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Chapter 8: Day +3; Flight EK 503; Approaching Dubai, UAE; 23h34.

Steam billowed out of the shower stall in the First Class section as Willow
sluiced off the human sweat and sexual juices that had gathered stickily on
her body after two hours of serious gang-banging. As with all her flights;
from Bangkok to Calcutta, and then to Mumbai-Bombay, and now from
Mumbai-Bombay to Dubai, she had fucked her way across South Asia, frolicking
with each and every passenger aboard these decadent flights of sensual
fancy.

{Tee hee…in the last 24 hours, I must have, like, at least, fucked 700
people !}

The plane would be coming to land in Dubai within half an hour and she
needed to be ready to make the necessary connecting flight.

{I wonder how I am going to get past the transit area of a country like
Dubai} she worried, her slender thighs trembling at the thought.

<Look in your backpack.>

{Mmmm.. I better look to see if there isn’t a more suitable garment than the
short shorts and the tank top which I’ve been wearing.} After drying herself
off, she maneuvered herself across the aisle and rummaged in her rucksack.
Her hands felt the thick folds of what looked like a folded bundle of white
linen. Untying the knot which bound this soft white bundle, she quickly
unrolled it and held it up to the light.

{I wonder what this is ?} she mused, gazing at the double "sheet". It
reminded her of the white sheet she used to wear as a child at Halloween,
with two crudely ripped holes in it for her eyes. This garment was far more
elegant than that makeshift costume. It looked like a large long sleeved
caftan with a hood which left just her eyes bare. Naked from the shower, she
pulled it over her head and adjusted it so she would be able to see through
the eyeholes. It covered her from head to foot.

{It fits me perfectly !} she thought, surprised at how it clung to her like
a well-worn glove. The garment was fairly thick so it covered  and smoothed
out the curves of her body.
 It was impossible to tell that there was a woman under the tent of her
one-piece chador. She slipped on her sneakers and socks and went back to her
seat. She giggled {It feels like I’m wearing a particularly well-fitting
sack !} Reassured that she was well-prepared for her encounter with any
Islamic authorities, and doubtful that her body would be so foolish as to
betray her in such dangerous circumstances, she settled back into her seat.
Her neighbour was quite surprised to see a covered woman return to the seat
which had been previously occupied by a ravishing nubile nymphet. He had
only just recovered from the seriously good rogering she had afforded him,
and sighed with contentment. Unbeknown to him the architecture of his entire
system was being speedily reformatted by the alien cells which had traveled
down his cock by means of the feeder tube which had emerged from the
cavernous depths of her fundament.

Willow felt a nervous tickle in her stomach as she approached the two stern
looking Arab customs officials. As she handed them her passport, she felt a
quiver of fear that something would happen. The officer gazed at her
passport and the visa, and then quizzically at her face.

[You are traveling alone Miss Jones ?]

<You are unmarried. You have your brother waiting for you in Zurich which is
your next destination.>

{I am rejoining my brother in Zurich. He had some business to take care of
in India.}

[I presume from your chador that you are a Moslem, yes ?]

{Yes}

[It is most unusual for a Moslem woman to travel on her own.] his quizzical
expression almost caused his bushy eyebrows to meet in the middle of his
forehead. [Most unusual..] his thought trailed off.

He asked her to open her bag which she did. [She has the most beautifully
elegant hands and delicately long-stemmed fingers I have ever seen in my
life.] he thought. He could see that her fingernails were unvarnished as
befitted a modest woman. He rummaged through her bag, finding nothing of
interest. Looking up he found himself staring into the most perfectly blue
baby-round eyes he had ever  seen, bracketed by the most delicately drawn
eyebrows. For a few seconds he was mesmerised by their haunting beauty.

{Excuse me, Sir, is that all ?}

[Mm..hmph, yes } he grunted as he snapped out of his reverie. Stamping her
passport he sent her on her way.

 Her eyes closed with relief as she moved towards the transit lounge.
Noticing the time on the large digital clock below the rapidly changing
flight schedule board, she realised that it would be a good ten hours before
her flight to Zurich would be called.

