The Three Day Pass · Part 5

The Three Day Pass · Part 5 (5/13)
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ips and tasted her cum, then kissed her and shared her love juice with her. Her fingers frantically undid his fly, reached in and searched for his maleness. She gasped as she touched his foreskin. Her fingers circled his hard cock and squeezed it, sending waves of hot pleasure through the massive appendage.

Her nail tip, running up and down the underside of his manhood and over the very sensitive cockhead, drove the soldier almost to the point of no return. He wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her into oblivion right there in the theater. His brain finally got the better of his animal instincts and breathing heavily, whispered in her ear, "We better either get the hell out of here or stop before we are thrown out. It would not look good if we were caught this way."

Forcing themselves apart, and somehow getting their clothes smoothed out, they almost ran from the theater to Joseph's car in the dark end of the parking lot. As they got into the car Kassie asked, "Where are we going? The car is too small and I don't want to go to some cheap motel room."

"Kassie, my love, there is something we have to talk about. I don't know how to tell you this or even if I should tell you," Joseph stammered as he pulled her into his arms. "I'm afraid that you will not want me when I tell you the truth about me."

"Yussef, habibi, I know!" she said.

"What, what do you know?"

"I know about-my father and you!" she whispered and then leaned over and kissed him. "He wants you, wants your body and your soul just like I want you."

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

"We will do whatever we have to do in order to get married," Kassie answered, "if that is what you want. This sort of thing is known to happen. While I don't approve of it, nor do I like it, I am willing to share your body with my father, but-your love is mine. Now I must tell you the truth. He has been using me for years to get his boys. He uses me as an inducement to get them into bed. Never once did he allow any one of them to become engaged to me or even to have sex with me, until you came along. I suppose that, now that I am getting too old to attract the younger men he prefers, he has decided to let me become your wife. I think he loves you, Yussef, and that in his sick mind he wants to grow old with you as his lover. Having you as a son-in- law would preserve his manly image in the community."

"What about your mother?" he asked. "Does she know and agree with all this?"

"Yes she does and that is the really weird part, Yussef. Before I was born, he used my mother. She was young and beautiful and many young men desired her. He arranged for some of them to be caught in compromising situations with my mother. As an important and influential higher-up in the Syrian occupation forces, he was able to blackmail them into his bed. Some of them refused. They disappeared. Most were compliant and when he got tired of them, they too disappeared. My mother says that Fazzi is not my real father. Because of his fondness for men, she was forced to take a lover. Fazzi found out, arrested him and personally saw to his interrogation.

He beat, tortured and raped the poor man and then cut off his genitalia, stuffed them into his mouth and hung him on a hook to die a slow-and what must have been a painful-death. His body was dumped into the Mediterranean. That bastard has used us as his personal harem, to attract men for his perversions. First he used my mother, and now me. No more. Now it is my turn to use him. I want my freedom and you are going to get it for me."

"Holy Shit! What the hell have I got myself into?" he said. "Now let me see if I got this right. You want me to be your father's lover, just so that he will allow you to marry me, so you can get away from him?"

"When you put it that way-it sounds so, so horrible," she stammered. "But yes, that's it, 'in a nutshell', as you Americans say."

"Look, darling, no matter what happens," he said, "one way or the other I'm going to get you out of there, and you don't even have to marry me if you don't want to. Do you think Mary would like to leave Fazzi also?"

"I don't know for sure; however, once I am out from under his control, it may be that my mother will be able to either get out herself or make some sort of a deal. I think she has only stayed with him because of me. I told you she was a Christian, and he would never allow her to take me from under his control. I think he fears that she might not only return to Christianity, but have me baptized as a Christian as well. This is what has and will keep him from harming us. I don't think he could live with that."

"I'm a Christian. Would he permit our marriage?" Joseph asked.

"I think he is going to try to get you to become a Moslem," she said. "However, in any case, if you refuse, he could always make some excuse for not having you convert. He may think no one would dare question him. Besides he could say that, as everyone knows, he did try to arrange marriages for me, but could not make a suitable and honorable one and had to settle for you. But to tell the truth, I think the pig is really in love with you and he just does not care what people may say."

"Honey, I think it would be better if you and I just did not engage in sex for the time being," Joseph said seriously. "Aside from the fact that I promised Fazzi that I would not until we married, I don't want the chance of pregnancy to enter into the equation at this time. There are too many things involved here without adding one more."

"No sex?" she said incredulously. "Would you really do that for me? What I mean is, I really meant it the other night when I told you I wanted you."

