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A Very Special Story
By The Reporter
"Joe, the editor wants to see you."
"Okay Helen, I hope it's something worthwhile. I haven't had a
decent assignment since I filed that story on the race track
payoffs last month."
As I wandered toward my editor's office I checked out the girls
putting the Women's section together for the Sunday edition. They
were gathered around a desk going over the layout. A few had
attracted me ever since I had been with the paper, especially now
that my girlfriend had left me and I hadn't had any decent sex
for 6 months.
"Hi Harry, I hope you have something decent for me. It's been a
while since I had anything I can sink my teeth into."
"Sit down Joe. This isn't anything earth shaking, but you never
know what you might stumble across. The Peruvian consulate is
having a reception for their new Consul General. It's tomorrow
night at the consulate over in the east eighties. I need someone
there, if only to keep up appearances."
"Christ Harry, a goddam diplomatic party? Can't you find one of
the kids to cover it?"
"I know, but I don't have anyone. I've got the newbies upstate
covering some Dairy convention. It's only one night, and what the
hell; it's free drinks and probably good food. Just dust off your
tux, it's a formal thing."
"My tux? You mean I have to get all gussied up just to listen to
a bunch of stogy diplomats chatting the same old nonsense to each
other about how important they think they are?"
"That's it babe, it's all yours. Just file something the next day
and forget it. Now get out of here and do something
constructive."
I checked out the women again as I walked out to the elevators on
my way to the Billy Goat tavern. At least I could bitch and moan
to some buddies from the Daily News who would be there. A couple
of the girls were wearing pretty short skirts and not paying much
attention to how high they were riding up. A look at some
luscious thighs got me thinking about Crystal, and how she loved
to wrap her nice plump thighs around my head.
"Oh well, don't dip your pen in the company ink they say", I
thought as I slowed to get another good look.
I walked into the Billy Goat and wandered to a back table where I
saw my friend from the London Times quaffing a pint of Guinness.
"I say old chap, it's a little early for you."
"Oh well, things are slow. I just got stuck with covering the
reception for some new diplomat from Peru."
"I know about that one. I'll be there too, bloody tuxedo and all.
Those things are a real bore. At least there's free booze and
good food. I'll look for you tomorrow night." He had another beer
while I downed a couple of Scotch's and left for home.
The next evening I climbed into my tuxedo and drove to the
consulate, dropping my car with the valet parker. I picked up
champagne at the bar and wandered over to my Brit friend.
"Who is that lady over there in the red gown? She's drop dead
gorgeous!"
"Oh her? That's Angela Morrero, the wife of the Commercial
Attache. He's the fat guy over in the corner with the Argentine
crowd."
"What the hell did she ever see in that slob?"
"Money and position old chap. He's worth a fortune and his daddy
is very well connected back home. They say he'll be the
ambassador in a few years."
"What a waste of an incredible woman! Look at her."
"I am old chum. Half the men in this room would give their
eyeteeth to get next to her. I've never heard a word about her
playing around though. She's always at these receptions with him,
but they don't seem to be players if you know what I mean. You
know these diplomat types are usually playing musical beds all
over town. What the hell, they hardly have anything to do except
party and screw. Those two just don't seem to fit the mold for
whatever reason."
I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She was wearing a deep red
strapless backless gown that must have cost what I make in a
year. She had smooth olive skin without a single blemish. The
ruby earrings and necklace screamed wealth. Her long bare arms
moved in a sensuous way that drove me crazy. A gold tipped
cigarette was held between slim fingers that ended in long
scarlet nails. Shaking my head I went to the bar just to get
another look at her as well as stoke up on the finest Champagne I
had tasted in a year. I moved around the crowded room making
chitchat with just enough people so I could file some bullshit
the next morning. I knew my editor didn't expect much, so I
didn't bother making any notes. What the hell, the crap I was
going to write I could type from memory.
Even while I was talking to people, I was looking past them at
that vision in red. I moved from group to group, each time
managing to get nearer to her. Finally, I stepped into the group
she was with and managed to join the conversation. A few
questions identifying myself as a reporter got me involved, these
types always love to see themselves mentioned in print.
I have to admit I was worried about getting a bulge in my
trousers every time she spoke. She seemed almost removed from the
scene around her. It was as if her mind was somewhere else. One
by one the people in the group moved on to continue mingling and
trying to impress others with their importance.
