Yes and he will make me his bride

Like the days before I was drunk on horniness as I stumbled back through the gardens of the hotel grounds. I had the taste of Ahmed's ass and cum in my mouth and my bulge was twitching underneath the layers of my cheap hotel uniform. The staff quarters were on the eastern side of the premise through the gardens. I knew that from my runs around the grounds. I had to pass by the pool and when I got there I saw Bobby laying out his towel on one of the pool loungers. He didn't recognize me and didn't even look up as I walked past him. He was on his phone with Cassy again, laughing and joking. I put a little bit of swing into my walk so he might not care to look at me. The hijab and female uniform helped in him not caring for any hotel personnel walking by. The secrecy of it sent a shiver of excitement through my body and I let my hips bounce with every step until I almost slipped out of my white slippers and stumbled. I caught myself in the last second and hurried along my path not looking back at Boby in case he was watching.

After the pool came the gardens and a small brick path that led to the fenced off staff quarters. I got to the gate with a security camera overhead and lowered my gaze so they couldn't quite see who I was. I swiped the keycard and the sound of the electric lock opening sent another shiver through me. I quickly pushed the fence gate open and walked through following the winding brick path to a row of single story barracks. They were nowhere near as fancy as the guest parts of the hotel. Functional off white huts with metal roofs and rows of doors leading to the staff rooms.

I counted the barracks and turned on the second way to the left as the note told me. A few doors down the building I saw the number 147b on one of the doors and stopped my heart pounding loud in my chest. The sound of a TV came through the thin plywood door that was in front of me. I took a deep breath and gently knocked on the door. The sound of the TV stopped and there was some shuffling and then the door was unlocked and opened. The smell of food and old sweat hit me and there stood Mohammed in some boxers and a stained white undershirt hairy all over like a chimp wearing human clothes. He smiled broadly through his mustache and waved me inside.

"Ah Joe! You found it." He chuckled and shoved me in by the shoulder closing and locking the door behind me. The room was small and contained a small couch with a tiny TV set on the opposite wall. A little kitchen in the corner and a table with two chairs. Apart from a little bathroom to the side there was an equally small second room with a single unmade bed and a cupboard.

As I took in the rather sad scenery I felt like a cheap whore walking from one suitor to the next. Realizing that I didn't even take money for my services made me ashamed even more but that only hardened my dick further instead of making me run away. Mohammed walked around his rooms carefully pulling the blinds shut on all of the windows making sure they were blocked and completely covered. He seemed more nervous than on the days before.

"More cameras here. More people. Have to be more careful!" He said smiling briefly when I looked at him while standing there in my uniform. "Ahmed made any trouble?" He added looking concerned.

I **** a smile and shook my head gulping down my shame.

"No, no everything is fine. He gave me the clothes and everything." I tugged on the hijab nervously. Mohammed stepped closer to me looking me up and down and laying his thick hairy paw on my cheek and gently caressing it.

"You sure?" He said looking me deep in the eyes with his dark fatherly eyes.

"Yes. Yes. Sure, all is good!" I hastily said again while blushing. I was not sure if Mohammed would care or suspect that Ahmed took advantage of me and he sure could have guessed from my blush but he just smiled and patted me on the cheek.

"Good! Good!" He said taking a step back looking at me again in my girl dress. It was not particularly sexy but nevertheless gave my whole appearance a different vibe than what Mohammed was used to. "You like flower now. Almost real girl." Mohammed licked his lips clearly entranced by my appearance more than I would have expected. It made me blush more and I gave a little curtsy saying "Thank you, Syid!" once again.

Mohammed gurgled with glee and circled me in the small room. Then he rummaged around in a bag and pulled out a bottle of perfume. He sprayed it at me from all sides and laughed. A heavy female rose scent hit my nose as the perfume engulfed me.

"It's the one my wife wears. Makes you even more beautiful." He took a step closer inhaling deeply and closing his eyes. Mohammed seemed so happy playing out his fantasies with me like a little school boy opening Christmas presents. My dick ached with longing seeing Mohammed so happy circling me. He grabbed into his bag again and came out with some elaborate female slippers which were white and pink and embroidered with pointy toes like straight out of 'One Thousand and One Nights'.

