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Rashid

Collected by Djian

Another story by Carrie /// see also Jenny

Rashid - Mid-Eastern Business Entrepreneur

Rashid had flown to Dallas from his home, in Tunnis
earlier this morning. Tomorrow night he would be
jet-setting to New York. He had new dealings with a
friend of his and Richard was expecting him. They
were about to start a whole new slaving venture
together. Nothing like what they were planning had
ever been done, since the tools hadn't been invented
yet. But that was all changing and by Allah, he had
found just the perfect American to deal with.

He stood 6'3", and weighed over 230 pounds. His hair
was still jet black although it had begun to grey a
little on the sides. He was fit, but with a barrel of
a chest as he followed his father's lineage and all
males were blessed with the same stature. He worked
out regularly, although he knew he would probably
never have to raise a fist to anyone, his bodyguards
would always see to any punishment details. Unless,
of course, he wanted to. He was coming to take
ownership of one of his first virgins, as slave…not as
wife. He could get it in his homeland, but he liked
seeing American women turned from such liberalism to
kneel at his feet. And they always fought him, feared
him. The women in his homeland desired to mate with
him, there was almost no fun in that. So, tonight he
was surprising the American, and taking possession.

This 'other' American was fast pissing him off. He
had flown into Dallas on three other occasions to
complete this purchase, only to leave without it.
Tonight will be different. He had brought members of
his bodyguard, and entourage with him to ensure that
today he left with it. Each time, the son-of-a-bitch
demanded more money. This was his last visit. He
would accept the cash, or he would die. His choice.
Rashid was tired of Texans. He wasn't expected until
tomorrow, and certainly not at his home. This
American had always met at his office. Tonight he
would have the high card.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Sylvia knew her Daddy has leveraged everything, they
were busted flat broke. He had done everything he
could to bring in the bucks and it was just no good,
the bills were stacking up and the creditors were
calling, harassing. Something was wrong, she knew it.
Her Daddy had left her alone the last three weekends.
He said he had business, business that would make them
rich…but the money never came. Today, he told her
that tomorrow some friend from the Mid-East would be
coming. He believed this was the last trip for him.
He had airline tickets for both he and Sylvia to fly
on to New York, and had told Sylvia to pack the
suitcases. He would have to meet the gentleman one
last time at the office. He wanted Sylvia to wait for
him, to be his hostess. Sylvia had been trained to be
her Daddy's hostess for many years. Ever since her
Mummy had left them. Daddy had begun hostess training
almost immediately. At first, she didn't like it, but
after awhile, she just couldn't help but like it as
much as her Daddy did. Her Daddy made her feel good
in special ways.

Sylvia had just turned 18 and had been home-schooled
her whole life. This way, her Daddy could control
what she was exposed to. She stood 5'10" and weighed
almost 190 pounds. She was a big girl, Daddy's big
girl. He liked her breasts, loved to suck 'her
titties' as Daddy liked to call them. She liked Daddy
sucking them too. But her secret place ached so, and
she knew from watching the animal movies that she
wanted to be mated. She wanted, needed her Daddy to
mate her. She had seen horses do it, and lions, even
elephants. And Sylvia knew she had to be the bestest
hostess and make her Daddy mate with her. Her secret
place always got wet for Daddy's cock to mate her.
Maybe tonight he would.

Pete, Sylvia's Daddy, knows the Mid-Eastern culture
looks all over the world for virgin slaves. He began
to train his daughter in the art of seduction of
men…he called it hostessing. He also trained her in
receiving pain, pleasure, everything he could read on
or find information on. He never penetrated his baby's
pussy or ass because he knew that this was his pot of
gold. But he made sure that she could suck cock all
night long and clean up afterwards. The moment had
come, but he found that he didn't want to sell his
daughter anymore. He would take the money and then
leave, with his daughter. Rashid would never get to
lay eyes upon her. Pete had fooled Rashid into
believing that he had won the bid for Sylvia's body.

It was almost midnight when Pete entered his
daughter's room. She was nude, as she had always been
since their training began. He dropped his robe, and
his cock was surging. He was so used to ending his
day with a good cock-sucking from his baby. Sylvia
knelt on the bed on all fours. 'Daddy, do you want my
mouth?' He smiles at how perfect she was, the perfect
slut for him. 'Suck my cock, baby.'

