The Three Day Pass · Part 6

The Three Day Pass · Part 6 (6/13)
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The lights in the room lowered and Fazzi leaned forward and said, "Gentleman, we have had our food and coffee and did a little business, now for the piece 'de resistance', the entertainment. The room turned dark and suddenly the most intoxicating music was heard and a small spotlight lit up a small area where the stage curtains came together. Snake-like a woman's hand appeared with little finger cymbals clinking in time to the music. The arm moved, like a cobra, twisting and turning, in time to beat of the music. The arm was followed by a perfect female body clothed from head to foot in different colored silk sheer material that you could almost see through.

Both the men and the few women in the place gasped at the sensual body dancing before them. Her headdress was composed of gold coins and gold chains extending down to cover her neck and rest on her shoulders. It acted as pointers to her magnificent breasts. Those breasts were encased in two golden cups that pushed them up and forward. They appeared to move independent of each other, yet were completely controlled by the dancer's body movements. Her dark hair framed a beautiful face with ruby red lips, all this set in flawless olive skin and covered with a transparent thin silk face covering that only directed your eyes to two pools of water that served as her eyes.

The music was intoxicating, and she made full use of it to imprison your soul as she flowed like a river around the room as one silk veil after another artfully fell from her body. Her body movements created a sexual fantasy that had the audience on their feet clapping and whistling and screaming for more. Yet, while she hinted, and left little to the imagination she never exposed herself or anything vital. Many of the men tried to insert dollar bills into the waist belt of her costume, but they soon learned that this was not the thing to do as she artfully avoided contact.

After a while she danced her way to Fazzi's table and after wiggling her hips and making flirtatious and beguiling belly movements she asked him if he would like to join her on the stage and dance with her. Fazzi declined but instead offered Joseph to her as a dancing partner. Delighted to have the slim good-looking younger man instead of the older man, she took his hand, assisted him to his feet, and directed him to the stage. Feeling his reluctance, she whispered to him, "Don't worry, you will just have to stand there while I dance around you.

Just don't move till I tell you." She maneuvered him under a hook hanging from the ceiling and taking one of her silk scarves she quickly and loosely tied his wrists together and raised his hands to the hook making it appear like he was hanging there. She danced around him like he was her captive. She made it appear that she was torturing him with her sexual charms. She rubbed her body against Joseph's squirming form, bringing hoots and hollers from the audience. She ended up swaying her body before him and moving to press her gyrating ass against his cock and she whispered, "bring your arms down around me- –NOW!" Joseph lowed his arms encasing her body.

The lights went out as she slipped out from his arms and the lights came back on with her standing beside him bowing to a cheering audience and telling him to take a bow also.

She returned him to the table and thanked him for helping her. Fazzi then asked her to join them for a drink after she had freshened up. She said she would be pleased to, but only for a short while. She then left to return backstage and walked through the cheering crowd to the rear of the cafe.

"You did very well my friend," Fazzi said with Richard agreeing. "There was not a man here that did not envy you."

"It was rather fun and someday I might want to learn to dance like that." Joseph said. "She is really something. Do all Arab women know how to dance like that?"

"Some Arab fathers insist that their daughters learn to dance like that, just like American fathers have been know to insist their daughters learn ballet or the tap dance." Fazzi informed them. "It is not only a matter of culture, but some of us feel that dancing like that adds to the bridal price value of the girl. Others just get pleasure watching their daughters perform. Perhaps you Americans will misunderstand this part of our culture. I think this is because of your puritanical upbringing. My own daughter has taken such lessons and while not as good as Dina, she could give a respectable performance."

After Dina had washed and changed to her street clothes she joined them for a few drinks and friendly conversation. The men joked about the way Joseph had looked so scared on stage. "He was excellent," she protested while smiling at him, "sometimes a man will try to grab me and carry me off. Sometimes they become so aroused that I have to offer them something to cover themselves with. I have had men try to rip off my clothes on stage." Looking up and directing their attention to a bull of a man standing near the exit, she said, "you see that big man over there, the one with all the mussels? He is my protector. He sees to it that I get home in one piece.

Gentlemen, I thank you for the drinks but I see him telling me to go now. It was nice to meet all of you. And Yussef, if you ever decide you would like to join my act, I would be glad to have you as a regular. Here is my card. Just give me a call. Good night."

After she left Richard said, "It is getting late and I too must be going if I am to get home tonight. I thank you for a wonderful night and look forward to your call when you arrange that meeting. Be sure to call as soon as you can."

"Yes it is getting late and we all should get to bed." Fazzi said as they all got up and headed to the coatroom. Fazzi took care of the bill and thanked the owner of the establishment. They got their coats and outside found their cars were waiting for them. Joseph again said good night to Mr. Worthington and got into the passenger seat of the BMW. Fazzi, who was again going to drive, waved good-bye as the limo pulled away and then sat beside Joseph.

