As much as I enjoy my husband, Tom's meticulous planning, there's nothing quite like an unplanned gangbang. I think the element of surprise and spontaneity - requiring me to extract myself by literally fucking my way out of trouble makes it all the more sexy.
This story happened in the middle east long before Covid...
"Salaam aleikoum, Miss".
Looking back, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when it happened. If I'm going to fuck around, I should expect evidence to emerge at some point. What I did not expect however were the circumstances. I mean, there I was spending a quiet morning at the waterfront market in the middle eastern port of Djebel Ali where my husband and I were living as expats. There wasn't much else in my plans beyond a quiet morning at the waterfront market followed by an afternoon by the pool at the club. Why I'd even taken to wearing a modest outfit (a lovely white light linen coat dress buttoned just below the neck to mid calf )-in the hope of avoiding attention.
But some girls just attract trouble.
"Sala'am Aleikoum. miss, are you a model? I am Abdul and these are my friends. Come, we buy you drink, yes? " (groan, if I had a dollar for each time I've heard that line). Actually, I was and I had done some swimsuit modeling in China awhile ago (See "Veronica in China" for more sordid details) but I wasn't going to share the sordid details with a bunch of arab sailors (on shore leave after a long cruise and horny judging by their tented trousers) - and in any case, I wasn't in the mood.
"No thank you. I'd like to be alone".
The brush off didn't work quite as well as I would have wished because they just stood there - letting their eyes feast on my body because the linen dress was rapidly turning out to be a poor choice. The cut of my dress might have been sensible but the linen was fast becoming transparent and clingy in the heat and humidity - leaving very little unseen and not helped by the skimpy white bikini I was wearing under it with the intention of catching some pool time at the club after the market.
"I think maybe you are pornographic model", he said insistently as he pushed his Iphone in my direction. And there it was, a clip of me from the torso up, pleasuring myself in a Jacuzzi, eyes shut, my fingers frantically tugging my nipples as the jets below probed the tender folds of my pussy - bringing me to a very visible climax. (My husband, Tom later reminded me that this was a clip taken years ago when I agreed to promote a middle eastern spa for business travelers (see "Veronica at the Spa") .
"Don't be ridiculous. She looks nothing like me". Famous last words because this was just as the frame closed in to show my face mid orgasm.
"Maybe we let police decide. Yes?"
Police? Bugger. It was Thursday and police involvement admitted the possibility of me spending the ensuing day, friday in custody. This was the middle east after all and the Fridays were the equivalent of the weekend.
I'm not certain if my appearance in a video clip sharing site constitutes a crime in these parts but can reasonably expect religious sensibilities to be offended. In any case, I wasn't prepared to admit the risk of Dubai's finest detaining me at their leisure if it took their fancy. I consider myself the adventurous type and although I do have fantasies (who doesn't?) of being handcuffed and helpless at the mercy of swarthy foreign men in uniform but not if there was no certainty of knowing when I'd get out .
Time for a change of tact.
"We don't have to involve the police, do we? Please?" I said in a faltering voice. Silence but it was clear that the tables had turned. "There are other ways to settle this".
"Perhaps, I could make it worth your while," I said biting my lower lip and lowering my eyes - but the meaning wasn't loss on them when I followed up with, "I'll do anything you want" - and I looked pointedly at the video clip which was now showing me being fucked senseless by a crowd of strangers.
And that triggered excited jabbering among the group - in arabic but their gestures and demeanour left no doubt that they knew they had me.
I did have to learn some Arabic when I worked as a stewardess for a Middle Eastern Airline and although it's a little rusty, I recalled enough to understand one of the louder strangers suggesting that they could just slip me a roofie and gangbang me. No, that wouldn't do and things were rapidly spinning out of control if I wasn't careful. I may have lost control of the situation but I still want to be fully aware of what was happening.
And so I very deliberately and slowly said the only Arabic phrase I could recall from my training as an air stewardess, "ana la 'aqawam - which means: I am not resisting" (learned as part my training to de-escalate a hijacking - but I've used it in other situations!).
The sailors began to whoop and high five each other when the heard that.
So there I was, on the verge of being fucked by another group of strangers in a foreign land. Sure, I'd done it countless times before but as many times as I'd done it, there was always that delicious taste of fear in turning myself over to a group of men to do as they wanted - now that I have agreed to be their sexual plaything in return for their discretion. My body will be theirs to use and it was super arousing.
And the sailors certainly got a view of what was in store because the white linen dress I was wearing was unlined and had begun to become see through in the Arabian humidity. I pretended not to notice - and this only encouraged them to suggest we went somewhere less public.