{I really wonder why I am on this wild zig-zag goosechase across the world.
I just want to get home to the states.}

She looked around. There was not much to do except to eat, but she felt no
hunger. The bookstore was unprepossessing and she idly paged through a
number of heavily censored magazines. {Sheesh ! This is like, so boooring !}
She passed some of the hours window-shopping at the duty-free boutiques, but
nothing much there captured her interest. Then she sat in the coffee shop
pretending to drink coffee, while she watched CNN news. The headlines were
not particularly interesting:

"Revitalisation of the IMF"
"Collapse of Venezuela government"
"Record US Corporate profits"
"Chinese crackdown in Guangdong Province"

A uniformed Arab man came and sat three seats away from her in the otherwise
deserted coffee shop. It was now 3h23 in the morning of Day +4. He seemed to
be some kind of security man who had just come off duty. He glanced at her a
little puzzledly, but then pretended to stare nonchalantly at the paper he
was carrying, avoiding her gaze.

Willow felt a little restless, in fact a little antzy. {Hmm..I actually
could use a drink, but nothing like coffee yeuch.} the usual refreshments
repulsed her. She found herself gazing idly at the Arab’s crotch, or rather
where it was hidden in the thick clothe of his fatigues. She felt a sudden
tickle in her throat, and a powerful thirst infected her senses. {I must be
crazy !} she thought, bewildered. {I have neither felt the need to eat or
drink till now. But now all I can think of is this crazy thirst for this guy
’s cum that has come out of nowhere.} Her eyes remained riveted to his
crotch pulled there by the incredible dryness in her throat, a dryness that
could only be assuaged by one thing. She eyed it feverishly as though it was
an oasis in the Sahara, and her thirst grew even more insistent.

{Okay, I need to get a grip. Like, how can I do this without getting stoned.
Shit ! this is a frigging nightmare.}

She felt herself faint with thirst and took a deep breathe.

Then Willow took over. In flawless Arabic she requested: {Sir, would you
mind if I looked at your newspaper ? I am waiting for my brother and he has
been gone for a long time.} The man stood up and moved towards her. He
reached across the table and handed her the newspaper. Her hand touched his
lightly as she took it, the small smear of  her sweat rubbing onto the edge
of his hand. He found himself staring into the two most beautiful eyes in
creation, a warm intelligence sparkling behind them. [It is my pleasure, Mrs
?]

{Jones, kind sir} she answered with a warm caressing gleam in her eyes.
Suddenly he sat down heavily in the chair next to her, his body strangely
inert, as a calmness spread through his senses. She continued to hold his
now dazed gaze and to look him in the eye.

{How nice of you to join me} she said coquettishly, reaching under the table
to rest her free hand on his crotch. {Lets go somewhere more…reserved} she
breathed huskily. Nodding dumbly he rose heavily and stumbled towards the
men’s bathroom. So as not to alert the coffee vendor or the man busy
vacuuming the transit hall, she waited a few minutes before she followed.

{Well, this is a way to kill time !} she thought brightly as she followed
her prey to his corner, but the thirst banished all thought to the corners
of her mind as she walked relentlessly to her rendevous with her phallic
oasis like a parched desert traveler at the end of her journey stumbling
towards the last well in a desolate desert.

She found him waiting for her in the bathroom. The fluorescent lights
gleamed off the bright white tiles. She could see the rings under his eyes.
He gazed at her in a resigned bemusement. He was putty in her hands now. She
steered him towards one of the cubicles and locked the door behind him.

Then she pulled her chador off over her head and stood there completely
naked except for her socks and sneakers, and the chain around her neck. His
eyes widened as he beheld this nubile goddess in all her willowy, tautly
voluptuous perfection, the tresses of her strawberry blonde hair falling
below her delicately rounded shoulders, the delicate tracery of her fine
collar bones peeping from beneath her flawless, smooth, peachy cream
complexion.

She wasted no time in undoing his trousers and sliding them to his feet,
like a mother with her little boy. She also deftly unbuttoned his khaki
shirt, exposing his hairy belly to her gaze.

His cock lolled limply against his thigh. As she knelt she noticed that his
cock was cut. Her elegant hands gently parted his thighs as her head dipped
towards the head of his cock, the sheathe of her hair sweeping lightly
across his hairy thighs. She smoothed her hair over one ear to keep it out
of the way.

