Chapter 8
Naturally the entire incident was hushed up, since no one wished to arouse the wrath of the American people against Isak Ibn Musa. Almost all his oil was sold to the United States, though there were many other countries that would have willingly purchased it. Just as naturally, no one let Ibn Musa know Arlene was at the consulate, and the following day, with a new passport and some western clothing, she was flown back to the United States.
The airline was apprised of what had happened to her, and they gave her a bonus because of the terrible happenings. She learned Shelly Drane had been demoted to a domestic route, and still certain he was the one responsible for her predicament, she insisted on being a stewardess on any plane other than the one on which he had flown.
The truth came out some months later, when a letter smuggled out of the household of Isak Ibn Musa reached Arlene. It was from Francine, who explained how Arlene had been smuggled into the sheik's household in the first place-the same way as she, and by the same person, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, a bellboy at the hotel who had been found with his throat cut because he had refused to hand over some dinars to a robber.
Arlene felt as if a great load had been lifted from her. Now she felt bad, having silently accused Shelly of her kidnapping. She felt she had to apologize to the man, and the only way to do that was to meet with him and make love to him.
It wasn't that much later, less than a week, that she bumped into Shelly in the airline terminal. Both had just come back from flights across the country, landing at the airlines' home airport at Kennedy, in New York, and Shelly smiled, his face brightening immediately, glad to see she was not only alive, but well. He had been worried about her ever since her disappearance, and no one had bothered to enlighten him concerning her return.
"Good to see you," he said to her "I'm even happier to see you," she told him. "What ever happened to you?" he wanted to know.
"It's a long story," she replied. "Why don't you take me to your apartment, and I can tell it."
"Sure thing," Shelly nodded.
Forty minutes later they were in the bedroom of his apartment, and his hands removed her uniform jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. He skinned the blouse from her lovely body, then hurriedly removed her bra, as well. Bare to the waist, her white breasts jutted elegantly out. Her pink nipples were thick and swollen with passion, and she fidgeted with the waistband of her skirt, shoving it downward, along with her undies, peeling everything off quickly, then settling her naked behind on the edge of the bed. She seemed overwhelmed by her nakedness, and kicked her white legs up in the air, letting him see the scarred soles of her feet.
She told Shelly the whole story, and he sympathized with her, but his eyes continually wandered to her crotch, staring at her pink cunt and the soft skin around it. Her blonde hairs had not yet started to grow back in, and it was possible they never might. A flood of fiery blood charged into Shelly Drane's throbbing cock as he visualized what it would be like to fuck that lovely hairless box. He slid out of his own uniform and underwear, and his throbbing cock jumped out of its confinement, as thick, as long, and as rigid as a baseball bat.
Arlene leaned backward, propping herself up on her elbows, her long white legs forked and extended, inviting the man to sensuously slide between them. Her breasts were so aroused and taut, they seemed to strain upward as if trying to touch the bedroom ceiling.
Shelly walked over to her, letting his hands ride along the outsides of her legs while he gazed hypnotically at her fidgeting, hairless pussy. He fell to his knees, and his cock deftly descended between her thighs, sliding into the heated depths of her lubricated pussy. Her thighs clamped tightly around his waist, and then he straightened his legs, and Arlene thrilled to being speared on the end of his penis. He wiggled his hips from side to side and nailed his meaty organ into her seething depths. He continually pressured his pelvis against hers, holding his prong deeply embedded. The sensation of her soft and slippery pubic flesh rubbing against his pelvic hairs was driving him wild.
Arlene swung her torso forward and grabbed the man's arms, then she bounced and twisted againt him, her tight sheath roundly swirling around his throbbing shaft while her nipples continued to slam against his chest. Arlene panted and moaned huskily, straining her soft pelvis against his to accelerate the rush of her climax.
Shelly fell forward, pushing her deeper into his mattress, letting it envelop her. All the while the man continued driving his throbbing cock in and out of her while his fingers were plucking at her rigid nipples. The blonde woman squealed lustily and her pelvis was a flurry of movements as her orgasm came to her.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAA AAIIIIIIGGGGH-HHHH AAA AHHHH . . HHHH HAAA AARR RRRG GGGG HHHH HUUU UUNN NGGG GHHH HUUU UUGG GGGH HHHH HHHH!" she screeched, moving even more rapidly.
Moments later, Shelly exploded his own boiling semen into her body, and when it was over, he lay beside her, touching her, amazed at the change in her since he had last known her.
"The sheik taught me many things," Arlene explained. Tm not apologizing for the way I am. He was right about one thing, and that is, I'm a total sexual animal. I'm not sorry for it."
"Neither am I," Shelly told her. "I've always wanted a total sexual animal of my own. If it's all right with you, honey, from now on I intend hogging all your free time."
"I'll have to think on it," she told him, smiling, and then sitting up, she leaned forward and sucked his limp cock into her mouth, for the first time really feeling secure.