"I want you too, but it is too risky right now," he said, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. "At this point and until we are free of him, I just don't want Fazzi to have an additional thing to hold over us. However, nothing says we cannot do a lot of heavy petting. I like the feel of your body next to me and I don't want to give that up."

They kissed and petted in the car for a while longer and then they headed back home. "Would you like me to come up to your apartment, just to tuck you in, Yussef?" she asked.

"Maybe some other time and place. I have to get a good night's rest myself," he said as they left the garage and he walked her to the front door. "Besides, Fazzi might be 'sleepwalking'."

He walked her to the door and kissed her good night. On his way back to the apartment he stopped and reported, by cell, to Agent Barns. He told him about the meeting tomorrow, and Bill said it looked like everything was moving along at top speed. He informed the soldier that he already knew about the upcoming cafe meeting, as Worthington had called him yesterday to keep him up-to-date and asked him to check out the place. He then entered the hallway to his apartment and was relieved to find that no one was lurking in the dark. Thanking God, he went upstairs and went to bed. He awoke early and returned to school, stopping at the mess hall for something to eat. The rest of the day was filled with classes and study.

After school he changed into civilian clothes and headed back to Paterson for the Worthington meeting. Arriving early, he found Fazzi waiting for him in the library.

"Good! You are early. Oh I wish you had dressed in your uniform. You know how I love seeing you in it," Fazzi said as he walked up to Joseph, put his arms around him and kissed his lips. Joseph hugged and kissed him back.

"When I came back last night, I half expected to find you waiting for me in the dark," he whispered into the Arab's ear, sending chills up and down his spine.

"Maybe after our meeting tonight!" Fazzi smiled, "if we have time. We will see. I know that by the end of the evening we shall both be in the mood for romantic adventure."

"Romance?" Joseph questioned. "What are you planning? Worthington, his wife and son are nice people and good friends of mine, to say nothing of the fact that he is to be my future employer."

"Not to worry. Calm down my lion cub. I guarantee we will all enjoy the evening."

writing to. If we have their email address

Part 14

by send an email to "JoyStick56 |AT| hotmail.com" (change |AT| to @ to write to me) "That was my driver, he has just crossed the George Washington Bridge." Fazzi said as he put down the telephone, "We still have time, but I think it would be nice if we were there to greet Worthington when he arrives. We will take your car Yussef, and since I know where the cafe is, I will drive. Wait for me in the hall, I want to say good night to Mary before we leave."

Fazzi found both his wife and Kassie in the kitchen and told them that they were about to leave the house, and not to wait up, as they would be very late. The women came out into the hallway to say good-bye to Joseph.

"Don't wait up for us. Your father has a big evening planned and I just might have to return to base right away." Joseph said after kissing Kassie and saying good night to her mother. As they left the house Joseph handed Fazzi the keys and they got in, and drove off.

As they left the estate, Fazzi turned to Joseph and said, "You look very handsome tonight Yussef. I am tempted to forget about this meeting and find a hotel or motel and just spend the evening making love to you."

Joseph placed his hand on Fazzi's leg and playfully ran his fingers up and down the older man's thigh. Then he leaned over, nuzzled Fazzi's ear and whispered, "Business first, my hot blooded Arab lover. Perhaps later I will have a long, hard, hot treat for you to enjoy." Then running his hand to Fazzi's groin, his fingers caressed the Arab's hardening penis.

"OHHHHHHHHH, Stop! You are such a naughty boy tonight! You will cause me to crash us up if you keep that up," the astonished Arab said as he tried to keep the car from swerving off the road. "Yussef, I can not believe this. Are you telling me that you are beginning to enjoy our 'playtime'?"

"Don't you want it to be true?" he asked withdrawing his hand from Fazzi's crotch, "or were you just playing with me, leading me on? Was I to be just another one of your numerous conquests, and then you would throw me over for someone else? Was that all that our 'playtime', as you call it, meant to you????"

" NO! NO! It was not like that at all!" the Arab said as he pulled the car out of traffic and onto the shoulder of the road. Turning to Joseph he reached out for him and took him into his arms and kissed him. "Please do not ever even think that," he said breaking the kiss. "I want you to know that I loved you from the first time I set eyes upon you. Yes, I have to confess that for a very short time it was all about sex. I looked at you and saw a vision of Paradise. Your virgin, blond, handsome naked body, covered in different colored silky veils spread out before me. My fingers wanted to reach out and remove one veil at a time revealing your body to me.

