "Do you
really want to have dinner with these guys??" "Oh
where's your sense of adventure girl? It's ONLY a
dinner! Besides, you don't want to make them feel
unwelcome, do you?"
We argued briefly back and forth and, without taking too
much time, made the decision to have dinner with them.
During dinner, they both seemed to turn on the charm.
First, they made sure we knew prices were no object and
to order anything we wanted. They "insisted" on this and
that.
I think the most expensive thing on the menu was $13 or
$14 but they also asked for champagne. We settled on 2
bottles of wine with dinner and the question and answer
session (mostly from me) continued all through dinner.
Their questions were mostly about our "families" and if
we had husbands or boyfriends! How funny!
I could tell Lynn was totally captivated as was her
potential "suitor", Haddam and she began to tell our
life stories to him. It's funny how pairings seem to
happen but I must admit, Farhard was my choice of the
two.
I was mostly captivated by his accent and trying
desperately to understand what he was trying to convey.
Some of the words and sentences they put together were
absolutely hilarious such as, "I find that your country
is not 'weery preferenced' to people of other lands."
Then catching himself in a faux paux, "I mean for a
countary that is made up of ALL peoples from ALL lands."
Both Lynn and I looked at each other as we tried to be
delicate with our mouths full and not laugh out loud.
The conversation, (along with all the liquor) managed to
loosen us up and we had many laughs during dinner. The
only rough spot came when Farhard had accidentally cut
my finger with his massive ring while reaching for my
hand.
"PLEASE...OH, Forgive Me! How terribly clumsily of me!"
He barely even hurt my finger and quickly sopped up any
excess blood with his monogrammed handkerchief which he
deftly pulled from his pocket.
"Oh my, I must ask you for a thousand pardons."
"It was nothing really, Farhard... it was an accident."
"Please. To make it up to you we would be weery pleesed
and honored to take you to see the Sheik's water
wessel." I overheard Haddam say to Lynn as they paid the
check.
"My friend would feel dishonored if he were not allowed
to make go away such a disgrace as hurting your friend."
I don't think Lynn and I ever made more quizzical looks
at one another nor were we ever more "in the dark" about
a couple of guys and their ways and customs. They were
so mysterious, we couldn't refuse!
As we walked out of the restaurant, a long pearl white
stretch limousine quickly pulled up in front of us.
Before we could answer, the tuxedoed chauffeur quickly
hustled out to our side of the car and opened the door.
Almost hypnotically, and with very light nudging from
our hosts, Lynn and I entered what was the most
incredible, expensive looking interior of a limo I have
ever seen! Talk about champagne wishes and caviar
dreams!!
Lynn's eyes were as wide as mine...we were like little
kids in Disneyland as we settled into the luxury of the
leather seats, hand-crafted wood bar, and the sexiest
lighting I had ever encountered in an automobile!
Instead of chrome handles, ALL of the interior metal was
GOLD! And, apparently, NOT gold plated! "Do you mind if
I ask what kind of business your boss is in?" I asked.
"Why, no, forgive me for not saying sooner, he has many
'adventures' but mostly oil." Farhard informed us.
I should have guessed but Lynn and I were so high that
we both giggled out loud.
"Please." Haddam said more than asked. "I must have a
lock of your beautiful red hair Ms. Lynn." And with
that, he snipped a tiny section from the end of Lynn's
tresses. It was so odd that she just laughed even
louder.
Before we knew it, the limo had pulled out to the harbor
and the door swung open to a private dock. There, Lynn
and I were escorted to what I later found out was a
launch. "Is this is Wessel?" Lynn giggled out.
"Oh no, madame, this is the boat to get us to the
wessel," Farhard said in his most clipped English.
As the motors roared out, another man came out from
underneath the what-ever-they call-it with 2 white fur
coats.
"Please...you may get a chill out here on the water."
Lynn and I were absolutely flabbergasted over this kind
of treatment. And this was REAL fur! (I would never buy
fur for myself but it sure felt nice!)
Off in the distance, I saw the biggest SHIP I had ever
seen in person. It was incredibly lit up and looked like
royalty must have owned it.
"Oh my God," both Lynn and I saw it at the same time.
"You like boats?" Haddam asked.
Yeah, right. But this was NOT a BOAT! It had to be the
length of a football field. The most impressive thing
about this whole evening (not that we hadn't been
impressed by now!) was all the "help" that was around.
