Our Sexy Flights part 12

Our Sexy Flights part 12

Sorry to tell you this, girls but we did not just take the wrong road. We actually left Morocco. We are now 5 miles inside Algeria.

It was at that moment that all hell broke loose.

I screamed out in utter fright; Adele gripped my arm tightly and Curtis ran to stand in front of Adele and I in order to place himself boldly between the Arab horse riders and us girls. Before we had any chance to protest the Bedouins rode straight at us and all three of us were expertly scooped off our feet and thrown onto the back of a horse before its rider sped out of the oasis and into the blazing Sahara Desert with a dozen or so Bedouins following fast behind us. I had no option but to grasp the rider in front of me tightly around the waist and, as I glanced at my friends, they too were holding on for dear life.

For what seemed hours, but was only about 15 minutes, we were raced off across the open desert into God knows what situation.

I actually began to fear for my life when suddenly a road appeared in the dunes ahead with 2 large Range Rover's sat waiting; obviously for us. No sooner did the horsemen reach the road than we were pulled, unceremoniously, from the horses we were clinging too and bundled into the 2 vehicles. Curtis in one Rover and Adele and I in the other two frightening Bedouins, dressed all in black, sat either side of us and, without a word spoken, the engine roared into life and we were off to God only knows what fate.

I had heard of the terrible conditions inside Algerian prisons; of the torture and the rapes; the humiliations and degradations that women captives were put through.

The thought flashed through my mind that if the Bedouin tribesmen had entered the oasis whilst we were fucking each other just an hour ago then we would surely have been raped there and then. The thought done little to calm my shaking body!

With fear in my voice I told Adele how sorry I was for losing my way the night before but she just squeezed my hand tightly and told me it was not my fault. She also reminded me that Giraffe had just settled compensation claims over Lockerbie and was looking forward to the West lifting its sanctions. He was unlikely to jeopardize this because 3 lost tourists had taken a wrong turn. Whether Adele believed this herself or whether she said it to calm my shaking nerves I don't know. But it helped.

The four Arabs sat in the car with us never uttered a word as we talked and they seemed contented to let us carry on a conversation. I glanced around behind me and saw the other Range Rover speeding along close behind us with Curtis in the back. He too had a look of trepidation on his face.

Mile after mile the vehicles sped down the long, open desert highway with its frightened captives thinking out the worst possible scenarios as to our forthcoming fate.

Little did we know, as Adele and I sat clutching each other's hands in almost sheer terror, that we would have more cocks shoved into our pussies and bums in the next 2 days than we had had in our entire lives.

Adele’s gives her account on the Bedouin tribesmen

I squeezed Linda’s shaking hand as I told her my theory about Giraffe and how he would not risk any further altercation with Western Governments now that they were about to lift the sanctions that had crippled his desert country since the Lockerbie bombing. I partly believed it but what was to stop the 3 of us totally disappearing without our government even knowing we had entered Algeria?

I turned and looked at Linda and noted the small tear drops that were forming at the corners of her eyes. I leaned forward and licked them away before kissing her softly on the lips. The Bedouin guards either side of us smiled at each other as they watched and I realized that my tenderness towards my best friend probably only served to harden their cocks beneath their desert robes and possibly heighten their resolve to rape us before we had even reached our destination. However my kiss visibly relaxed Linda and I decided it was worth the risk just to ease her mind and body a little.

After what seemed hours the vehicles finally slowed down and I saw, ahead of us, a large encampment made up of two very large tents with many smaller ones surrounding them. The vehicles headed for the larger tents and came to a halt outside.

I was expecting Linda and me to be dragged from the rear seats by the large Bedouins that jumped quickly from the Range Rover; but instead they just stood outside then open doors and held out their weather worn hands as if inviting us to step out. The gestures were not those of captors and Linda and I took the offered hands and climbed from the vehicle. Once out into the hot sun we were ushered gently into one of the large tents; but not before I had a chance to see Curtis being offered the same inviting treatment as he was shown into the other large tent.

