"The Hostages"

"The Hostages"

I think I knew what would happen from the moment we
became their hostages. It was only a matter of time.
My wife has such a sexy figure that I knew they
wouldn't be able to resist having her. As it happened,
it was actually two whole days before anything
happened. And you don't argue with these men. Looking
at the wrong end of an AK47 tends to shut you up.

You probably heard about us on the news. We were taken
hostage and they held us for ten days. They took us
from one of the main city streets, in broad daylight.
It was a classic drive-by k**napping. The car pulled
over beside us and two armed men bundled us both into
the back, then we drove off at high speed. For a while
I though they were secret police and that they would
let us go as soon as they realized they had just
arrested two innocent tourists. But when we were
blindfolded in the car so we couldn't see where we
were going, I began to realize that these guys were
not on the side of the law.

They took our blindfolds off when they had got us into
our prison room and had chained us. I was shackled to
a radiator on one side of the room and my wife was
handcuffed to a big iron bed on the other side. She
could lie on the bed, or sit on it. I had a mattress
to lie on. In the center of the room was a plain
wooden table and two chairs.

Our guards were all Arabs, or Arabic looking anyway.
The two we saw the most were Sherif and Ahmed. Sherif
was tall, about 30 I suppose, and grinned a lot. He
spoke reasonably good English, but with a strong
accent. Ahmed was younger, maybe 25 or so, very
muscular, and spoke only Arabic. Sherif was the boss
man: Ahmed did as he was told.

The food was, amazingly, very good. There seemed to be
a top class restaurant nearby and they were bringing
food in for us. Then they would unchain my wife and
invite her to sit at the table to eat. I was not given
this privilege and ate my meals from a plate on the
floor.

The toilet was at the end of the corridor. If we
asked, they would take us there. They would let us
close the door. Overall, we really weren't treated too
bad. But in the back of my mind I had the feeling that
sexual temptation would get the better of them, sooner
or later. While we had been tourists I had seen the
local Arabs looking at Julie, my blonde wife, and the
look in their eyes said it all. A man in a shop had
fondled her backside. Another had made me an offer for
a night with her. Actually it was a pretty good offer
and Julie had said later than I was a fool not to
accept!

What excites them is obvious. Julie is 31, 5ft 10"
tall and has a full and curvy figure. Her legs look as
if they go up to her armpits and she can't help
wriggling her backside as she walks. To top it all
off, she has a wonderful pair of breasts which
positively bounce as she moves. Before we were married
she was one of the crowd I went around with, and her
nickname was "sex on stilts." Anyway the Arabs really
go overboard when it comes to western blonde women. I
suppose that's because they haven't got any and they
just want to try something new.

We were a*****ed on a very hot day, so we were only
wearing very light clothes. Julie was wearing a thin
white blouse which buttoned down the front, and a
light blue skirt. Of course she had underwear on, but
only slip on shoes. No tights, nothing like that. You
could see straight through the blouse, it was so thin.
I saw Sherif staring at her from time to time, and I
knew he was longing to get her clothes off.

After our evening meal on day two Julie asked to be
taken to the toilet and Ahmed escorted her there and
back. She came back into the room and went to the iron
bedstead, expecting to be chained up again. But
Sherif, who was sitting at the table with the
handcuffs, didn't make a move. Instead he put down his
newspaper and, looking first at Julie, he then turned
to me.

"Your wife Julie, nice lady, very pretty" he said.

I nodded. This was it. This was the warm up. I could
feel my heart thumping. Sherif grinned at me. "I think
you lucky man," he went on. "Have nice sexy wife. She
pretty good, eh?"

I pulled a face, pretending I didn't understand what
he was getting at. He laughed at my pretended
innocence. "You know," he said "Good at jig-a-jig!" He
winked and poked a finger through a loop he made
between thumb and forefinger of the other hand. "Like
this!" he said. I shrugged and still said nothing.

"She have nice breasts John, big eh? You like play
with those? And down here.." he rubbed his crotch
"Nice too I think, tight for man going in there. She
move around plenty when you have her John, do dance
for you?" I didn't know what to do. Chained to a
radiator, there wasn't a lot I could do. She was
completely at their mercy. I just glared at Sherif,
hoping he wouldn't go any further.