Finally I said, "May I get you a fresh champagne?"
She smiled, "Why yes you may, thank you."
Knees rubbery, I got 2 fresh glasses and handed one to her. Her
fingers brushed my hand as she took it, and I felt an electric
shock up my arm.
She smiled, "These affairs can be so boring don't you think?"
I could only agree and explain that I wasn't usually involved on
the diplomatic front. As we chatted, I did my best to maneuver us
to a less crowded corner of the room. We shared another glass as
I tried desperately to think of some way to connect with this
goddess before me.
She laughed, "My husband is always making some kind of business
deal at these affairs. Tonight he's trying to arrange something
with the Swedes. He'll be leaving in a while to go out drinking
with them."
Before I knew it, I heard myself asking if I might offer to drive
her home since her husband would be gone. She knitted her brow
for a moment then said, "That will be fine. You're sure you don't
mind?"
"Mind?" I thought, "I would drive this woman all the way back to
Peru if she asked."
After a while she left to get her wrap and said she would meet me
downstairs. I saw Harry looking at me smiling as I rushed to the
bar to throw down another drink before going downstairs myself,
and giving the valet my parking ticket. He brought my car around
and I thanked God that I had it washed and cleaned inside and out
the day before. I brushed him aside and held the door as she
regally strolled from the entrance.
As I drove I tried to make conversation that would in some way
both interest her and also let her know that I desperately wanted
to get to know her better. As we drove, her mood seemed to change
completely; she laughed and relaxed as we chatted. As I pulled in
front of a very impressive town house, she removed a clicker from
her purse, pointed it at the house, and a garage door perfectly
blended into the facade, slid open.
"If you would like to join me for a cocktail you can park
inside", she smiled.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing as I maneuvered the car
into a space in the garage beneath the house. She led me to a
door that turned out to be the elevator, and we exited into a
dimly lit foyer on the floor above. She casually threw her fur
wrap onto a chair and beckoned me to follow her.
She led me through several rooms, all sumptuously furnished, into
what seemed to be a cozy den. "You look like a Scotch drinker";
she laughed as she strolled to a small bar.
I admitted a taste for single malt, and she opened the liquor
cabinet to reach for a 20 year old Glenlivet. "Neat or with ice?"
she asked.
"Neat", I responded, hoping to impress her with my worldliness.
She poured me a generous dollop, then one for herself, but with a
single ice cube. She walked to a sofa and patted the seat next to
her, smiling. I just didn't know what to do at that point. Here I
was, always confident at being a ladies man and I was as tongue
tied as a teenager on his first date.
I blurted out, "I saw you immediately I arrived, and quite
frankly couldn't keep my eyes off you."
She laughed, "I know, I watched you working around the room until
you were in that group with me. I thought you would never get
there."
"You mean you knew all the time what I was up to?"
"Of course I did. I saw you when you came in. You are a handsome
man you know." I took a generous swig of my drink, my mind racing
with what she said and the possibilities she might have been
implying.
She just sat smiling at my obvious confusion. "Dear, my husband
is an important man in our country as you probably know by now.
As you can see, he is quite wealthy and I do live a very
comfortable life. I have all the things a woman could wish for,
well almost all."
I looked at her. Her expression had become melancholy, almost
wistful. This was really getting confusing. I had a fleeting
thought that I was in over my depth here, but I wasn't about to
pass this up.
"In for a dime, in for a dollar", I thought. My mind was reeling
as she stood to get us another drink.
"What could you mean by almost all?" I asked as she sat beside me
again.
As she leaned to hand me the drink my eyes were glued to the
bodice of her gown, which slightly revealed what must be very
generous breasts. She looked at me seriously; "There's something
about you. I saw it the moment you walked into the room. You have
a presence; a way of carrying yourself that is almost sensuous. I
knew I wanted to meet you. It was quite difficult to seem not to
notice as you worked your way over to me."
"My God, was I that obvious?"
"Oh yes", she laughed, "and I loved it."
"But you haven't answered my question I replied. You said you had
almost everything a woman could want."