Sylvia crawled over to the edge of the bed, she sat
up, and fingered her nipples, pulling and
pinching…knowing they would harden and lengthen, her
breasts would swell. She cradled her breasts for her
Daddy to look at. 'Do you want to suck your
daughter's titties?' Pete nearly came although he
knew this was one of the ways she was taught to
pleasure him. 'I want your mouth, now!' Sylvia
scooted forward, dropped to all fours again, and
without the use of her hands, took his cock in her
mouth. She deep-throated him almost immediately.
Pete could feel the vibration as she began to hum
while she bathed his cock with her throat. He threw
his head back and thrust his cock forward, and deeper
into her throat. Neither one of them heard the door
behind Pete open….

'Please, continue in your demonstration of my
purchase. Let us not disturb you.'
Rashid spoke quietly and stepped aside as his
entourage could enter the room. The massive guards
stood against the wall, one remaining by the door.
His slaves, 2 of them, knelt in front of Rashid. One
immediately took his cock from the slit in his robe
and began to suckle. The other waited with head bowed
for instruction.

Sylvia pulled back from her daddy's cock. Never had
there ever been anyone in their bedroom. She looked
at the tall dark man, and although her secret place
began to throb, she grew fearful.

Pete attempted to shield his daughter. 'What are you
doing here? We weren't to meet until tomorrow.' As
he spoke, one of the guards opened the closet door
exposing the packed suitcases. He bent, releasing the
catch, and female clothes spilled out onto the floor.

'What have we here?' Rashid questioned. "You are
probably preparing her for the trip back to my
country, yes? There is no need for anything, I will
outfit my slut the way I like.'

'I believe instead of showing how well she can suck
cock, I desire you to show me that she enjoys having
her pussy dealt with.' He stared intently at the
American man, 'by you. I want to watch you suck her
off, make her scream…it will be the last time you hear
it.'

Rashid made a motion with his hand and made a foreign
guttural noise, and the kneeling slut, with head bowed
heard him and caught the action. She immediately
turned to kneel in front of the American. Taking his
cock in her mouth, she began sucking it. 'She will
minister to you…and when your female cries out, will
bring you to completion as well. If she does not cry
out in the time I believe she should, my man here will
cut your meat straight off and we will leave you here.
Begin.'

Rashid placed a hand on the head of the slave sucking
his cock, petting her as a puppy. He grew excited at
the idea of father and daughter sex, thinking of his
father with his three sisters back home. He
remembered the stories they shared as they taught him
the art of pleasuring females.

Sylvia heard everything, but was almost in a state of
shock. She could see her father reacting to the man.
He was frightened, and she had never seen her father
this way. She saw him try to argue until the big man
near the door withdrew a very sharp curved knife.
Then he turned to her and taking her hands, coaxed her
into laying down on her bed. 'Daddy?' Sylvia began.
'Shhh, it will be alright.' Pete knew this was it.
He turned one last time, faced Rashid and asked, 'Did
you bring the money?'

'I have never lied to you, although I suspect you have
lied several times to me,' was the only response.

Sylvia was still naked, and Pete helped her to lay in
the center of the bed, but across the width of it, not
the length and her legs hung over the edge. He pulled
her forward, attaching ties to bind her hands and
feet, and then knelt. He made room for the female
between his legs and felt her take his cock once again
in his mouth. He had to stifle a groan, she was good.

'She is still virgin.' He spoke aloud. He helped
Sylvia to bend her knees, and then spread them wide
open. He felt Rashid stand nearer behind him. He
heard the scooting noise the young female made as she
scooted along, her mouth still suckling the
foreigner's cock.

From Sylvia…'I am pulled open, a pillow under my ass,
and my father's hand is on my pussy, but not
penetrating me…the dark man who makes my pussy flow
wetness orders Daddy again to bring me to orgasm. He
wants to watch Daddy make me, his daughter, cum. But
Daddy has never done this in front of an audience. A
female kneels to the side of my Daddy to make him
hard. Rashid tells the slave servicing my father not
to allow him to cum until this man has brought his
little girl (I am now 20) to orgasm.

Rashid orders his own slave to slow down, he has
decided he may want this virgin's ass and he doesn't
want to spill his seed down this slaves throat. Sex
is everywhere in the room. He see's that as the girl
begins to feel the orgasm building, she also begins a
struggle. More slaves are ordered to restrain her.
He can tell she grows excited at the foreign hands on
different parts of her body. He commands another and
mouths are immediately on her breasts, suckling with
great force, pulling and tugging on her nipples,
someone is gently biting on her. A hand snakes under
her father's chin and begins to lightly rub her
starfish opening.