"I think good idea we take look at Julie, get her to
take off some clothes" he said.

"Julie," he said slowly, turning and looking at her, a
leering smile on his face. "Come here plis."

"Just leave her alone, you a****l," I growled as
fiercely as possible, getting to my feet. My chain
clanked on the radiator, bringing me up short. He
grinned at me. "You, John," he said, "You shut up. You
are guest here. You behave yourself. Just sit and
watch. I not hurt your wife." With that he produced a
wicked hunting knife from his belt and placed it on
the table. "If you give trouble" he added "I cut you
to pieces, understand?" He would too. There really
wasn't a damn thing I could do. I sat down again,
hoping that Julie would have some idea to fend him
off. For a moment I thought it might just be a bit of
fun.

Julie didn't make a move. She just sat on the bed and
looked at him.


"Come Julie," said Sherif. "Come over here. I not hurt
you."

"I don't want to," she replied.

"Julie, c'mon, don't make big trouble. Come stand
here," said Sherif, smiling.

Julie stood up slowly. She hesitated for a moment,
then she went over to him. She stood a few feet from
him, her arms at her sides, saying nothing, resigned
to her fate.

Sherif picked up the hunting knife and pointed it at
her thin blouse. "Now then Julie, take off," he said
quietly "and show us." Julie didn't move. "Julie,"
said Sherif. "You have nice body. Me and my friend
want to see. Now take off shirt, don't make trouble
OK." Julie remained motionless. "Julie," growled
Sherif, warningly. Then he leant forward with the
hunting knife in his hand and, with a twist of his
wrist, sent one of the buttons flying across the room.
For a moment she didn't react. Then she slowly undid
the buttons down the front of her blouse and peeled it
off, tossing it to one side. She stood in bra and
skirt, looking at him, completely expressionless.
"Good lady," he said, grinning. "Now take off this,"
he said, indicating her bra with the point of the
knife. "Show us your big breasts." Again she
hesitated. "Take off Julie!" said Sherif. It was an
order.

She still didn't move for a moment or two. Then she
calmly reached up behind her back and released the
clip. Her full breasts dropped slightly as she brought
the straps round to her chest. Then she took off the
cups and they swung free. She shrugged off the
shoulder straps and threw the bra to join her blouse.
Her nipples were erect, like two small pink corks.

Sherif put down the knife and got to his feet. He
walked right round her. Then he stood in front of her.
"Julie, you are very beautiful. Now you show us," he
said. "Show us everything."

Julie looked quickly at me, almost as if seeking my
approval. She knew she had no choice. She unzipped the
side of her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Now she
had only her small skimpy pair of pants. You could see
the shadow of her pubic bush through them. She glanced
at me briefly, then she hooked her fingers into the
waistband and drew them down, stepping gracefully out
of them. She tossed them onto the pile of her clothes
on the floor. She drew herself up to her full height
and just stood there, completely naked, hands to her
sides, waiting for Sherif's next move. I swear I saw
her smile slightly. She didn't try to cover herself.
She looked proud, magnificent, and very sexy.

Sherif walked round her, looking at her with pure lust
in his eyes. He said something to Ahmed in Arabic.
They laughed. Ahmed was sitting at the table and I
could see his hand on his crotch, his fingers working.
He wanted her. Sherif stood in front of her. "Julie,
you have beautiful body, very nice breasts," he said.
He reached out and cupped them, one in each hand,
feeling their weight. Julie just stood, motionless,
submitting totally to his fondling. Sherif knew what
to do to get a reaction. He took her nipples in his
fingers and rolled them gently. Julie's eyes half
closed and I saw a shudder go through her body. Then
he let go of one nipple and dropped his hand to her
bush. He rubbed his hand up and down her hair. "I
think you nice here too," he said. "Nice and tight for
big cock." Julie shuddered again and closed her eyes.
Now it was certain that she was going to be fucked.
"You like big cock Julie?" he continued, taunting her
as he rubbed her bush. "I have big cock Julie, maybe
you like to see?"

Sherif then turned to me, unbuckling his leather
trouser belt. "Now John," he said, smiling. "You see
me. I have big cock, very stiff, good for fucking
ladies. You take good look at me, John, then we find
out if your wife good at jig-a-jig John." He dropped
his trousers, stepped out of them, then took off his
shirt. "Now then John," he said, dropping his
underpants. "What you think? Big enough for your wife?
Your wife, she like this, I think." He was gripping
his cock and smiling at me. "You as big as me, John?"
He let go, leaving his erection proudly sticking out
towards me.