"Well Fazzi, what did you think of him?" Joseph asked as they drove off.

"He is a wonderful man and I think we can do business together. I like him and I thank you for bringing us together. Do you think it would be helpful if I invited him and his family to come to meet our community? Just to get to know us better. What do you think of that idea, habibi?"

Joseph thought a while then said; "I think it would be a wonderful idea, but, only after he has had an opportunity to conduct that meeting with the investors. If for some reason something should go wrong-you would not look like the fool having wasted time and money with no possibility of a return."

"You, my love, are beginning to think like an Arab," he said reaching over and placing his hand on the soldier's crotch.

"Is that bad?" Joseph said, placing his hand over Fazzi's and pressing it into his crotch. "I hope it is not too late for you to come up and have a night-cap-is it, habibi?"

"Only if you want me to, Yussef. As you know I would not want to force you. Do you realize that this is the first time, my dear, that you have asked me without my first putting you on the spot?"

"Yes, my Sheikh," he said as he pressed Fazzi's fingers around his hardening cock. "I guess the music and the belly dancer just got to me. I feel so horny now. At first I thought it was something you might have slipped into my drink or food. But, then, I remembered that on the way here, in the car, I felt that way."

"Oh, my beloved, just hold onto those thoughts." He stammered as Joseph cock jerked under his fingers. "We will be home in a few minutes-that is unless you want to check into a motel!"

"No, my Sheikh, you have me on your white stallion, carry me away to your desert tent and make love to me, master," he moaned as he reached over and squeezed Fazzi's crotch and placed his lips on his ear and nibbled on it.

"We will go to your apartment. It is closer and we can be alone there. Too many of the motels in this area know me and there would be talk," he said as he removed his fingers from Joseph's crotch. "Now let me get us there in one piece."

Five minutes later they had parked the car in the garage and Joseph grabbing Fazzi's hand pulled the Arab up the steps to his apartment. Inside he locked the door and enfolded the excited, but bewildered man into his arms and kissed him hotly and passionately. Kissing his lips, his eyes and his ears. Joseph started to pull the clothes off the panting middle-aged man. Exposing his chest and devouring the exposed neck and shoulders with kisses, nibbles and one or two hickeys. Joseph was driving him frantic. They were soon both undressed, their clothes thrown here and there. Joseph pulled Fazzi into the darkened bedroom and they rolled onto the bed together. Rolling over each other, kissing and hugging as their bodies became entwined seeking satisfaction and release.

"Yussef darling, please, I want to fuck you!" Fazzi almost screamed.

"Fuck me??? No! I can't let you do that, my love. While I may call you, Sheikh and master, it is me who is to be the dominant one. And if anyone here is to be fucked, it will be you, lover." He said as he drove his tongue in and out of Fazzi's ear. "No, first you must submit to my will, as you claim to submit to Allah's. You will do what I say and when I say it, is that understood?"

"And if I refuse," he said. "What will you do?"

"But, you will not refuse. You know you want me to dominate you-you have from the start. Do you know how I know this?"

"No, But I'm sure you will tell me." The quaking Arab said.

"I may not get every detail right but from what I can guess, your first and perhaps the only true love you ever had till now, was a high ranking army officer. He took your virginity and your love. He dominated you and caused you to do things that you might never have done, except with him. Then he either had to dump you because he became afraid to be exposed or more likely was killed in one of those many wars you are always having over there. Since than every affair and even your marriage has placed you in the dominating roll. You hated it. You went from one affair to another never finding satisfaction. Then one Friday you see me. I am in uniform. It brings back memories of your first love.

Since I am not the Arab Sheikh you really want, you dream up this picture of a white Christian Knight galloping up and reaching down to lift you onto his white charger. You picture me slinging you across the saddle and carrying you away into the desert sunset. In fact, to fan this illusion you even gave me the modern version of a white charger, the BMW. You offered me your daughter, in hopes that I would live with your family, thereby making it possible for you to see me anytime you want. What you really would like is get both Kassie and Mary out of your life, making it possible for you and I to live together with me as your white knight and you as the swooning maiden.

You want me to dominate you-you need it-yet you also want it to appear that you are the master. How am I doing? Did I get it right?"

Yes, Yussef, for the most part you have gotten it right. Most of what you say is the truth. I want and need you as my lover and, yes, even as my master. Tonight when I saw you on the stage, I pictured myself as the captive hanging there being whipped by both Kassie and Mary. Then you came charging up on your white horse to rescue me and carry me away." He said, "but I know that was fantasy and in real life I can not appear to be subservient to any man. As an Arab man I would loose face. That would be a sign of weakness and my life as a community leader would be over."

