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ENCOUNTER AT THE SHOPPING MALL |
| am Asian in my mid-20s based in Dubai in the
United Arab Emirates. Yeah, Dubai ...the most happening place to be. Especially in the retail industry where I work, lots and lotsa temptation abound. All the different races you can ever imagine are found here! When and how you get lucky, is a totally different story altogether. If I boast of the men I get to meet, I would be the envy of many. Sometimes, no, but rather, MOST of the time, my senses get overwhelmed with the best-looking Arab men in town that just I tend to be so "prim and proper". I think my "gayness" charm from within gets to be more potent in sending out those signals to get them to bed with me. But you know, given the abundance of opportunity, the better of you would rather win their friendship, trust and respect than just be a statistic of a night's stand. That is the case with the affluent, well-to-do and educated Arabs. Call me stupid, call me hypocrite, I don't mind. I don't even wanna come clean for keeps. Don't you think there is no DARK SIDE to the story??? If I wanna give head or get fucked, I just befriend a mysteriously handsome Lebanese or Syrian waiter then "get down on it". It's that simple. We find ourselves not understanding each other but we both know what we want. This is when irony is on its optimum advantage. Perhaps, the most exciting and daring "stunt" I pulled off was giving a quickie blow job to a young, sharp-looking Egyptian in the emergency staircase exit of a popular mall here. It's that imminent EYE CONTACT that speaks well FOR you. Besides, I think everybody here assumes everybody to be gay. That's just my two cents' worth. The first time I got here months ago, I was feasting on every guy in town which I find attractive and vice-versa. Lucky for me, I live along a busy road. But for the other party, their horniness peaks then completely vanishes once they come. I mean, there were many instances that after an orgasm, these arab men become rude at you, as if you've totally turn to dirt instantly! They push you away and look down on you as if they never did partake of such earthly pleasure of the flesh. That's never bothered me before, but now that I think of it... Anyway, what's more important is that I enjoy what I do and continue to do so. If the other party care to reciprocate, good. If not, that's completely fine. It's the thrill of being dominated that counts to me. Those facial expressions with matching groans and moans, those moments of complete surrender and overpowerment... ohh yeah, Habibi... Darn, I just remember this one incident where this Saudi guy I just met in the street forced his way into my tight ass while we were standing on the emergency stairs (again, these are usually at the back of the lifts) of the building next to my flat. Problem was, I came first and was wanting to get out of the situation (is that being equally rude or what?). I gestured my refusal to get fucked by putting my shortpants on, but this undoubtedly provoked him. It was his strong threatening forceful grip that I will never forget. Matched with an angry look on his face, his forceful dominance could easily be defined as "rape" to a commonman. Boy, this was different. I just didn't feel a stud in him. I felt the Arab Stallion unleashed from within him! Oh, that got me weak to my knees. I cried out of fear and a mixed sense of being assaulted, abused and violated but I have never felt so gay in any point in time such along with it was so much inexplicable sexual pleasure that got me hard and responsive again. I think my tears fuelled him all the more to be more violent and domineering. He had no mercy. He laid me on the ascending stairs and fucked me hard without any lubrication. Just the pain of his forceful entry by his deep purple cock plus my body lying against the marble tiles of the stairway was very weakening and submitting. He even put his hand on my mouth as if I can afford to scream for help! He was pumping real hard as if there was no tomorrow and that image never left my mind up to this day. It never fails to make me jack off just reminiscing about it. I summoned up my last nerve to fight back and I did. I tried to punch him and he return back with a crispy repeated slapping and insane spitting on my face. I was treated like shit. How I loved it. I began cursing him and his race like "Fuck you Arabs, you are all the same!", "Go to hell!", "I'll tell the police about this!" He simply replied in a struggling voice that synchronised with the throbbing and pumping of his cock onto my saliva-n-sweat lubricated ass, "YOU WANT THIS, BITCH!" Fuck. He was right. He gave it. All. Inside me. I can still smell our combined sweat, the taste of his armpit lingers in my tongue. We were totally animals in that encounter. I felt real shaky and ill the day after. But I don't complain. It was good. No, it wasn't good. It was the best. The best fuck I have ever had. With an Arab man at that! |
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