I said nothing. I wasn't as big as him, no way. His
cock was thick and hard, like a rigid black pole with
veined ribs. It curved back towards his stomach
slightly. He laughed at me. "I give your wife very
good jig-a-jig John, long time, then maybe give her
baby. What you think John, good idea, I give Julie
nice Arab baby with this?" He pulled his cock down and
let it go. It sprang up and slapped against his
stomach, then remained waving about in front of him.
He looked at the expression on my face and laughed
again, and Ahmed joined in, even though he couldn't
have known what the hell Sherif had been saying to me.
He was taunting me, standing there, displaying his
erection. Then he turned away and went to Julie. He
stood in front of her now, his hands on his hips,
proudly displaying his stiff cock.

I didn't want Sherif to see, but my own cock was
stiffening at the sight of the two of them stark naked
in front of me, about to have sex.

"What you think Julie?" he said "Good, eh? My cock big
enough for you?" Julie still said nothing. She just
stood there. But I could see that she was looking at
Sherif's erection. Then Sherif took a pace forward,
still with his hands on his hips. Now his cock was
almost touching her stomach. He took her hand and
pulled it to his erection. "Here," he said. "Feel how
hard and big." I suppose it was an automatic reaction,
but I saw her fingers wrap round the shaft. "Oh," said
Sherif. "You like then? Is good for you? Maybe you
like in here Julie?" He brushed his hand over her
pubic hair, then cupped his hand over her sex. I could
see his fingers disappearing between her legs, seeking
her lips. Then he brought his other hand up and cupped
her breast, running his thumb over the nipple. Julie
gasped as his fingers found her spot. Her eyes half
closed and I noticed her legs trembling. Her legs
opened slightly, letting Sherif's fingers work on her.


Everything was beginning to happen naturally now.
Julie was losing her self control. As Sherif fondled
her breast and her vagina, she began to stroke his
cock, her hand moving up and down on his shaft

My own cock was rock hard now. It felt surreal,
watching my wife, stark naked, stroking Sherif's huge
black cock. She had her eyes completely closed now but
her hand continued to stroke him expertly. Now that I
was aroused, I wanted to see them doing it. It would
be like watching a porno movie, with my wife as the
star. My emotions made me feel guilty but my heart was
pounding. I wanted to see that black cock thrusting
into her, penetrating deep into her, then a gush of
sperm. I wanted to see her thrashing about, impaled on
Sherif's erection. She was behaving like a slut now.
She deserved a good fucking.
Sherif took her by the hand. "Come," he said "Stand
here so John can see you do nice things." He pulled
her across the room until she was standing sideways to
me, just far enough away so that I couldn't reach her.
Sherif stood in front of her, also sideways to me.
"Now then John," he said. "You tell me, Julie good
with mouth eh? Make me special hard, ready to give her
good fucking?. What you think John?"

"For God's sake," I said. "Leave her alone, she
doesn't want this, it's a bad thing you do."

"I think you wrong, John" said Sherif. "I think your
wife, she want big cock, she want good fucking from
big man. What you say Julie, you like big cock like
mine?" He took a pace forward. His stiff cock was
almost touching her stomach.

Julie was looking down. Damn her, she was staring at
his hard shiny shaft. She seemed mesmerized by it.
Then she took it in her hand again. Her long fingers
wrapped round it and she pumped him gently. Sherif
grinned at me.

"You see," he said. "Julie like big cock, getting me
ready to give her good time. Now Julie," he turned to
her as she worked her hand up and down on him

"You go down, use mouth, show John how good you are."