"No one is talking about your 'Public Face' here. You know I can and will help you keep that illusion. Both you and I are prisoners of our public lives. Neither of us can afford to expose ourselves: you, because of your position in this community and me because of the army. What we do in private has to be kept between the four of us, you, me, Kassie and Mary. Perhaps in the future we will be able to 'come out'. At that point Kassie and Mary can either stay or leave, but they must have the freedom to choose. Permit them this freedom or I will take Kassie away from you and you will never see either of us again." He threatened, "do I make myself clear, lover? It is to be that way or no way. Do you agree, Habibi?"

Joseph was laying it out on the line. He was gambling that what Kassie had said about her father being hopelessly in love with him was true. Now was the time to gain the upper hand. It was do or die, shit or get off the pot time."

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Part 15

by send an email to "JoyStick56 |AT| hotmail.com" (change |AT| to @ to write to me) "Yussef, you leave me no choice!" Then after thinking about it for a few moments Fazzi said, "Well, no, that is not entirely true. There are always choices. I could just throw you out. Or I could always drug you and perhaps arrange lots of interesting things to do to you. Some of them I am sure you might find rather unpleasant."

Oh boy! Have I gone too far? Joseph thought. Perhaps overplayed my hand? His mind and body moving into the alert stage, he awaited Fazzi's next statements with cold fear gripping his heart.

"However for some strange reason, one which until now I have not fully understood, I have always wanted you to come to me of your own free will. I say this is strange because–you are the first man or woman to whom that choice has ever been offered. You were right about my first love. It was just about the way you said before. When he was killed-my life ended also. Never again would I allow my heart to care for anyone. My heart hardened and I fought tooth and nail to get into a position of authority and power. It did not take me long to claw my way to the top. When I got there I found I was in a position to convince, and yes even coerced many lovers, both men and women to do my bidding.

Kassie's mother was one of the first and for some stupid reason in order to cover my other activities I married her. After that, those who resisted my advances soon found that I took special pleasure in bending them to my will. There were some who I knew would never surrender. I did not waist any time on them, after all there were plenty of 'fish in the sea'. However if I still wanted them, I just drugged and raped them.

"Habibi, you really do not have to tell me all this." Joseph said. His body relaxing a bit now that he felt that the danger had passed.

"I know I do not have to, my love," Fazzi answered. "I just want you to know the truth. By the time you and I met, I guess I had just become tired and worn-out. Mary and I had not been intimate almost from the beginning. When we moved to America I found myself in this strange society, one where man/man relationships were not the norm. I was no longer the good-looking young cock parading around. There was no more fire left in me. Then, one Friday afternoon, you came to the Mosque and I spotted you. You-for some reason, you were different. Perhaps it was that when I looked at you, I saw myself 22 years before. Perhaps it was the uniform, I do not know.

All I know is that you stirred something in me. I had to have you, but only as a willing partner. The days and especially the nights when we are apart, my mind pictured you taking me into your strong arms and injecting me with the elixir of youth again. All of a sudden the fire returned. It was like I was reborn. I thought of you all the time and I just had to have you. But I wanted you to come to me. Now you tell me that I must be your slave. My foolish, darling Yussef, are you a blind fool–can you not see that from the very first, I already was that? I became your slave, if not in practice-then in fact. YES! I agree and welcome you to my bed and on your terms.

I am your willing sex slave, as I have been from the start. I beg you–Please make love to me, NOW!"

"No!" Joseph said, "no, not as a sex slave but as a partner. Let us try to be full partners in everything. The two of us together will be as equals, both inside your bedroom and outside it. I want us to be lovers and confidants as much as possible. Is that understood?" He knew he was really pushing it now, again perhaps too far.

Tears formed in Fazzi's eyes as he said, "I have never had anyone like that in my life. Not even my first lover. Do you really mean that you and I would be lovers, partners and share our hopes and lives together? Become one, together?"

"Yes." Joseph nodded.

"That is something I never thought possible, let alone would ever have, at least not in this life. It would be like paradise on earth. It will take time to get used to, but I think I would love that. I agree, but there may be some things that for now we will not be able to share–just yet."

"Yes, I realize that there may be some, but we will just have to work on resolving those things together, as they come up." Joseph said as he gathered Fazzi into his arms hugging him, relieved at last that the danger had passed, for now. He felt a new sense of power flow over himself as the once strong, mature body of the man disintegrated before his eyes. He placed his lips on Fazzi's broad, muscular shoulders and moved them back and forth planting little kisses along the way. His fingertips lightly passed over the skin of the sobbing man, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Joseph placed his open mouth on the man's neck and at first blew his hot breath over the olive colored skin.