From Sylvia: The dark man comes closer to my bed, the
slave scooting along the floor beside him. He must
know I am fighting this treatment. He pulls some kind
of sword/knife/scythe from his robes and brings it
under Daddy's throat. I stop struggling instantly. I
watch as he allows the tip of his knife to nick Daddy.
I see the blood, a thin slow drip, run down Daddy's
neck. The dark man then orders everyone from the
room, I hear him say he will take me himself tonight -
and that we can still be joined in Tunis. I hear him
say something about me being his 5th slave to join the
harem at his palace. The look he gives me is as if he
dares me to fight him. But like a fool I do. He
slaps my face hard. I immediately quiet down, and
simply lay there before him crying. I hear him
disrobe, the sound of clothing being discarded to the
floor is subtle…and in the near empty room, almost the
only sound I hear. He tells me that I am his little
slut flower...no one but he will ever have me unless
he longs to see me take another cock. He is then on
the bed next to me, and unties one hand from the ropes
my Daddy has used in the last year or so, intensifying
my hostess training. I immediately move to strike
him. It is what he wanted, an excuse to use the belt
of his robe. Thinly woven leather strips and he turns
to retrieve it from the floor. He reties me. His
eyes are fierce, his cock jutting out from his body so
hot and hard, precum dripping. He gives me one chance
to redeem myself. He kneels close to my head and
tells me to open my mouth to receive his manhood. I
hesitate only a second and he moves to begin whipping
me. I startle him with my begging. He takes a second
look. He sees the tears in my eyes and wonders now at
what I have endured to bring me to this moment. He
kneels again at my head and places his hand first at
my throat.

'I will kill you, snap your neck in one second if I
feel your teeth even graze my member.'

Then he comes closer so that if I open my mouth, I can
draw the 8inch length inside. I close my eyes and
remember my Daddy's cock in me for the last, almost 6
years. I draw on it, tasting his tiny squirt of seed
that had escaped. I begin to swallow the cock,
twirling my tongue over and over and around the silken
head, engorged now with desire for me. I hear a groan
and wonder if it came from him or me, I don't know
anymore. But the cock in my mouth swells even more, I
work to even my breathing, I keep my teeth sheathed so
as not to scrape against him. Suddenly I feel a
pinching aching at one of my nipples, then a firm
grasp on the same breast. He is touching me. I grow
hot and begin to moan, even as his cock fills me. On
and on I drink and suck from him. He keeps one hand
always at my throat but the other manipulating my
breasts and nipples until I think I am going to cum.
I try to plead with him to stop, I am too close but he
somehow knows and he begins twisting painfully on my
nipples. I increase my suckling mouth on his cock.
Trying even harder, working harder than ever before to
bring this man to cum. But he is smarter, his hand
leaves my breasts and drags down my stomach, to my
very hairy pussy, he slips one finger in the fold of
my swollen labia and I feel him shudder. I hear him
say 'you are so wet for me'. And then I am thrown
out, jarred into releasing his cock as his fingers
drag across my clit, my little tiny cock of my own it
is so engorged. He doesn't grow angry that I have
stopped sucking him. No, he moves to lay between my
legs and placing his hands under my hips, raises me to
his mouth as his tongue snakes out and dips between
the folds of my pussy lips. One swipe is all he takes
and I am cumming, screaming out into the night for any
to hear me. 'Cum for me, my little slut flower,' he
whispers as I buck and try to throw him from me.
Another swipe and I am almost unconscious, I feel his
fingers dig into my hips, and they slide closer and
closer to my virgin starfish and then one finger
probes and slides in, another swipe of his thick, hard
tongue and I have fainted, my body continuing to
shudder.

Rashid removed his finger from her ass, he gently lay
her hips to rest on the bed. He knelt and finds that
he has spent his seed, something he hasn't done since
he was 12 and being taught the pleasures of
deflowering a woman from his own sister, Princess
Malanda. He waited patiently for her to regain
consciousness and then knelt again at her head, 'Clean
me, slut'.

Sylvia took his soft member in her mouth and
immediately it began to harden. Rashid is speechless,
being 48, he was taking more time between sexual
pleasure these days. He pulls from the girl, crosses
to the door and orders all slaves back into the
bedroom to prepare for travel. He will wait no
longer. He orders an assistant, another slave to hand
the briefcase over to the American. It is opened and
he sees that he has just sold his little girl for 1.8
million dollars. 'This will do,' the American says.
Rashid states back to him, 'You will never see her
again.'

'But that was not the arrangement!' he protests. 'Too
bad, you should have thought of that before I had a
taste of her! She will be mine now. Belonging to Tunis
and the crowned Prince Rashid.'

He turned in time to see the slaves had prepped the
girl and she was now standing, nude still, but totally
surrounded by his slaves. There would be no escape.
Rashid ordered 2 guards to stay behind and see that
the American wouldn't get any thoughts of following.
Then he motioned to the others and left the house,
never to return....

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