All were dressed in clean, pressed, white uniforms, and
extremely professional. None of them spoke and they
wouldn't let you do anything for yourself.
One was there when the launch arrived. Another properly
"welcomed" us aboard. While still another arrived with 4
glasses of champagne on a silver platter. There seemed
to be "help" everywhere.
"Please, you are our guests," spoke Farhard.
I can't put into words what the inside of this ship
looked like. It truly was something from "Rich &
Famous".
"May we...." I gestured toward where I thought there
might be a ladies room. After all the drink I really had
to pee.
"Oh, most certainly!" Farhard gestured and yet another
white uniform appeared to escort us down a winding
staircase (a staircase on a boat!) to where the powder
room was.
"OHMYGOD JAN, DO YOU BELIEVE THIS!!!" was all Lynn could
say as we locked ourselves in a "bath" room that was
bigger than my whole apartment! Again, more gold
everywhere...we were in total disbelief.
As I sat down to relieve myself, Lynn sat on a "pot"
next to me. "What IS THIS?"
"That's a bidet, Lynn. They are standard fixtures in
Europe."
As we tended to ourselves in the restroom we were
unaware that our hosts were listening to (and viewing)
us through hidden cameras.
Had we known, we would have kept our comments to
ourselves but, more important, we wouldn't have
undressed to the degree that we did to "clean up".
I had seen Lynn's firm, big tits many times before (and
marveled at them) but I know she wouldn't have wanted
our hosts to have seen them (just yet).
On the vanity were 3 or 4 gold "ashtrays" that had
different colored white powders while one that looked
like tobacco but smelled like pot or hashish.
Both Lynn and I looked at each other with the same
quizzical look.
Lynn, being the adventurous one, stuck her pinky in the
whitest of powder, smelled, then tasted it.
"It's COKE!"
"Are you sure?"
She then put some in her pinky fingernail and snorted
some.
"Yep, that's coke all right. Probably the best I've ever
had."
She then went to the next dish and did the same thing.
"I think this is heroin but I'm not sure."
"LYNN!" I couldn't believe she was doing this but it was
placed there obviously for guests' use. I saw her
eyelids turn even more to half staff after she inhaled
some from the 2nd dish.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, that's a real dreamy feeling...." her
voice trailed off.
I was frozen watching her as she sampled from each.
Finally, the third dish. A little on the pinky nail and
then snort. "OH Jan! You've got to try some of THIS!"
I've never been one for drugs. Even aspirin is too much.
"Jan!" I hadn't ever seen Lynn look like that... except
at a guy.
"Please, you've got to...."
Before I could protest, she scooped up more from the
last dish and put it up to my nose.
"No...." It was a feeble protest. Snort! Jan was holding
me by the shoulders and looking deep into my eyes. I
felt a warmth go through me like I had never felt in my
life before! It was like a hot fog going through my
entire body but it suddenly went straight to my crotch!
"Do you feel it Jan?" Lynn seemed obsessed with what was
happening to us.
"Here!" Before I could protest, she snorted more for
herself and put more up to my nose. SNORT!
"MMmmmmmmm...." It was the most dreamy experience I have
ever felt, even better than sex! This HAD to be some
sort of aphrodisiac! My pussy was tingling like it was
starting on fire!
"Oh Jan. Are you getting...?"
"Hot," I finished her sentence for her.
We don't know how much time had passed. It seemed like
an eternity but no one was complaining. No one was at
the door. Nothing else really seemed to matter as Lynn
and I seemed to notice EACH OTHER for the first time...
As she held me by the shoulders, I felt like I was
"melting" into her and she in me! I don't know how else
to describe these new feelings. I had always known Lynn
was attractive and she me, but neither of us had acted
on it!
It was like a wall between us had fallen down. Without
prompting on either of our parts, she looked at my lips
and I felt her mouth on mine in the most sensuous, sexy
kiss I had EVER had from either male or female!
She pulled me closer to her and I let my tongue glide
into her wet mouth. Really, we almost sucked each other
into one another. My arms went around her and hers
around me. I felt her reach down and squeeze my butt
cheeks and "pull me in" to her further.
Just when I thought of how aggressive she was being, I
realized I was doing the same thing to HER! We were like
two lovers who were discovering each other for the first
time and came together on the open sea.
"Mmmm," was all either of us could murmur during our
exquisite kiss. Neither of us had to say anything. This
drug! This wonderful drug! What the hell was it? I felt
my breasts mash into Lynn's and was acutely aware of the
sexual tingling that was going on everywhere. My skin
was SO SENSITIVE!