As Linda and I disappeared inside the darkness of the interior, compared to the blazing sunlight outside, it took our eyes several minutes to re-adjust. Linda was clutching my hand tightly like a frightened school girl and I squeezed her firmly in a bid of reassurance, although I still had no idea of what fate awaited us, and inside my heart was racing almost in blind panic. I felt that Linda was looking to me for re-assurance and I was not going to let her see that I was as terrified as she was.

However my fears decreased once my eyes had adjusted and I began to take in the plush interior of the tent. It was certainly very big and had brightly color full cushions scattered around the carpeted floor. Huge drapes and multi colored rugs hung down the sides of the canvas and several small, gold colored, tables were distributed evenly between the large cushions with bowls of fruit, and pictures of wine and glasses, perched neatly on top.

My racing heart began to slow down and I felt Linda’s hand relax in my mine.

This was not a prison or a torture chamber. This was pure luxury and opulence in the middle of The Sahara Desert. A solitary Bedouin had accompanied us inside and he now ushered us politely towards two large cushions in the center of the tent and invited us to sit down. As we lowered our bodies onto the soft seating he picked up a picture of white wine and poured two glasses.

He smiled at us, the first facial expression we had seen from one of these nomadic tribesmen, as he handed each of us a glass of slightly chilled wine. He then turned and left the room without uttering a sound. I looked at Linda and we both had the same puzzled looks on our tanned faces.

Together we began a more detailed look at our surroundings and it was Linda that drew my attention more closely to the huge rugs that adorned the ‘walls’ and flooring.

Each rug had a different design but all of them with the same theme. All had pictures of naked men and women stitched expertly into the material; and all of them were in positions that left nothing to the imagination.

I then began to notice other sexual items such as the tall candle holders in the shape of naked women and the many gold colored bowls that held the fruit and were decorated with scenes of couples fornicating in more positions than the Khams Sutra.

This definitely was no holding prison. This was a love nest.

Linda and I began to talk in low voices about our surroundings and guess at what could happen to us when the covering over the entrance opened and a large Arab dressed in multi colored robes entered, bowed slightly to us and touched his forehead, before smiling at us and saying, in excellent English.

It is my delight and pleasure to welcome such lovely English roses into my home.

Still smiling he approached us and took first my hand, kissed it softly, and then kissed Linda’s in the same manner.

You are certainly wondering why you have been brought here and I offer my humble apologies for the upset you must have felt during your journey. However I will explain why you are here after you have had some sleep. But please be assured that you are safe and will remain so.

At that he left the tent and Linda and I sat talking about our situation. She fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a small tin containing a small, but thick, joint of Moroccan Gold. She lit it and puffed deeply on the smoke before handing it to me. I inhaled deeply and passed it back. Before the joint had expired my mind was much more relaxed and we decided that the idea of sleep was good and, with our arms wrapped tightly around each other we laid our heads on the soft cushions and within minutes.

Linda was fast asleep in my arms. My mind was too full of thoughts to drift off to sleep as quickly as Linda had done and I lay there thinking back to a time when I had last been screwed by an Arab. It had happened a few months earlier after I had moved to Morocco; through the haze of the drug my mind began to re-live that fantastic experience all over again

He was a handsome man, but built like a stallion, lean and muscular, but with a huge, veined, thick cock. We had met at a night club and we had chatted a bit.
Then he whisked me off back to his penthouse apartment on the other side of the city in his stretched Mercedes limo.

His hands were all over me in the car and I couldn't wait to get into bed with him, it was going to be one hell of a love match.

We got to the apartment and I stumbled trying to walk in some ridiculously high heels. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried me in to the lift.

My arms were wrapped around his neck and he let my body slide down until my legs wrapped around his waist. We kissed passionately as the mirrored lift ascended to the top floor. He carried me into his penthouse and took me straight into the bedroom, lowering me on to the fur covered bed.

He stood over me, our eyes locked on to each other as he undressed, he was proud of his body and he was soon naked and I took in the view of his stiff cock. I let out a low moan and tried to reach out to grab it. But he stepped back. He had other ideas.

To be continued