That was all I wanted, just your body, nothing else. As Allah is my witness, I admit it. Then something changed. Without your doing anything, you made me want to expose my true self to you. It was weird and strange to me. I found myself forced to look upon you in a different way. I still wanted you! However, now I wanted your soul first and then your body. This kind of want was something new to me. I had always wanted the bodies of my lovers, never even thought of their wants, or their feelings. It was then that I decided that I had to have you and would do whatever I had to do to get you." Fazzi said as the tears now streamed down his cheeks.

"I just never dared to even dream you would want me, not me, with this old used up body of mine."

Reaching into the glove compartment of the car, Joseph pulled out some tissues and wiped Fazzi's tears away and said, "Here, dry your eyes, it would not look good if Worthington were to see you all red eyed. You and I have work to do tonight. We can talk about this later. Perhaps after the meeting if we have time. We can relax and let our feelings come out into the open. Dry your eyes now," he said, kissing his eyes and lips, "and let's get to that meeting. I'm getting hungry."

Fazzi got himself together and shifted the car into drive and they continued on to the cafe. They arrived, parked, got out of the car and gave the keys to the parking valet. Standing there Fazzi heard his cell phone ring. He answered and said into the phone, "Excellent timing, we have just arrived ourselves. We will be waiting outside." Then he said to Joseph, "The car will be here in a minute or two. Please, you greet him and make the introductions. Do I look all right? I am so nervous."

"You look wonderful, relax 'habibi'. Richard is a regular guy, you will like him and I'm sure he will like you." Joseph said, just as the limo pulled up to the curb. The driver got out and opened the door for Worthington.

Richard senior got out of the car and Joseph extended his hand to him and after exchanging greetings he introduced him to Fazzi. "I am pleased to meet you at last Mr. Muhammad, Yussef, as you call him has told me a lot of nice things about you."

"He has always spoken most highly of you, too." Fazzi said. "Please, call me Fazzi. When people call me 'Mr.' I think they are talking to my father. Was the ride comfortable?"

"Most comfortable and your driver was excellent." Richard said taking Fazzi's extended hand and shaking it, "and please, call me Richard."

With Fazzi leading the way, they passed a doorman dressed in flowing robes and a turban, who had opened an ornately decorated heavy door for them. As they passed by him he bowed and touched his fingers to his heart, lips and forehead and wished them 'Marhaba, Mesaa El Kair', Hello, Good evening gentlemen, welcome to the 'Cafe Casablanca'."

As soon as they were inside, they were greeted by the owner of the establishment, Mr. Amoz, who in formal Arabic bowed and said, "Ahaaaaa, Sheikh Muhammad, welcome to my humble establishment. It is so nice to see you again, my lord. It has been too long since we have had the honor of serving you. May I assist you with your coats?" After checking their coats, the owner directed them to a low table surrounded by comfortable high cushions and saw to their comfort and seating.

"Who is going to dance tonight?" Fazzi asked the host in Arabic.

"Dina, a young and most talented dancer from Egypt." The owner said.

"I think I have heard of her. She is one of the best. Do you also have a male dancer tonight?"

"We usually do have a male dancer, however tonight, he is sick and can not perform. I'm sure that Dina will more than entertain your party tonight. I will see to it that she dances for your table above all others."

"That is most unfortunate indeed I so looked forward to proving to my friends that there was such a thing as a male belly dancer.' Fazzi said, then turning to Richard, he apologized for using Arabic, "I'm sorry but the owner's English is. is… is Yussef what is the word?"

"Limited?"

"Yes. Limited." The Arab said turning to the owner, he asked, "What do you recommend that we eat this evening? These two gentlemen are very important friends and businessmen that I am trying to impress."

"Sheikh, for you and your friends, only the best will do, and you shall have it. May I suggest our shi-ka-bob? It is made with lamb that has been marinated for 12 hours then impaled on metal swords with fresh vegetables and roasted to perfection and served over steaming couscous. However, everything else on the menu is also excellent and I will personally make sure the cook treats your order with the utmost respect and care." The owner assured them. He then signaled a waiter to bring the menu. "This young man, Amir, will be your waiter. His English is much better than mine, and he will see to your order. Have a pleasant evening and if you need me-I will be available.

Just feel free to call on me." Then in heavily accented English he turned toward Joseph and Richard and said, "I hope you enjoy the evening and that I will have the pleasure and opportunity to see and serve you gentlemen again and often. When you do come in again, please remind me that you are friends of Mr. Muhammad and I will consider it an honor to personally see to your comfort."

"Thank you. And we will be sure to remind you." They both said.

The waiter came over and recited a long list of specials. When asked about certain dishes he responded that they were all very good and any would please your pallets, however his personal recommendation was the shish-ka-bob. The chef is a Bedouin and no one cooks ka-bobs like a Bedouin.

