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"Joelle!" whispered Marie-Louise to her friend who had bent down to pick up a
dropped pen "Stand up quick! Your ass is showing!"

As slowly and as dignified as she could Joelle straightened up, pulling up her
pants as she did so They were white pants deliberately chosen to show off her
dark brown tan, a tan that covered all her well-rounded ass, the top of which
had slid so embarrassingly out of her pants.

"Oh God!" she groaned, casting an anxious eye around the bank "Everyone'll be
talking about how big my bum is!"

Marie-Louise laughed.

"Well he doesn't think it's too big." she smiled, gesturing with her head "His
eyes nearly popped out his head when he saw it. Look, he still can't take his
eyes off it. Mark my words, he's in love with your ass!"

Joelle turned to look behind her in the direction her friend had indicated.
>From inside a glass-walled office a man in a dark suit was staring intently
at her ass, his tongue lightly licking his lips. He was, she guessed, in his
mid-30's and a Westerner. He noticed her looking at him, made brief eye
contact and hurriedly looked away and pulled down his blinds. His face was
bright red.

"Well?" asked Marie-Louise, looking inquiringly at Joelle

"Well what?" asked Joelle, still looking at the office where  crack had
appeared in the blinds.

"Do you want him?" said her friend matter of factly

"What!" exclaimed Joelle, her eyes never leaving the office

"Do you want him?" repeated Marie-Louise "All you have to do is offer to let
him kiss your ass and he'll do anything you want. He'll be your little sex
slave."

Joelle laughed but her darkening features betrayed her excitement.

"You can't be serious Marie-Louise."

"Darling, I'm deadly serious. I fucked enough slaveboys during my time in
Montreal and Paris too know the signs. He's so typical, middle-aged,
high-flying career, a man of power who just wants to worship the ass of a
woman who'll treat him the way he wants to be treated, like dirt. He'd do
anything for the chance to serve you."

Joelle laughed nervously but she was beginning to sweat now and her breathing
was more laboured.

"Careful darling." whispered Marie-Louise "Those white pants of yours'll be
damp in a moment if you don't control yourself." she knew that, like herself,
her friend would not be wearing any panties.

Joelle chuckled "All right, I admit it. I'm interested. I wouldn't mind a
slutboy of my very own. God knows I need a good fuck after my marriage to
Hani.  He could never get it up. It was only his money that made him
interesting and I've got all that now he's dead and buried."

"Then come on." said Marie-Louise and led her by the hand across the floor of
the bank to the Westerner's office.

"We're here to see Mr Michael." she said, glancing at the nameplate on the
office door as she addressed the secretary sitting outside.

The young girl looked up at the two middle-aged women standing in front of
her. Both were in their mid-forties and obviously rich judging from their
Rolex watches and lashings of gold jewellery. One was dressed in a tight
white trouser suit that showed off her ample ass and breasts to good effect.
Under the jacket she wore a white halter top that wrapped tightly around her
big breasts and left her rounded brown belly exposed. Her companion was
shorter and slimmer dressed in a tight black mini-skirt and an equally tight
leopardskin top which was very low cut.

The secretary was about to fob the two women off with an excuse  when the
office door opened.

"It's OK Hanan." said a smiling but clearly nervous Mr Martin "I'll see these
two ladies now."

With condescending smiles the two friends swayed past Hanan and into Martin's
office. As they did so Marie-Louise leant over towards Hanan.

"Is he married?" she asked

The startled secretary shook her head and Marie-Louise smiled. Martin closed
the door behind them and turned to see Marie-Louise sitting in his chair, her
feet on his desk. She was lighting a cigarette but he didn't care. He was too
busy staring at Joelle, or more accurately her ass, as she deliberately leant
over the desk to light her own cigarette from Marie-Louise's.

"Mr Martin." said Marie-Louise in a businesslike manner "We are here to make a
complaint."

"A complaint?" stammered Martin in a British accent, his eyes never straying
from Joelle's ass. "About what."

"About you." continued Marie-Louise "I saw you staring at my friend's
half-naked ass. Don't deny it. You were staring at her ass, dreaming of
kissing it, of licking it with your little tongue. You probably jerked
yourself off behind these blinds, didn't you? Now Mr Martin, do you consider
that appropriate behaviour for a man in your position? Do you think your
bosses would approve?"

Martin barely heard her words. Joelle had started to slowly gyrate her ass,
to stroke it and to very slowly pull her pants downwards. Martins cock grew
harder and harder as he stared at her, making a veritable tent in his pants
and when she turned and smiled cheekily at him it was all he could do not to
cum. His lustful yearning for Joelle's ass was plain for all to see.

"Well Mr Martin?" Marie-Louise demanded impatiently  "I asked you a question!"

"No." Martin said hoarsely, struggling to control himself as Joelle sat on the
desk facing him, opening and shutting her legs.

"No what!" snapped Marie-Louise

"No Ma'am." replied Martin submissively, hanging his head.