"No trousers, but these. Put them on!" He instructed me handing me the slippers. I removed the cheap plastic ones and also shoved down the white polyester trousers so I was just wearing the dress and hijab with nothing underneath. Then I slipped on the fancy female slippers which were a bit tight but I managed to get into them. I smiled at Mohammed giving another little curtsy and he clapped together his meaty hands and laughed. He turned towards the TV briefly and switched to a channel playing Arabian music and turned the volume up.

"Now dance for me little flower" Mohammed said cheerfully circling me and starting to clap. I was slightly embarrassed as I didn't know how I should move but I briefly glimpsed at the female dancers on the TV and then slowly and carefully tried to mimic them shaking my hips and stepping around in a circle in my new shoes. I blushed and Mohammed joined in dancing touching me here and there on my ass and hips and arms. Circling together with me flicking up my dress a little. This went on for some time and I slowly got into the rhythm of this strange music and in a kind of gleeful trance while Mohammed watched my agile young body move around.

When he couldn't hold back any longer he pulled me close into his strong arms and inhaled another deep breath of my perfume then he bent forward and pressed his lips onto my mouth his thick mustache rough against my smooth skin. He pushed his tongue between my lips and I pushed back and our tongues continued the dance while his thick hairy arms crushed me against his warm body.

"Joe you little flower. You make me feel young again." Mohammed panted as he briefly let go of me. I blushed and adjusted my hijab not knowing what I should say or expect of him. "Today I make you second wife!" Mohammed proclaimed and pushed me into the other room with the single bed forcing his lips onto mine again as he walked me backwards. I was unable to react or protest, my heart just jumped with excitement.

With another shove from Mohammed I lost balance and had to sit down on his bed. He chuckled at my clumsy fall and started to pull off his stained shirt revealing his full hairy chest and belly. I could see his boxers already pitching a tent with a wet stain at the tip right in front of me.

"Be a good wife little flower!" Mohammed whispered moving his junk in my direction. Licking my lips I pulled on the hem of his shorts letting them drop to the floor revealing the full ape in front of me. He shuffled closer and I started sucking him off like the days before. It felt strange having a second different cock in my mouth just minutes apart from Ahmed before. Flashbacks to our first encounter the night they both **** my mouth came to me, making my dick hurt underneath my dress. Mohammed let me suck and lick and play with his hairy balls for several minutes while humming to himself and grinning down to me, adjusting my hijab here and there, petting me, inhaling deep breaths of the perfume I wore.

Then Mohammed pulled back and shoved me on the shoulders gently making me lay down on his dirty sheets while he rummaged at his nightstand taking a bottle with some Arabic writing on it. He towered over me, dripping out some clear oily liquid and massaged it onto his hard shaft until it glistened all over and his hairy pubes where shiny and matted down completely.

"Turn around little flower, I make you a woman." He whispered and with a gasped moan I followed his instructions and got on all fours on his bed. Mohammed knelt behind me and with his sticky oily hands he caressed my dress leaving stains in the form of handprints on my ass. Licking his lips he slowly curled up the fabric revealing my pale tender legs.

He groaned satisfied and continued to shove the dress up and over my pale bare ass. He started to caress my bare flesh and dripped more of his oil onto my butt, massaging it until it to was wet and shiny.

"You my wife now, flower!" Mohammed mumbled positioning himself behind me while my dick jumped with lust when he said it.

"Yes, Syid!" I burst out moaning feeling his fat cockhead pushing against my entrance. I arched my back helping my old Arab friend to get in more easily and with all the oil between us his fat cock slipped into my anus with more ease than expected. Mohammed seemed surprised as well as he moaned out and twitched, pulling back a little, overwhelmed with the sensation of my asshole around his mushroom head.