Lynn's kissing me, moved down to my neck and she sucked
and licked me like an ice cream cone.
"OOOHHH gawd...." I couldn't help myself. Even if I had
wanted to.
We had no idea that all that was going on had been
neatly planned. Our hosts were busy taping the whole
seduction scene that we thought was confined to our
private little world in the bathroom.
Little did we know that the entire ship was getting an
eyeful on monitors strategically placed throughout the
entire ship!
Unbeknownst to us:
In the Master Suite, His Highness was laying back on the
finest of silk sheets encasing a gold encrusted ultra-
king sized bed. He smiled at two of the 6 monitors
hanging from the ceiling as the image of the two new
"discoveries" flashed on the screen.
Around him were 4 young girls, each "attending" to His
every whim.
One was behind him massaging his neck. The second and
third were holding his stiff cock in there tiny hands
and fighting over who would be rewarded with his royal
juice. Each licked him furiously and deliciously. A
normal man couldn't have held off cumming.
The fourth was running around here and there getting HRH
whatever he required. A glass of brandy, a thick towel,
a puff on his gold hookah pipe, whatever.
I felt Lynn's hands on my left breast.... massaging,
weighing it. I also felt her mashing her pubic bone into
mine in an effort to satisfy the incredible fire that
was going on down there. With no effort, waves of orgasm
washed over both of us. It was just as she had
unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my breast to her mouth
and clamped down on my hard nipple. I knew it.
She knew it.
We both had cum and were not in the least bit
satisfied.... yet.
We were still in a lust crazed fog and neither wanted
out of it.
I felt myself lowering my mouth to those huge globes of
Lynn. They were right there! I had often fantasized
about holding them, cupping them, weighing them, and
devouring them! But it was nothing like this! I HAD to
have her! We both whimpered in anticipation of one
another and she was fumbling with the back clasp and
zipper of my suit trousers. And just like that, they
fell to the clean white tile floor!
She was all over me.
She kneeled in front of me and I could feel her burying
her face in my belly and thighs.
I could smell our mutual feminity as we were both
incredibly turned on beyond turning back.
I felt Lynn's nose in my core. She was inhaling my scent
deeply....as deeply as I wanted to inhale hers. During
all this, we were unaware that the ship's engines had
roared to life.
The damn thing was so big that you hardly even felt like
you were on the water. I attributed what I felt to the
moment.... the gentle rocking was from being so
heightened and turned on and now from the gently
nuzzling of Lynn's nose.
She was rubbing my legs and thighs and reached up and
pulled on the waistband of my thigh-high jockeys and I
felt the air against my pubis.
I unconsciously lifted my foot out of both my pants and
panties and Lynn caressingly rested one of my feet on
the bidet. As soon as my foot settled on it, Lynn's
tongue entered my wet pussy with one long fluid lick
that sent me to the moon. I nearly fell over!
"Uuhm... uhm..." she almost purred as she licked me and
I sighed in joy at the bathing my clitoris was getting
after being so highly aroused to a pitch state.
"Oh baby, oh, baby...." it was all I could say and I was
lucky to say anything. I was riding to a pinnacle of
another climax that was overtaking me and I was
oblivious to anything other than her glorious tongue.
"OOooohhh.... oooh.... ohhhh!"
Farhard and Haddam smiled at one another from the ship's
bar where they quietly sipped a cognac. They, like
others on the ship, were transfixed with the images of
the beautiful blond and the voluptuous redhead who was
now on her knees with her face buried.
One of the uniformed men brought a printed out sheet of
paper to them. On the paper were the results of the "on
board" test of the women's hair and blood samples that
assured His Highness they were disease free.
"Oh... Oh.... OOOOOHHHH!" The sounds were as good as the
picture they were viewing and both men with the test
results, were proud of their "catch" tonight.
In a few moments, they would slip the girls a drug that
would put them out for 2 or 3 days.
The next drugs (along with the video tape catching them
in this compromising position) would be part of the mind
control regime.
After that, the harem girls would "re-train" them with
the help of more mind controlling drugs and treatment.
And finally, they would realize their fate (which could
be worse) when they awoke in the Arabian Sea new, fresh
property of HRH.
***
They knew the Sheik would reward them handsomely for
finding 2 such wanton women who were so easily
influenced and captured.
END
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