"My dear, there is something about you that tells my female
instinct that I can trust you. The problem is my husband. I know
he is a ladies man, and I accept that; it's the way things are in
my country. He's supporting two mistresses right here in the
city." She rested her hand on my thigh as she continued. To say
that there was growing bulge in my trousers would be the
understatement of the century. "You see, that leaves him little
time to attend to my womanly needs."
She bent low to obtain a cigarette from the box on the table
before us, and again when I held my lighter for her. As I held
the flame to her cigarette, she placed her hand over mine to
steady it. The combination of the sight of her bosom and the feel
of her soft hand on mine had me reeling. The implications of her
comment were beyond my wildest dreams.
I tried to sound confident as I said, "Is there some way I might
help make your life, shall we say, more fulfilling?"
At this point, I was intoxicated by her sensual beauty. The
combination of her, the champagne, and the warm Scotch had me
thinking this had to be a dream. I took her cigarette, placed it
in the ashtray and took her in my arms. She placed her hands on
my face and brought her lips to mine. It was as sensuous and
passionate kiss as I have ever experienced. She began writhing in
my arms as the kiss went on forever. She dropped one hand to my
thigh and I almost exploded there and then as she softly rubbed.
Suddenly she broke away and sat back, "Oh God, I'm sorry, I
should never have started this. There was just something about
you." It seemed that she was about to burst into tears.
"What's the matter?" I asked, not wanting to miss this golden
opportunity.
"I do want you, please believe that. It's just that I have to
tell you something that may have you running out of here."
"What the hell could that be", I wondered. "Go ahead, I'm a big
boy", I replied.
She lowered her hands into her lap and began with eyes downcast.
"My husband and I have what you might call a 'special'
arrangement. He understands that I have needs, and he also
understands that I know about his women. He allows me to have
'arrangements' from time to time. There is one qualification
though."
I sat there going out of my mind with sexual desire. I wasn't
going to let this slip away. "Qualification?" I asked wondering
what the hell it could be.
"Please kiss me again before I explain." she said.
I took her in my arms and we repeated the kiss even more
passionately if that was possible. Her hand again went to my leg
and rubbed even higher. There was nothing I wouldn't do to have
this woman!
She eventually leaned back and took my hands in hers. "Darling, I
have to tell you that my husband is bisexual. He enjoys an
occasional dalliance with another man. This is also not uncommon
in my country. His condition for me to be with a man is that the
man submit to him once."
"What!" I exclaimed. "To be with you I have to be with him
first?"
She at first burst into tears and then threw herself onto me
again kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around her,
feeling the warmth of her incredible body pressing me down. It
seemed to go on forever with my mind reeling with desire for her
and revulsion over the idea.
"Darling, it would only be one time, that's all he wants. Please!
For me! Please! No one will ever know, and then I will be yours!"
There I was with this goddess on top of me driving me insane with
desire and telling me I had to have sex with her husband if I was
to have her. I have to admit that I did experiment once with that
when I was young, but there was nothing in it for me. I'm not a
gay basher, but I just have no use for being with another guy. In
fact the idea is a big YUCK. She was writhing on top of me
kissing and caressing and I just gave in.
"I need you! I want you! You are the most beautiful woman I have
ever met!" I shouted.
"You mean you'll do it?" she said looking deep into my eyes.
"Darling, if you just do this one thing I will make sure you
never forget me, ever."
We sat up and I reached for the zipper of her gown. "Oh darling I
want you now" she exclaimed, "But you have to do this first."
"When?" I said.
"Right away, I will tell him tonight when he gets home. Oh
darling, I can't wait! I want you as much as you want me."
She stood, reached behind her back and unzipped her gown letting
it fall to the floor. She was even more a goddess standing before
me in just her panties garter belt hose and heels. "I'll be all
yours dear, all yours!"
Well, that settled the issue. I would have slept with the devil
himself to have this woman. She got us another drink and she sat
beside me in her undies touching me and describing the delights
soon to come. In time I left and returned home in a state of
hopeless confusion, not to mention desire.
The next day at the newspaper I turned in my story and sat in my
office wondering it last night had been some dream. I knew it
wasn't though when I looked at the gilt card she had pressed into
my hand before I left. It had only her name and her private
telephone number.
I must have picked up and set down the phone 10 times before I
finally called the number. Just the sound of her "Hello" set me
off again. She said her husband would see me the next night and
to come to the townhouse at 7 and the garage would be open for
me.