Using just her tongue tip she drew wet lines up and down the surface of his
cock, hesitating only to lick around the head in quick, delicate, lightening
swirls and twirls as his organ began to slowly inflate. The thin slender tip
of her tongue interrogated the entrance to his urethra, moistening and
dilating his tip as her tongue tip slid into the head of his penis, gently
teasing the inner flesh of his plumed cock-head. He moaned, his eyes rolling
into the back of his head as this houri worked assiduously and masterfully
on his tool of pleasure.

She could see his cock inflating, as it grew thicker and more resilient.
While he was still semi-hard, her lips eased over his burgeoning cockhead
and she tasted his maleness in her mouth and on her tongue. To her senses
this imparted a heady flavour and she could feel her quim oils sheening
their way down her inner surfaces and out of the prominent clam-like lips of
her salmon pink vulva, turning, already, into a dusky shade of vermillion,
and drip-drip dripping onto the tiled white floor of a male bathroom stall
in the main airport in Dubai.

She could feel her pussy lips flexing and stretching waving like seaweed in
their voluptuous agitation, as her muscular mouth slid; finally, down the
length of the prick of her Arabian stallion, absorbing him down the
barrel-sleeve tongue of her sensual oral maw designed specifically by the
architecture of the alien cells within her for the very purpose of oral
sexual pleasure. She absorbed his thick length effortlessly, feeling,
tasting, thick, male meat in her mouth, savouring its fullness, its taste,
feeling the enormity of it in her mouth, filling her, as her lips came to
rest at its base, his pubic hair tickling her cheeks hollowed out in the
delicious effort of sucking him.

He whimpered and squealed, feeling the end of his cock imbed itself in the
tenderly abrasive cavity of her "throat" as her tongue went to work on his
sensitised and inflamed flesh. Pausing just for a moment, she drew her mouth
up his stem and proceeded to fellate him steadily, gently and vigorously,
with long languorous up-and-down strokes, swaying her head to and fro like a
cobra in the grip of some snake-charmer’s music which only she could hear.

In desperation he clutched the full gourds of her rounded breasts, the
already-hardened nipples rubbing like bullet shaped ingots against his
palms. He squeezed her tits frantically in his delirium. Her pussy had now
unfurled as her anal knot clenched and unclenched like a spastic starfish,
as she could feel herself building towards her first orgasm, the heavy
muskiness of her arousal filling the bathroom like a head-lightening aroma.
The taste of his heavy maleness filled her senses as she mouthed his turgid
organ reveling in its capacity to provide an erotic challenge to her mouth
and tongue. The Arab gentleman could hear her muffled squeak in his mind as
her first orgasm popped in her pussy, radiating its delicate spikes of
pleasure throughout her system. Her body convulsed pulling him deeper into
her mouth.

As it did so, his buttocks lifted clear off the toilet seat providing her
with the opportunity to deftly insert a long elegant finger into the knot of
his anus. Too her surprise it gave way quite easily.

{Hmmm..he’s had something up here before !} she thought, giggling to
herself.

Soon this finger was joined by another and she proceeded to stimulate his
inner gland. He sighed and squealed  and gasped, sinking down deeper onto
her hand, while thrusting his hips towards her mouth. Sweat had begun to
streak his rotund belly. It spread to Willow’s delicate brow every time her
forehead smacked and rubbed against his paunch on each of her downward
strokes. As she swiveled heavenward on her upward stroke her forehead
gleamed with his sweat in the bright light of the bathroom fluorescents. His
thighs would strain off the seat in an attempt to maintain contact with that
humid gyrating pulsating rippling muscular kneading sleeve that had only a
moment before engulfed and spectacularly caressed his entire member.

This would be to no avail, as Willow would withdraw her mouth to a distance
sufficient to prevent this, holding just the head of him inside her
compressing lips, the inside of her lips swiveling and swirling against his
flesh while the slender tip of her tongue, shrinking to the narrowness of a
snake’s tongue, would teasingly, heartbreakingly, caress the inner surfaces
of his cockflesh, darting in and out of his widening peehole.
Then her mouth would once again slide down his cock, the ridges, ribbons and
swirling nodules of her tongue sleeve buzzing and rotating furiously as her
tongue barrel enclosed him in a heavily kneading vacuum-packed tightness.