The three of them agreed on the Ka-bobs and in short order a meal fit for kings was set before them. In addition there were several different types of wines offered and served.

"It appears that wine is one of those 'concessions' to Western culture that the owner of this place has made." Fazzi said, "Another is that there is no smoking permitted here. In the 'Old Country', in most eating establishments, liqueur would not be openly offered, however, there would be a communal Hooker pipe placed in the center of the table. Most likely there would be some high quality hashish in the bowl. Some of my people prefer that mild drug to wine, but I would rather have a drink."

Joseph and Richard both commenting on the quality of the food and agreed that the wine really enhanced the meal and could not see where a drug and the smoke would add anything to its flavor.

"I can't think of anything that would improve this evening more." Worthington said. "A Water pipe, might add a bit of 'local color' and atmosphere, but the food, the ambiance and the company are entirely sufficient. Fazzi, I don't recall when I have spent a more delightful evening."

"Now, Richard, there I would have to disagree with you." Fazzi said. "There are two additional things that come to mind, and here comes one of them now." The waiter approached the table and with much 'showmanship' poured hot steaming, black Turkish coffee into small glasses set in silver holders from an old highly ornate silver coffee pot. "That pot is called a 'Fin Jon'. You will find one like it, well maybe not as fancy, in almost every Arab household that I know. No true Arab would drink anything else but Turkish coffee. I suggest you at least try this. I'm sure that here you could request decaf or 'filter' coffee if you prefer. However, in the future if you are to deal with us Arabs, you will find that deals are made and sealed over a Fin Jon."

They both opted to try the 'Turkish Coffee' and were not disappointed as it added the crowning touch to the meal. "Sip it slowly," Fazzi directed. They drank the hot sweet coffee and munched on sweet Baklava as they sank back into the soft cushions and enjoyed the coffee and conversation.

Fazzi asked Worthington questions about investing and how Wall Street really works and Richard gave him his number one sales pitch along with telling him stories of some of the more bizarre things that happened on the street. Along with being charming, Richard was able to get Fazzi to relax and to laugh at some of his stories. Soon the two men became fast friends. With Joseph translating some words and phrases now and then the three men really got to enjoy each other's company. Richard inquired about how much Fazzi and his friends were prepared to invest. Fazzi mentioned that for a start— perhaps half to three quarters of a million.

He was hoping to attract some oilmen to come into the investment club with him. He told him that most of the profits made would be donated to Cultural, Educational and Medical facilities in the Middle East as well as to several Arab institutions here in the United States.

"Ahhhh, so, am I right in assuming that you want this "Club" handled like a Charity?" he asked. "Something along the lines of a 'Catholic Charities' type of operation."

"Yes, something similar to that is what I had in mind." Fazzi said. "You see most of my friends and I have made it 'big' in America and we feel the need to give some of it back as well as send some help back to our families and friends in the old countries where they have not been so fortunate as we have been. And let us face it, we Muslims could use some 'good will' and good press."

"We could set it up like that and also get you a nice tax write-off." Richard said. "I don't see a problem. We could set it up something like the Jews and Salvation Army have set up the united type funds they have. However it would have to be very carefully monitored as I'm sure the government is going to ask a lot of questions."

"Yes, I'm sure they will and we would welcome their investigations. We have nothing to hide. Just so long as we are allowed the same considerations as the other charities. We would want all kinds of checks and balances in place. We would have a group of respected community people to serve as board members, headed by myself, to see that it was kept honest and on the up and up. Yussef, what is that word that I'm looking for?? That Jew word "

"Do you mean 'kosher'?' He offered.

"Yes that's it." Fazzi laughed and the three of them joined in his joke. "It must be 'kosher', but in an Arab way."

Well as long as it is 'kosher' I can see no reason why we can not arrange something." Richard said and added; "as long as it is going to be for charity I think I can assure you that I myself will lower my fee for handling this for you, by say, oh, a few percentage points. After all why should you be the only ones to get a tax write-off?"

"Richard, my friend, you are in business to make money." Fazzi said, "I do not see the need for your giving us a discount. Like our friend Yussef told my committee the other evening when he met with them, 'you should expect to pay a lot of money to make money' and we do expect to pay you top dollar for your advise and help."

"Yussef said that! Well I guess I trained him well. One thing is for sure you get what you pay for on Wall Street. And you will pay, but I will see to it that we will all make a lot of money on this. I want your business and I also want the good will of the Arab/American community," Richard said, "and after that I hope to become the funnel though which many millions if not billions of dollars flow. So you see it is not a matter of charity for me, but cold pure profit."

The Three Day Pass · Part 5 (5/13)
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