"So tight, like little girl" Mohammed squealed in delight pushing forward again, this time shoving his cock inside me past my sphincter until it got sucked into my hot insides. We both howled out in pleasure and again Mohammed pulled out and moved in again trying to find a rhythm. He grabbed both of my hips and picked up a pace of long hard thrusts pulling out all the way and noisily shoving his fat thick shaft back inside of me until his hanging hairy balls bounced against mine. I rolled back my eyes, seeing sparkles in my head as my knees and arms trembled. I could feel his weight pushing me into the sweaty filthy bedsheets where I could still smell his oily body moaning into the mattress. He continued to pound me for who knows how long until we both were sweaty again. In between he pulled out and paused a few moments edging himself to not cum right away. For a man his age he had quite the stamina but finally his movements became more rugged and he seemed to get tired.

Then he pulled out once more, shoved me to the side and collapsed onto his bed rolling over on the back, panting. I looked at his sweaty face and he just grunted.

"You finish me off little flower!" Mohammed commanded and I nodded and wanted to bend down to suck him to his climax. He stopped me midway holding my chin.

"No, No. You ride on top little flower."

I nodded again and pushed my leg over his massive body to mount Mohammed. He lifted my dress up to my breast and started to twirl my hard nipples while I adjusted my ass above his towering wet mast. Reaching down behind me with one hand I grabbed Mohammed's cock and aligned it with my stretched asshole again. When I let my body sink down on his lap his cock entered me with ease sending another wave of pleasure through me as his shaft glided past my prostate. Being in control of the movements was a whole different experience and I started to ride Mohammed guiding him in and out of me while my own wet hard dick rubbed against his hairy belly. I started to moan louder as before again and Mohammed joined in while grabbing my ass and my nipples and caressing my naked body under the lifted up dress.

"Good little flower!" Mohammed grunted and I felt my orgasm rising inside me as my dick continued to rub into the already wet belly fold of my hot older friend. I was afraid that he might find it disgusting if I just came onto him so I tried to slow down maybe think of getting into another position but Mohammed seemed close too and he grabbed my ass hard and pulled me onto his cock.

"Syid! Please stop. I can't hold back anymore!" I whined out in a high pitched voice but Mohammed just ignored me and continued to hold my hips in his large paws guiding my movement on his pulsating thick cock. I rolled back my eyes, trembling, feeling a very big orgasm welling up, making my body tense up. Mohammed moaned out too not caring so I too stopped to hold back and my dick just exploded shooting sprays of white cum out over Mohammed's hairy belly and chest.

The first rope surprised Mohammed as he stared at me wide eyed my dick twitching and spraying hot juices over him. The second rope draw a long white slimy line over his chest and hit him right in his face. More as an instinct he removed his hand from my hip and slapped me hard in the face.

"Filthy dog!" He shouted at me and the sudden **** surprised me too making my sphincter clench hard on Mohammed's shaft deep inside my ass. That was enough to send him over the edge too and the shout ended in a drawn out long gurgling moan as he started to twitch and fill me up with his thick slimy seed.

We continued to both cum long and hard shooting more and more cum for several seconds. I covered his belly and breast in a spray of my own juices while he bred my asshole. When Mohammed was finally finished I didn't dare to move, my cheek still burning from his sudden hard slap. He looked stern down on himself and at my cum all over his sweaty hairy body. Then he looked up into my eyes again.

"I am sorry Syid." I said but then his gaze softened and he chuckled again. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down onto his hairy chest.

"Go ahead flower. Clean up your mess!" He said and I started to lick off my cum from his chest and belly. With his shrinking dick still inside my ass his thick seed slowly seeping towards my backdoor it took me several minutes of licking and swallowing to cover his massive body and remove all of my cum. When I pulled off of him I could feel his cum leaking out of me and onto Mohammeds oily junk. He breathed gently petting my head letting me work on him. When I finished with his belly and chest and face he guided me towards his junk so I continued to lick up his semen too. The tase and texture changed as I got to his thick slime and it made me almost hard again right away.

When I was finally finished with my mouth all sticky and filthy I looked up at him and Mohammed had already dozed off. I crawled off of him and he briefly woke up mumbling.

"Go home now little flower." And continued his nap.

I gathered my stuff, put back my pants and slippers and took the nice slippers and the perfume with me, then silently headed back to my real life as a normal hotel guest.