In no time, he was going out of his mind, his thighs and buttocks hammering
up and down on the toilet seat, particularly as Willow’s saliva was being
absorbed down his urethra, gently dilating it, and also being absorbed into
the surface of his cock. The nerve-agent therein was exponentially
increasing his sensual receptivity and building his pleasure to an
eye-popping crescendo.

In his ass the nerve agent exuding from the pads of her fingers were easing
his tissues and creating a comfortable environment for her fingers to
massage without him starting to ache. This also served to increase the
creation of fluid in his prostate gland causing it to swell to a larger mass
than he had hitherto experienced. She could feel her fingers become trapped
against the rear wall of his back-passage as his inner organ swelled to fill
his rectum. Nevertheless her fingers pressed firmly back, convinced that it
would swell to even greater proportions.

She was correct. His trembling organ inflated even further as his prostate
gland ballooned drawn upwards and outwards into his rear passage by the
sensations her mouth was creating on his penis. Such was the extent to which
fluid was filling this inner organ, that he began to leak this clear fluid
into her mouth while her fingers pressed down, rubbing tenderly, now
vigorously, on the gland, the pressure forcing a trickle of the fluid up his
engorged cock and into her mouth. He experienced orgasm after orgasm without
ejaculating due to her careful ministrations building the fluid and the cum
inside him in anticipation of the great fury that was to come.

Willow was teetering on the brink of a big climactic pop, as his fluid
entered her mouth. Tasting him sent her up onto that threshold as a
particularly intense cum detonated deep within her pelvic girdle moving in
shuddering waves throughout the length of her body, causing her breasts to
shake, the nipples to strain and her chin to tremble as she clamped down
with her mouth for something to hold onto as the orgasmic waves resonated
back and forth within her quivering frame, her free hand clutching his hairy
thick thigh convulsively, her eyelids flickering and eyeballs rolling.

A dollop of her essence, a thicker cream this time, than the oil of her
pussy lubrication, was expelled out from between her turgid lips, and
spattered out, slid down the inside of her athletic thighs like  clotted
gel. Her muskiness grew even heavier with this expulsion from her pussy and
her pungent scent filled the bathroom like an almost visible miasma with an
aroma of sensual heat and pervasive sexual rut.

With her free hand she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt.

Taking this crême de la cum as it slid down her tapering thighs towards her
knees which were planted firmly on the floor; she first coated his nipples
with it, and then coated his testicles, saving some for his anal passage.
Her ejaculate went to work like a slow burning fuse, raising his nipples
which were quite nondescript, into thick hard-point nubbins in which such
erotic sensation flooded that it caused his cock to swell even further. His
balls coated in the thick gleaming gel swelled to greater dimensions as the
unguent increased semen production by a large factor. In his anus the
prostate gland, already encouraged by the nerve-agents from her fingertips,
increased fluid production and thickened it slightly into a creamier fluid.
This flooded her sucking mouth which was draining him gently but firmly -
starting to quench that great thirst which had seemingly flowered within
her, out of nowhere.

Her delicate shoulders were trembling.

As Willow’s body vibrated in an ague of sensation, her hand with its two
fingers imbedded within him clenched convulsively, the little finger
spasming, her fingers inside him contracting towards her palm, and her thumb
whiplashing against his hard and prominent perineum, grinding against it in
a paroxysm of convulsing pleasure.

This was enough to pull him over the edge.

He stared wide-eyed, not even feeling the feeder tube that had awaited this
moment, and had flicked out from the cul-de-sac at the back of her throat
and down the dilated pipette of his narrow urethra.

As he came the thick fluid pumping from his balls and gland surged around
this tube. Compressed as it was between the tube and erect cockflesh, which
in turn was compressed by her mouth and tongue which had slickly engulfed
the entire length of his member at this ripe moment, his sensations were
amplified exponentially. The volcanic effect of this caused him to release
the gourds of her breasts which he had been clutching furiously and to jam
his hands onto Willow’s delicate and refined head, jamming her head against
his groin as his body lifted clear off the seat, seemingly attempting the
impossible task of trying to merge with the mouth that had caused it such
deliciously unparalleled sexual sensation. She could see the muscles of his
neck taut and straining, a wide grimace of transcendent bliss affixed to his
face, his eyes staring into eternity.