I left the office the next afternoon and went over to the Billy
Goat. I was going to need lots of fortification for what was
ahead of me. Every time I thought of being with that fat hairy
guy I just had to have another drink, but the thoughts of
heavenly passion with the most beautiful female I have ever seen
won the day.
I drove to the house and the garage was open. I parked, went to
the elevator and she was waiting wearing the same gown I had met
her in. The vision of her standing before me with the gown on the
floor at her feet that other night was overwhelming. She didn't
say a word, just smiled as she led me up the staircase and to her
bedroom. The room was very large and exquisitely feminine; with a
canopied bed its centerpiece.
She pointed to the bed and whispered, "Soon my darling."
Suddenly she was all business. The smile disappeared and she told
me to undress. "He wants me to dress you in a special costume for
him dear. You are to be his harem girl."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"It's just for this one time darling. Please just go along with
this and we can be together."
I just shrugged and said "Oh well, if I'm going to do this what
does it matter what I look like."
I undressed and she began. She put me in red satin panties and
then red gauzy harem pants. Next came red satin slippers followed
by a spangled brassiere of the same material and a similar little
bolero jacket. I never felt such a fool as she kept reassuring
me. She sat me at her vanity and began making up my face. Heavy
makeup and garish eye shadow and lipstick went on. She applied
lipstick and pressed on long red fingernails. Then a black long
wig completed the composition. I looked at myself in the mirror
and cringed. I looked the caricature of a harem girl, a male in
silly drag. She dabbed perfume on me in several places, then led
me to the bedroom door.
"His bedroom is at the end of the hall darling. Oh dear I'm so
happy you're doing this for me!" Shaking but also fortified by
all the drinks I walked down the hall and opened the door of his
bedroom.
He stood there in a brocade-dressing robe with a smirk on his
face. "So my little harem girl, you have arrived at last. Come
over here and let me look at you." I walked toward him, getting
sicker at every step. Only the thought of having her was going to
get me through this. "Oh you are a sexy little thing"; he laughed
as I stood before him. "Turn around." I turned, and he caressed
my pantied buns as I did. "Now my little one, you will address me
as 'Darling master' from now on. Also your harem girl name is
Fawzia. You will answer to that name. Do you understand?"
I stammered "Yes darling master" feeling the bile rising in my
stomach.
"Now I want you to go out and come in again and come to me, kneel
and say 'Darling master, I am your pretty harem girl Fawzia. I am
here to please you darling master'"
I went out and returned to kneel before him and recite as
ordered. He grasped my chin and tilted my head upwards.
"Oh you are a pretty thing," he laughed.
He opened his robe to reveal his nude fat hairy body. I thought I
would puke, but just kept a silly smile on my face. He stepped
forward, put his hand behind my head and pulled my face into his
crotch.
"Kiss and lick it my little harem girl." I took a deep breath and
began. Slowly he began to react, his penis growing to stiffness.
He stepped back. "Now little Fawzia, look at it and tell me how
beautiful it is and that you want it in you everywhere. Make it
convincing!"
I knelt before his erect cock, "Oh darling master you have such
gorgeous male meat. I love to kiss and lick it. Please, may I
have it in me everywhere?"
He sneered down at me, "You can do better than that! Make it
convincing! Fawn over it like you adore it. Lick my balls too."
I took it in my hands and began kissing it. "Oh darling master,
you are so manly. Your little harem girl adores your big manly
meat. I want to please you so much. Please use little me in every
way for your pleasure."
He smiled, "That's better, I think this will be a pleasurable
evening little Fawzia."
He had me continue to recite in many humiliating ways before
having me dance for him and slowly remove my spangled bolero
jacket and gauze pantaloons. Then I had to suck him to stiffness
again and say I loved it. He told me to get on the bed on my
hands and knees. He pulled off my panties and I felt it pressing
against my ass. Suddenly I felt a blinding pain as he shoved it
into me.
"Wiggle Fawzia, scream in delight as I fuck you."
Well the screaming was easy it hurt so badly and I suppose it
sounded like I was wild with delight. "Oh darling master I love
it."