Then his lips sucked in some loose flesh. While sucking the soft neck skin into his mouth, the tip of Joseph's tongue could feel the blood pumping through a neck artery. Fighting a desire to sink his teeth into that flesh, he forced himself to be content with just tasting the saltiness of the skin. God have I sunk so low as to become a Vampire, thought Joseph as he laughed to himself.

Deftly rearranging their bodies so that they were spooning, Joseph's arms encircled the Arab, pulling the middle-aged body against his. His lips sucked on Fazzi's ear as his fingers moved over his hairy chest playing with his nipples. Then the fingers of one hand moved down to the Arab's circumcised cock. They circled the penis and lightly squeezed it. Fazzi placed his hand on top of Joseph's hand, guiding and directing his fingers up and down the shaft. They lay there, the Arab's soft ass pressing against the strong, young, hard manhood of the soldier. Fazzi moaned and whimpered as he felt the fingers of Joseph's other hand reach down to cup and fondle his balls.

At this point, unable to control himself, the Arab's piss slot started to leak copious amounts of pre-cum. Joseph's big cock was now pressing along the valley formed by the twin ass globes of the now completely subservient Arab. The American could feel his foreskin rubbing over the puckered rosebud of the 'old desert rat', who now spread his legs and reached down directing Joseph's cock so that it nested between his thighs. Fazzi ran his fingertips along Joseph's foreskin, moving it back and forth while encasing Joseph's cock in the area between his balls and ass slot.

"Oh yes Yussef, I love feeling your manhood on my ass. I want to feel it enter me, to possess me and conquer me. Yes, you were so right about my wanting to be dominated. I can see that now. I am so tired of giving the orders-I want to be the one who is loved and taken care of again. I have missed that so much. I know now, that from the first time my fingers groped that big cock of yours under the table, I wanted you to fuck me. Then when I saw it, I knew I needed your long cock deep in me. I wanted to feel that foreskin rubbing my 'hot spot'. I want you and I do not want to share you, not even with my daughter. Yes! Yes! Yes! Everything you said is true." Fazzi turned his head so that he could see the look on Joseph's face. He kissed him deeply, and said. "Fuck me, Yussef, please, I am begging you now! I need you in me."

Joseph turned the Arab onto his stomach and then reached into the night table drawer. Fumbling around he found the condoms and KY Jelly he had stored there. Applying a large dab of the KY to his finger he rubbed it over Fazzi's rosebud and then pushed his finger into his ass. Plunging it past the ring he worked the finger around inside the tight hot chamber. Working the ring and inserting two fingers and then three, he continued to loosen up the love hole. Leaning over Fazzi, he whispered in his ear, "Habibi am I doing this right? I am not hurting you, am I?"

"You lied to me lover! Where did you learn all this?" Fazzi moaned as Joseph continued to finger fuck his rectum. "And here I thought you were an innocent virgin that I would have to train and teach."

Joseph snickered as he continued to ream out the Arab's ass. He leaned over and lightly bit the ear of the moaning man and said to him, "Habibi, I never told you I was a virgin, much less innocent. I have had lots of women, some of whose cunts and asses I have plowed. A hole is a hole. A man's hole may be a bit tighter and need a bit more preparation. I have always used lubed condoms and to make it a bit easier, some KY jelly. Besides, since that first time together here in this bed, I somehow knew we would wind up like this. I stored the lube and condoms in the night table drawer just in case. I also did a lot of reading.

I had to learn all I could because I wanted our first time together to be 'special'. Reading also convinced me that I wanted to be the 'top'." He removed his fingers and quickly rolled a condom over his shaft. He then took his cock in his hand and ran it along the slippery ass valley and over the twitching rosebud. Pressing the tip of his condom clad dick against the hot, soft yielding flesh he heard what sounded like a ripping sound… At first he had thought it was the rubber ripping, then he realized that it was not a ripping sound, but rather a buzzing sound and it was coming, not from the Arab's ass, but from the kitchen….

"Shit, what the fuck is that?" Joseph screamed in exasperation.

"Damn! It sounds like my cell phone. I must have left it in the kitchen, along with my pants." Fazzi said, "I should have shut it off. I bet it is my driver telling me he has dropped off Richard."

"Damn, forget the fucking thing. Not now when I'm about to blow your lovely ass open with my cannon. Don't answer it," Joseph said disgustedly, "every time I get a real hard on… a phone goes off!"

"I am sorry, but I have to answer it, Habibi. At this hour it could be important. Besides if he can not get me on the cell phone, he will call the house and I do not want Mary to know we are home just yet." He said, smiling as he got off the bed and went into the kitchen. "Keep that field gun of yours loaded and ready, just do not start without me. I will be right back. I will make this as fast as possible. It should not take

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