With her nose and face jammed into the steaming lubricity of his pubis,
soaked, in her oily saliva, Willow used the delicate pads of the finger tips
of her free hand, no longer attached to his levitating thigh, to sensitively
massage the critical areas of his testicles and seminal vesicles through the
heated skin of his tight scrotum. Her fingers in his ass compressed all
surfaces of his gland pushing the fluid out through his cock, the knuckles
at the base of her fingers swiveling inside his anal knot in a way that blew
the nerve-ends of his sphincter into an incandescent fury of  melting sexual
stimulation.

Willow wanted every last drop she could get, and these systemic
ministrations succeeded in emptying him out, as his final orgasm blew his
mind and detonated deep within him, melting his insides in the sweet fury of
an uncontrollably flooding storm of erotic sensation. All his senses were
uprooted and thrown into a whirlwind of unearthly sensual pleasure, as the
overwhelming clouds and rain flooded his neural network.

Willow could feel the fermented liquid fruits of his loins flooding her
mouth as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed like a thirst-crazed
woman on erotic crack-cocaine, her throat pulling and convulsing on his
swollen prick again and again and again, inflaming his cock, till he
screamed with the painful pleasure of  it. His sensations ricocheted off her
pleasure sensors and her resultant orgasm combined with the sensations in
her pussy and in her mouth of full hard bursting cock melted her neural net
and threw it in a million fragments against the boundaries  her body,
leaving her a spasmodically quivering entity of sheer unadulterated sexual
sensation and bliss. She no longer felt as though she existed as a body with
a mind. She was a spark of incandescent orgasmic energy, a nebula of erotic
nirvana.

Her pussy convulsed in seismic orgasm radiating out waves and waves of sheer
joy echoing off the pleasure radiating from her mouth and torso. She had not
touched her pussy once during this encounter.

Eventually their spasmodically frenzied bodies came to rest: he slumped on
his back, his head resting against the wall; Willow with her head resting
against his groin, unwilling to let go as she gently sipped the last of his
cum from his spent sexual organs. Pulling her mouth off his penis, she
noticed that the spermatic flood inside her oral cavity had burst the banks
of her lips, tight as they were, spilling some flecks of cum on her lips.
Her slender tongue daintily licked these last remnants off her lips, as she
swallowed once more.

The feeder tube had long since disappeared back down her throat, but as it
had withdrawn it had left a glob of cum in his cockhead. Willow, sensing
that she had not quite drained him completely of his essence; gently
squeezed his cockhead with the soft pads of the dainty tips of her slender
forefinger and thumb, squeezing the splooge to the tip of his urethra where
her elegantly shaped tongue delicately licked it up. Now he was completely
drained, and she withdrew her fingers from his ass. Resting her hand on his
thighs, she smiled up at him, her chin, high cheek bones, and lips wet with
the thin oil of her saliva.

{Did you enjoy that my sweet ?} she asked coquettishly, a broad grin on her
face.

<Unblock sensor screen>

Suddenly Willow felt thick hair against her thighs, and the muscular thighs
of another man between hers’, resting against her silky smooth skin. Looking
down she saw rough hands materialising out of thin air. They were cupping
her breasts convulsively, kneading the well-endowed firm round flesh. She
could feel a male stomach and chest against the shimmeringly smooth fall of
her back and the hot breathe of a man against her dainty earlobe, his tongue
exploring its delicate whorls. She turned her head in astonishment, her
round blue eyes widening even further and found herself face to face with
the gaze of a man in deep erotic trance.

The cause of his erotic reverie was the fact that the barrel of her rectum
and the knotted mouth of her anus clutched fiercely at his organ which was
buried therein to the hilt. Gazing down the man could see where the crater
rim of her bum clutched him like a baby sucking at the long thick teat of
his erection which distended it markedly, the flesh of her rim buging out
around the cylinder in its firmly muscular grip. Concentrating on this
edifying sight, he could see  her rim pulsating in and out like the mouth of
a goldfish as it sucked remorselessly on his as its bulk nestled deep within
her warmly accommodating cul.

She had immediately felt the fullness of the thick slug in her bottom, felt
as though she wanted to defecate; but, as with her mouth, she could actually
taste the cockflesh imbedded in her posterior. She loved the distended
fullness it imparted to her senses, reveling in the heat radiating out from
the dank, humid boiler-room of her sensually alive fundament.