I managed to blurt over and over as he plunged in and out of my
ass. All I wanted was for him to climax and get the whole thing
over with. Suddenly I figured that if I really acted as if I
loved it he might cum that much sooner. I began doing my best to
seem to be in a frenzy of delight as he fucked me, screaming over
and over how wonderful he was. Finally he grunted and climaxed in
my rear.
"Hmmm you are really a sex slut little Fawzia. I do believe you
will be my favorite harem girl from now on. Now go get a warm
washcloth and clean me off. I complied as he lay on the bed
relaxing. "Put your panties and brassiere back on and dance for
me while I relax. First get me a drink from the bar over in the
corner. Kneel and present it to me as you tell me how wonderful
is your darling master. Beg to service me forever."
I complied, wondering how long this was going to keep up. He
seemed insatiable.
"Now my little Fawzia I have a surprise for you. You think that
after tonight you can be with my wife don't you." Suddenly I had
a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "What you
don't know is that she doesn't want you at all, she only likes
other women. In fact, she's with a woman right now."
Thinking that this was part of the play-acting I said, "Yes
darling master."
He roared with laughter as he strode over to a large screen
television and turned it on. I stood in shock as the picture of
her bedroom appeared. There she was in bed with a woman who had
her head between Angela's legs licking furiously. Angela was
writhing and moaning with pleasure as the woman licked furiously
in her pussy.
"You bastard I'll kill you!" I screamed.
"I don't think so," he laughed as he switched the set over to a
VCR.
There on tape was myself being all dressed as a harem girl then
walking down the hall to his bedroom. All the humiliating things
I had done were there in excruciating detail. My attempts to
excite him to the point of climax just to get it over with looked
only as if I was really wildly loving every minute of it.
"How would you like this tape passed around to your friends and
business associates little Fawzia? With a little editing no one
would believe you're anything but what you look like here, just a
little sissy boy slut!"
I stood in shock. "You rotten son of a bitch!"
Again he laughed, "Oh yes, I am that alright. You see, there are
many well known women who would like to get their hands on my
wealth and are only too happy to put out for me to accomplish
their greed. I tell them that they have to satisfy my wife just
once and then we will be together. Sound familiar little Fawzia?
Once they are on tape just like you are they're hers for as long
as she wants them just as you will be for me now sweetie. From
now on, whenever I want your services I'll just get in touch with
you. Either you continue to satisfy me or the tape gets
circulated everywhere. Perhaps I could have copies given to
sleazy porno bookstores for their video stalls. Wouldn't that be
funny, having men all over the city standing in the dark jerking
off watching you getting fucked as a harem girl? You know, I
actually did that to a fellow when Angela and I were posted to
Amsterdam. He just didn't want to be my play toy. I suppose he's
still there terrified that someone will recognize him. That
really wouldn't do for a bank president now would it?"
"Now you can get out of here, I've had enough of you for tonight.
Just wait for a call at work from time to time and think about
what happens if you don't present yourself here to serve me. When
I finish editing the tape so it looks like you're really
cooperating, I'll have a copy hand delivered to your office.
There's a guest bathroom down the hall where you can get that
pretty makeup off. You'll also find your clothes there."
I left and found the bathroom where my clothes were neatly
stacked, washed off the makeup, threw the harem girl things on
the floor, dressed and walked out into the hall seething. As I
was going to the elevator I met the woman who had been in bed
with Angela. We stopped and looked at each other. Without a word
we went to the elevator and descended to the garage. Again we
looked at each other. I suggested maybe we get a drink someplace
and she nodded. Over cocktails I heard her story, exactly like
mine. She said she had been servicing Angela for several months
since she was captured on tape.
She looked at me quizzically, "You know, I could have believed
you were really enjoying your romp with him."
"You saw me?" I exclaimed.
"Oh yes, Angela has a monitor in her bedroom and we were watching
you. She was laughing about how she trapped you."
"That bitch! She had me wrapped around her little finger and she
knew it. As for enjoying it, I was just trying to act my part so
I could get it over with as soon as possible. It hurt like hell.
All I could think of was being in bed with Angela."
We talked about how to get out of this trap. "I guess we'll just
have to wait until they tire of us and get someone else," she
said.
I looked at her and suggested we get together for dinner the next
night saying, "You know what they say. If God gives you lemons,
make lemonade."
She laughed and replied "Your place or mine."
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