I've only been assigned 3 months as a Petroleum Engineer at the American- Canadian Oil Company in Saudi Arabia when I got a call to meet with the General Manager in his office. Inside an airconditioned space age office and behind a huge mahogany desk sat Steve Lund, a Canadian man in his early 50's with more than 30 years experience in the oil industry. He was chewing on a pipe, his silvery white beard yellow with years of nicotine deposit."Sam"he announced in his lazy Calgary drawl"You and me will be taking a trip to the desert this afternoon to visit some tribesmen"He looked at me to see any reaction, but I just nodded."It seems"he continued"that we have to use some PR to convince these people that the drilling we will be doing on their land is for their own benefit and since you speak Arabic,I decided to take you with me and see how we can charm the fuck outta these guys."
At 2pm after a heavy lunch, Steve and I were racing in his Toyota Landcruiser on one of Saudi's ultramodern US-style highways. Two hours later, we were on a dusty desert road on our way to the village of Rijal where the chief of the local tribe, Khalifa was waiting for us.
The village consisted of maybe 3 dozen ground level limestone villas,an oasis of palm and olive trees and a small man-made lake around which a few women were chatting and laughing sitting on rocks and dangling their feet in the water. The chief's majlis or reception was a huge red and black tent built on sturdy poles. We were greeted by 2 wiry bodyguards in traditional white Arab flowing robes and led inside.The tent's interior was a vision out of the Arabian Nights.It had gold and black cushions strewn all around it,its walls were covered with expensive oil paintings of purebred Arabian stallions and camels.In the middle, on a gold and silver coal burner a man was preparing cardamom coffee.At the end of the tent facing us sitting on an elevated carved chair sat who I presumed to be Khalifa the chief.He was a handsome man in his early 30's,fair complexioned with a close trimmed beard fitting his strong cheeks and jaw like a helmet."Welcome gentlemen"He smiled and stood up extending a big hairy hand. He was maybe 5'9 and 160 pounds of pure wiry lean muscle.His huge black eyes were strong as an eagle's on top of a big Semitic nose. The next hour was spent around a stuffed grilled goat dinner where Steve explained the situation to Khalifa,who being a graduate of Boston University spoke English as fluently as a native.All through lunch,Khalifa's eyes rarely strayed from me,he was watching me with pure fascination and lust too I imagined.As we were about to leave, Khalifa suggested that I stayed overnight for him to show me the place after I complimented him on the beauty of his village.
Khalifa took me by the hand to another tent just behind the one were in.There was an ivory bed covered with silk sheets and camelskin blankets. The moment we were in, Khalifa dropped to the ground ,hungrily opened my zipper and took my already hard cock in his mouth"Man,I've missed that so much"He said between wet sucks.We soon were on his bed,naked and heaving.Khalifa had his tongue inside my cheesy foreskin licking on the butter-thick smegma I managed to collect from 3 days of not washing.He then proceeded to dock his 7" of Arab meat inside my skin.I cried in pain since his mushroom head nearly ripped my foreskin,we were rubbing cockheads, the stink of my cheesy meat mixing with his the slimy precum of his dark cock.He then lay on his back stretching and smiling at me.He had the hairiest body I had ever seen.Thick fur covered his skinny wiry body from head to toes.I bent over his size 12 feet ,smelling the sweaty aroma of his long meaty masculine toes,I cleaned the crud between them sniffing the funk .I was a huge foot fetishist and he had perfectly shaped feet.I then frenched him making him taste his own footstink,he licked at his lips like a hungry cat.He seemed fascinated with my blond mustache and beard licking and salivating at them profusely.He was one hot fuck."Bend over"he told me" And lift your ass man". I was on all fours exposing my furry fuckhole ."It's not too clean"I warned him"watch out for those dingleberries."His tongue was already up my bunghole probing deep licking at the shitty cruds of my asswalls and at the shit caked in my asshairs."Tastes like shit"he sighed"just the way I like it". We kissed again his mouth tasting like the sewer my crapper must have been.Tongues wrestled in filth."Wanna fuck this Arab hole?"He said lifting his ape-hairy legs opening a nearly black hole and exposing exquisite pink asslips"Slowly,been a while since this fuckhole has been plowed". I had an average 6" cock which stood hard as steel ready to rape Khalifa's ass. I plunged hard, feeling the turds in his ass ...