She shook her head. "No," she said quietly. "Just
this, it's good." Her hand slipped up and down his
shaft quicker and Sherif moaned. Then he recovered his
composure. He placed his hands on her shoulders and
pulled downwards. Julie resisted for a moment, then
dropped to her knees. Her hand was really flying now.
She brought her other hand up and cupped his balls.
Sherif moaned again. Then he gripped his cock in one
hand, stopping her. "Now," he said. "Take me." He bent
his cock down horizontally so that it pointed directly
at her mouth. He smiled at her. She had her hands to
her sides now. He pressed his cock against her lips,
which parted slightly. The tip of his cock was against
her teeth. She wasn't giving in, not yet anyway.
Sherif's other hand went round to the back of her
head. He entwined his fingers into her blonde hair,
then pulled her head towards him. She had no choice.
His cock slid into her mouth. Sherif rocked his hips
back and forth and I watched his black shaft sliding
ever deeper into her face. He let go of her head.
Julie's head continued to bob up and down. Now her
hands came back up from her sides. With one hand she
gripped the base of his cock whilst the other cradled
his balls. I could see she was doing him properly now.
Her cheeks were hollow as she sucked on him and she
was speeding up all the time. Sherif looked at me.
"See John," he said. "Your wife very good sucker, make
man very happy. What you think John, you think she
like doing this? Look John, look, look."

I was looking. My gorgeous blonde wife, giving this
Arab the best blow job he'd ever had in his life. But,
if the truth be known, I wanted to see him fuck her.

I wasn't going to have to wait long. Sherif dropped to
his knees. His cock pulled out of Julie's mouth. "Now
I give you big cock," he said. He put his hands on her
shoulders and pushed her slowly backwards. First she
sat on the floor, then she lay back. Sherif was going
to have her and she knew that she couldn't do anything
to stop him. Sherif knelt between her legs. He put his
hands on her knees and pushed them apart. Then he
shuffled forward. Leaning over her, he took his cock
in his hand and nuzzled it into her pubic hair,
seeking her entrance. I saw the tip of his weapon lock
into position, then he pushed. It slid slowly into her
body. As he shafted her, her hips rose off the floor
to meet him. With a thump he finished his first
thrust. He remained poised over her, his cock firmly
embedded.

"Very nice John," he said to me. "Very hot and wet,
and really tight. Now I give good fucking."

His hips began to rise and fall. His black cock slid
quickly in and out of her, pulling her labia back and
forth. Sherif growled quietly as he shafted her,
enjoying her body.

Now there could be no doubt that my wife was enjoying
her fucking. She had brought her legs up to allow
Sherif to penetrate her fully and she had her hands on
his hips. Her body rocked back and forth in time with
his thrusts. Her head came up and she looked down over
her stomach, admiring the sight of that black cock
stuck into her. Her big breasts wobbled and shook with
Sherif's impacts. She was panting quickly and making
small moaning noises. Sherif was bringing her to
orgasm. I couldn't believe it.

Julie climaxed with a loud shout. Her long legs
wrapped around Sherif's body and she pulled him to
her. "Aaaah!" She cried, gripping him tightly. "Ooooh!
Ooooh!" Sherif slowed and stopped. "Do different
thing," he said. He pulled his wet slippery cock out
of her and stood up. "Come Julie" he said, offering
her his hand. She took it and got to her feet. He took
her to the table, placed her hands on it, then gently
pushed her down, squashing her breasts onto the rough
wooden top. "We do jig-a-jig best Arab way, very nice.
Good way to give lady big baby." She just lay there
obediently, waiting for his next move. I was amazed
how submissive she was. She was just going to do
everything he said.

He took up position behind her and wiped his cock,
slippery with her juices, up and down her backside. As
he did this, he used his feet to spread her legs wider
apart. Her buttocks opened and I saw her brown bush
and puffy pink lips, aroused and ready for more sex.
He bent his shaft down and probed at her, pushing her
lips open, and he sought out her clit with his
fingers. Sherif's hand went back to his cock. He got
it in just the right place, then took hold of her
hips. He eased himself forward and his cock pressed
into her. Julie's eyes flickered open and closed as
she waited for the penetration. There was a moment's
resistance, his big penis bent slightly, then the
bulbous head popped into her and the rest of his thick
black shaft followed. He grunted as he slid home, and
Julie, eyes half closed, gasped as she felt his full
length sliding into her.

"Ees good?" Sherif enquired as he took his first full
length thrust. "Ees nice?" His shiny wet shaft slid in
and out of her, pulling her lips back and forth. "Ees
good?" he repeated, slamming into her. Julie moaned as
he stroked her. "Yes" he laughed "Ees good, eh Julie?
And it get better, like thees!"

