The Lure of Dubai (eBook, ePUB)
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An old roommate arrives from the middle east. He has a high dollar construction project in mind and asks Abbe and his girlfriend, Dusty, join him in Dubai. The couple suddenly find themselves caught-up in the world of the mega rich and the unchecked fetish of Abbe's super rich former roommate.Abbe soon realizes that Dusty is the target of Darius' aspersions. Yet, he finds himself too preoccupied with the project to keep Dusty from falling under the spell of this wealthy predator.Previews from the story...We were shown to a private room.Dar was already seated (short for Darius, an old Persian n...
An old roommate arrives from the middle east. He has a high dollar construction project in mind and asks Abbe and his girlfriend, Dusty, join him in Dubai. The couple suddenly find themselves caught-up in the world of the mega rich and the unchecked fetish of Abbe's super rich former roommate.
Abbe soon realizes that Dusty is the target of Darius' aspersions. Yet, he finds himself too preoccupied with the project to keep Dusty from falling under the spell of this wealthy predator.
Previews from the story...
We were shown to a private room.
Dar was already seated (short for Darius, an old Persian name).
As I'd expected, my old college roommate had already ordered the ten course meals for each of us and arranged the chairs putting Dusty close to him. Oddly, there was also a presentation screen at one end of the table.
Because Dar and I had roomed together for all four years in college, I had some idea what to expect. I guessed that in a short time he'd begin to feed my sometimes lover from his plate.
As she sat in the chair close to him, he spoke to her, "The cuisine here is absolutely exquisite. It's so phenomenal that I'm going to ask you to indulge me for a few minutes. I think, I can make your eating experience that much better." He smiled his most becoming smile.
My former roommate was incredibly handsome. Standing six foot three and all hard muscle, he constantly drew the attention of women where ever we were. His narrow face and hawk like nose gave him a distinctive middle eastern appearance typical of his Persian background. A meticulously groomed beard completed his exotic image.
Within minutes, he had Dusty leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and began to feed her.
"Open," he said softly and with her eyes closed, Dusty's jaw dropped.
As she was chewing, Dar began, "Although I'll front more than half the capital, I've also assembled an impressive group of investors."
"Open..." he ordered quietly, Dusty's mouth opened again and he fed her another bite.
The feeding continued as he spoke about the project and then turned the projector on.
It was amazing to watch my impetuous, sometimes forceful girlfriend sit there with her eyes closed chewing and waiting patiently as he put everything from his plate and her plate into my lover. Then he began to pick from mine. Later with her lovely dress bulging in the middle, he ordered three deserts for himself and the ritual continued.
I watched Dar reach between them and gently undo the zipper on the side of her dress and the belly of this slender woman burst forth even further. Still she was willing to lie there quietly and be controlled.
"Now," he said softly, "I'm going to place my hand on your middle and massage those muscles. Soon they will relax and the feeling of tightness will ease. This is not sexual. Trust me. You'll like it. Open," and another bite of dessert entered her.
As usual, Dar picked up the tab which ran somewhere near three thousand dollars, U.S.
Later that evening as she came out of the bathroom, I couldn't help staring at her bulging middle. This skinny lady looked as if she were five months pregnant.
"Just look at me," she said as she stood in front of the mirror, nude, "Never had a man do something like this to me. Never been so fat before."
"Here," she said as she crawled in next to me, "Feel my fat. Isn't that the most amazing thing?"
With my hand on her tight middle, I nodded, but knew Dar wouldn't be finished with her.
Abbe soon realizes that Dusty is the target of Darius' aspersions. Yet, he finds himself too preoccupied with the project to keep Dusty from falling under the spell of this wealthy predator.
Previews from the story...
We were shown to a private room.
Dar was already seated (short for Darius, an old Persian name).
As I'd expected, my old college roommate had already ordered the ten course meals for each of us and arranged the chairs putting Dusty close to him. Oddly, there was also a presentation screen at one end of the table.
Because Dar and I had roomed together for all four years in college, I had some idea what to expect. I guessed that in a short time he'd begin to feed my sometimes lover from his plate.
As she sat in the chair close to him, he spoke to her, "The cuisine here is absolutely exquisite. It's so phenomenal that I'm going to ask you to indulge me for a few minutes. I think, I can make your eating experience that much better." He smiled his most becoming smile.
My former roommate was incredibly handsome. Standing six foot three and all hard muscle, he constantly drew the attention of women where ever we were. His narrow face and hawk like nose gave him a distinctive middle eastern appearance typical of his Persian background. A meticulously groomed beard completed his exotic image.
Within minutes, he had Dusty leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed and began to feed her.
"Open," he said softly and with her eyes closed, Dusty's jaw dropped.
As she was chewing, Dar began, "Although I'll front more than half the capital, I've also assembled an impressive group of investors."
"Open..." he ordered quietly, Dusty's mouth opened again and he fed her another bite.
The feeding continued as he spoke about the project and then turned the projector on.
It was amazing to watch my impetuous, sometimes forceful girlfriend sit there with her eyes closed chewing and waiting patiently as he put everything from his plate and her plate into my lover. Then he began to pick from mine. Later with her lovely dress bulging in the middle, he ordered three deserts for himself and the ritual continued.
I watched Dar reach between them and gently undo the zipper on the side of her dress and the belly of this slender woman burst forth even further. Still she was willing to lie there quietly and be controlled.
"Now," he said softly, "I'm going to place my hand on your middle and massage those muscles. Soon they will relax and the feeling of tightness will ease. This is not sexual. Trust me. You'll like it. Open," and another bite of dessert entered her.
As usual, Dar picked up the tab which ran somewhere near three thousand dollars, U.S.
Later that evening as she came out of the bathroom, I couldn't help staring at her bulging middle. This skinny lady looked as if she were five months pregnant.
"Just look at me," she said as she stood in front of the mirror, nude, "Never had a man do something like this to me. Never been so fat before."
"Here," she said as she crawled in next to me, "Feel my fat. Isn't that the most amazing thing?"
With my hand on her tight middle, I nodded, but knew Dar wouldn't be finished with her.
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