He looked up at her again, an ague of desire scrawling across his grimacing
features. She could now hear the wet slap slap slap of his hairy thighs
against the rounded marble orbs of her exquisite rump, as she sucked him
into the hilt and then allowed him to withdraw, jealously keeping a tight
humming, swirling grip on his cockhead as her sphincter went to work on his
glans in such a way that it sent bolts of sensation up his cock and into his
groin, causing his body to tremble in a palsied fever of pre-eruptive joy.

Her mouth came up to capture his, and her soft full lips kissed him, her
tongue searching in his mouth, caressing him. The nerve-agent in her mouth
complemented that in her bum, as her sensor array could feel his gland and
testicles expanding. The man in her rear felt as though his cock was
imbedded in a the core of a wet velvet volcano as her bum exerted more
pressure per square nano-meter than any of her other orifices. The tightness
was unbearable and he could feel her power-tube rippling against his organ
as though it were a living animal, a hollow snake that had somehow devoured
him in one fell movement as his length slid in and out of her, or, rather,
was squeezed in and out of her bum.

The pleasure inflicted by her ass was designed to do so through the use of
heavy compression, wet heat, and heavier nodules and a rougher granulated
surface with wider rotating/compressing bands. The most intense clenching of
her ass would send sub-sonic vibrating pulses down into his groin which
would stimulate his gland and nerve-centres, building cum and prostate
fluid. Her clit-cock had already swiveled around, and traveled up along his
perineum. It’s head was buried deep inside him against his gland, where it
also served as an enhancing relay station to the vibrating pulses emanating
from her ass.

 As the rotating humming nodules of her rear canal went to work on his cock
and the ribbons rotated and clenched abrading his tender cockflesh, his
shaking body convulsed on the in-stroke and on the up-stroke. On the
upstroke her sphincter performed its manic dance on his swollen plumhead,
and on the downstroke she let him push back into her, her vulval lips
reaching out to draw his balls into the swollen mouth of her clam-like
vulval interior where they were marinaded in her heated pussy oils, before
being released on the out-stroke.

Her hands continued to rest on the seated Arab’s thighs while his colleague
plumbed her seismic depths, waves of thermal molten wetness exuding from her
crust as the mantle of her wet dank flesh enfolded him in its vise-like
embrace. The Arab in her butt was tiring but this did not worry her. Her
clit-cock in his bum together with the powerfully rippling  tractor-muscles
of her rear canal pulled him in and out of her, as his torso swayed back and
forth like a drunk test-crash dummy.

Her teeth having receded into the flat surfaces of her mouth on contact with
his flesh; her oral cavity then clamped around his tongue keeping him
upright. Her tongue had also infiltrated his mouth and was softly stroking
his soft palate mainlining nerve-agent straight into his brain. The
hallucinations he had felt remarkably real to him. He could see himself
floating in the air above a field of large puffy clouds deep in her embrace.

Opening her eyes she could see a queue of semitic-looking gentlemen waiting
patiently behind the one in her butt, presumably for their turn. She giggled
to herself.

{Well, like, it seems I’m the new "Ship of the Desert"…filled with Arab
semen ! Except I’ll have more than two humps …}

She could feel her cheeks dimple and her belly quiver with silent laughter.

Her body continued to smoothly pull and push the Arab, around whose cock her
ass had transfixed itself like a limpet, in and out of it. The deep
resonances of her subsonic pulses hummed within his testicles, his gland and
his rectum echoing off her clit-cock like a tuning fork. He (and she) could
feel his prostate swell to the point where his perineum actually bulged out
from underneath his testicles which had also swollen exponentially  in their
circumference. The vibrations deep in his groin lit up the pleasure centres
in his brain. He started to squeal and buck and moan, clutching at her tits
as thought those fleshy pommels would prevent him from bouncing off Willow’s
gyrating curvaceous body. There was no chance of that as Willow had him
smoothly under control in the palm of her hand.

A fevered expression came into his eyes as the "deliriums erotica" of
fucking a neo-Human infected his body; as Willow steadily pulled/pushed the
both of them  up the gentle curve towards the first series of orgasms which
would eventually culminate in their soul-shattering final ejaculations.

End of Part 15





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