Suddenly he changed tactics, pounding into her rapidly
and as hard as he could. He smacked her backside, once
on each side, hard. Her body bounced back and forth on
the table and she cried out. It was a cry of pleasure.
Then he slowed, anxious not to ejaculate too soon.
All this time Ahmed has just been sitting on his
chair, rubbing the front of his trousers. Now Sherif
spoke to him in Arabic and grinned. Ahmed replied and
got to his feet. I didn't have any doubt that he was
going to have her next, when Sherif had finished with
her. He began to strip off. Ahmed was younger and
fitter than Sherif and he had a magnificent body. His
chest and stomach were muscular and his thighs looked
as if he worked out regularly. He dropped his trousers
and exposed his rampant cock. I have never seen
anything quite like this one. This boy was big, a real
stud. His cock was fully erect, and so hard that it
was bending back towards his stomach. The end was
shiny, glistening, ready for sex with my wife. Naked,
he stepped towards the table, and placed his hand on
Julie's head, which was turned away from him. She
turned to face him. She was rocking back and forth as
Sherif thrust into her. I couldn't see her face, but I
saw her hand reach out and grasp his shaft. Her
fingers couldn't close round it, it was too big. She
bent it down to her mouth and it disappeared from my
view. All I could see was my wife's head jerking back
and forth.. Ahmed put his hands on his hips and smiled
at me in ecstasy as she gobbled him.

"John," said Sherif, turning to me. "You like
watching, I think, now you watch good, I fill her,
make baby."

He increased his pace, thumping into her backside,
making the globes of her arse wobble with the impacts.
His stomach slapped against her and I could see his
balls swinging. His hard shiny shaft, wet with her
lubrication, whipped in and out of her. Julie had to
stop what she was doing with Ahmed, this was too good.
She turned her head back and I saw that her face was
flushed red and she was panting fast.

Sherif gave a shout and I saw his cock go rock hard.
"Aah, aah, aah!" he cried out as his hot sperm gushed
deeply into her. He continued to fuck her and sperm
appeared on his cock and dripped out of my wife onto
the floor. Sherif patted her backside gently and
withdrew. "John," he said, "Julie great fuck, really
tight, really hot. Now Ahmed go next. He big boy, give
her good ride, like horse. You look, him have cock
like big horse, give your wife very nice time." He
laughed and said something in Arabic to Ahmed,
indicating my wife's wet and slippery sex.

Julie stood up and turned to face Ahmed. They stood
facing each other for a few moments, admiring each
other bodies. Julie was still breathing hard from her
exertions with Sherif. She was looking down at his
massive and erect cock, staring at it in fascination.
I saw her smile wickedly at him, then she reached out
and held his cock in her hand. She was aroused and in
need of sex. She wanted it very much at that moment.
Ahmed then sat down on the chair and held his cock
upright in his hand. It was obvious what he wanted her
to do. Julie didn't hesitate. She spread her legs and
straddled him. Then, raising one leg slightly to kneel
on the edge of the chair, she reached down under
herself and grasped him. Her fingers didn't meet
around his shaft, it was so huge. My heart thumped.
She maneuvered his weapon into position, opening her
sex to him. Sherif's sperm trickled out of her and
dripped onto Ahmed's shaft. She began to ease herself
down on it. It touched her entrance and the head
popped inside her. Then the rest of his shaft began to
slide slowly into her body. "Arrgh," she said as his
shaft penetrated deeply into her. She sat down in his
lap, his cock fully embedded in her. Then she began to
ease herself up and down, gently at first as she got
used to his size, then more and more forcefully as he
stretched her vagina. The contrast between his black
cock and her white body was startling. His cock was
slippery with her lubrication and blobs of Sherif's
sperm. I saw her smile at Ahmed. Now she really was
enjoying herself. What had started as **** had
developed into submissive sex, then pure lustful
enjoyment. She thumped up and down on him faster and
faster, groaning all the time. Her big breasts wobbled
and shuddered as she rode him. Ahmed put his hands on
them, tweaking her nipples.

Ahmed leant forward and, grasping her buttocks, he
stood up, lifting her off her feet, still impaled on
his cock. He said something to her, then dropped her
off him. Quickly he grasped her arms and spun her
round to face the table. Obediently, down she went. It
was going to be another rear entry. Ahmed took up
position behind Julie. As she sensed Ahmed behind her
she raised her body off the table and pushed back at
his crotch. She was still bent over, but now she had
her hands on the very edge of the table. She wriggled
her backside and spread her legs wide apart, inviting
Ahmed to take her. Ahmed obliged. He took a pace
forward, grabbed her hips and swung. His aim was good.
His rigid shaft shot into her with a squelch, making a
full penetration in one movement. Julie squealed in
pleasure as she felt him plunge deep inside her. I
knew by then that she had not only submitted to sex,
but was also enjoying what came naturally, mating with
these two big men. So I was not surprised to see her
taking the lead now, swinging her body back and forth,
trying to milk Ahmed's cock of it's sperm. Her big
breasts swung underneath her, and she moaned, her eyes
closed.

Sherif was standing there, watching the show. His cock
had gone soft and it drooped, still wet with sex
lubrication and semen. "Is good to see, yes?" he said
"Your wife enjoying herself? She having nice time with
Ahmed, eh John? Maybe she have Ahmed baby, he come in
her lots and lots I think."

I found myself nodding, fascinated by the crude sexual
action in front of me. My own cock was still erect in
my trousers and I had a hand unobtrusively on it where
it couldn't be seen. I could feel my sperm rising,
generated by the superb pornographic performance of
Ahmed and my wife. They were going so well together
now, a perfect sex act partnership. His hard shaft was
running it's full length in and out of her wet sex,
dragging her lips back and forth and exciting her
clitoris. The noise of them mating was amazing; wet
sucking and slurping noises coming from my wife's sex.
Julie was now in another world, fully aroused and on
her way to a massive orgasm. Her body was flushed in
patches all over, her eyes were closed and she was
panting fast. "Oh, oh, oh," she repeated over and over
as Ahmed fucked her. Every time Ahmed thrust forward,
she pushed back. I was amazed that Ahmed hadn't come
yet, but he was still picking up speed. His teeth were
clenched and he grunted rapidly. Then Julie gave a
long, low howl and, even as Ahmed increased the speed
of his thrusting yet again, I saw her buttocks clench
together, grasping his cock firmly. She wanted him to
come. With a grunt, he began to oblige her, shooting
his semen into her in spurts. More and more shot into
her and it began to splatter onto the floor between
her feet. I wasn't even touching myself at that moment
but, simultaneously, I also ejaculated. I felt my warm
fluid spreading around my crotch. I hoped it wouldn't
soak my trousers as I didn't want Ahmed and Sherif to
know just how much I had enjoyed watching them fucking
my wife.

Julie stood up and Ahmed's wet cock slipped out of
her, it's job done. Her hairy bush was matted and
soaked and streams of sperm ran down her legs. She
looked at me, ashamed I think, and reached down for
her clothes. She scooped them off the floor and
clutched them to her.

"Sorry John," she said. "But I did it for us, you
know, to keep us alive." She went back to her bed,
then put her bra and pants back on. I just stared at
her, stunned by what I had seen.

Sherif was dressing and Ahmed put his trousers back
on. When he was done, Sherif said just one word to
Julie. "Come." And he left the room with her, followed
by Ahmed. She was still dressed only in her bra and
pants. I could hear voices along the corridor, then
laughter. Then I heard Julie giggle like a schoolgirl,
and a shriek. Then it went quiet for a bit. After that
I heard her panting and groaning. She was having sex
with the other guards.

About half an hour later she came back into the room.
She was completely naked and her pubic hair was wet.
She went to the bed, picked up the rest of her clothes
and went to leave. As she went out the door she
paused. She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders.
Then she left.

We were released about a week later. During that time
I hadn't seen Julie at all. I knew what she had been
doing. In fact she told me a few weeks later. We had a
row and she threw it all at me. She had let them all
have her. There had been six of them altogether. They
took her one at a time, then as a group. She had done
it again doggy style, then on her back, then standing,
then sitting on two men together. And she told me she
couldn't get enough of it.

After all the press reports died down and we stopped
being interviewed, we stayed together for about three
months, then she left. I know where she went. Back to
Sherif and Ahmed and the others. I can see her now,
being mounted by them all, one by one, then all
together, and loving every minute of it.