"Good boy." smiled Marie-Louise "Now tell me, what would you do to prevent us
telling your bosses what a bad boy you are, staring at your customers'
asses?"

"I'd do anything Ma'am." whispered Martin, still staring at the floor
"Anything!"

Joelle rose, walked over to him and gently stroked his cheek, causing him to
tremble involuntarily.

"Would you be my slaveboy, my little slut? Would you worship me and do
anything I wanted just to be allowed the honour of kissing my ass? Would
you?"

"Yes Ma'am!" exclaimed Martin, almost in tears from the effort of holding
back his cum "I'll be your slave, your whore, anything you want me to be but
please, please let me kiss your beautiful brown ass!"

"On your knees!" ordered Joelle pushing him down by his shoulders. Martin
obeyed and she gave him the reward he sought, turning and bending low so he
could fervently kiss her big round behind. She was still wearing her pants so
his lips made contact with cotton not skin but the proximity of her soft
flesh was enough for him to cum in his pants much to his embarrassment and
the ladies' amusement.

As Martin sat shamefaced on the floor Marie-Louise approached him and handed
him a piece of paper.

"Write your address and telephone number here slaveboy." she commanded "We'll
be paying you a visit tomorrow. Be ready!"

She turned to Joelle "Time to leave darling. We can still catch a few hours
sunbathing at St Georges."

The two ladies took their leave to spend an afternoon gossiping and planning
on the beach. Martin meanwhile, now sitting once more at his desk, asked
Hanan to cancel all his appointments for the day and leaned back in his
chair, his hand on his already hardening cock.  ********** The following
afternoon Martin hastened to open the door to his luxury apartment. Joelle
stood there dressed in a tight white dress that stopped above her knees, and
a white jacket that was buttoned at the chest but open at the bottom to
display her bare midriff. She was talking on her cellular telephone in a
mixture of Arabic and French and barely paused talking as she entered and
Martin closed the door behind her. She leaned back against the door and
gestured towards Martin

"Strip!" she commanded, continuing her conversation as Martin took off his
clothes. She feigned disinterest but her eyes were firmly on his erect cock.
She pointed to her brown stomach "Licky licky!"

Martin knelt and, holding her by the waist, kissed her belly button softly
before running his tongue around and around it then licking the rest of her
stomach. Joelle purred with delight and closed her phone.

"Good boy. You have a nice tongue and you're going to use it a lot today. Now
show me to the bedroom - slave!" she smiled as she saw how his cock hardened
at the word and slapped his bare ass.

Martin led her to the bedroom and she motioned to him to lie down on the bed.
Once he had done so she opened her handbag and took out four pairs of
handcuffs.

"A gift from a friend in the security forces." she explained, securing his
wrists and ankles to the bedframe "My friend is going to be late, you know how
traffic is in Beirut. Having you tied up makes me feel a lot safer. After all
everyone knows what beasts men become if they're left alone with a beautiful
woman. I am beautiful aren't I slave?"

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Martin said with feeling

"And what about my ass? Don't you think it's too big? My pig of a husband
always said it was."

"It is perfect Ma'am." insisted Martin "The most beautiful, perfect ass in the
whole world."

Smiling, Joelle began to stroke his cheek as if he were a child or a favourite
pet.

"And would you like to kiss it, to lick it for hours and hours, to taste every
inch of it in your mouth?"

"Please Ma'am!" begged Martin

"Not so fast slutboy. You'll have to work for that honour. You can start by
putting that efficient tongue of yours to work on my feet."

She pulled up a chair, sat herself down, kicked off her shoes and lay her bare
feet across Martin's face.

"I do so hate the summer." she moaned as he began licking her soles and
sucking on her toes "It gets so hot and humid and my feet sweat so! Are they
sweaty and smelly slave?"

"No Ma'am!" lied Martin "They smell and taste wonderful!"

Joelle was not listening. She was busy chatting on her mobile. Martin tried to
understand what she was saying but he had never been a linguist and soon gave
up, concentrating solely on cleaning her feet.

Joelle closed the phone and stood up.

"Good job slave. My feet haven't been so clean in a long time. You deserve a
treat."

She raised her skirt a little as she reached upward with her hands and pulled
off her panties.

"I usually don't wear these you know. I like to feel the wind running through
my pussy. But I wore these today just for you my little slave. Now open
wide!" As Martin obeyed, she screwed up the silk panties and pressed them
into his mouth.

"Suck on those slut!" she breathed "Taste my juices while I go let
Marie-Louise in."

She left Martin to savour the tasty delights of her panties and returned to
the door. There was a soft knock and she opened it to admit her friend
and her Sri Lankan maid Pushpa. The two Lebanese women embraced and kissed
each other lightly on the cheeks.

"Where is our little abd?"asked Marie-Louise

"All tied up in the bedroom, sucking on my panties." laughed Joelle.

"Then let's get started." said Marie-Louise.

She gestured towards Pushpa who produced a large bag which she opened to
reveal a video camera and stand.

"Go set it up." instructed Marie-Louise

Pushpa carried the camera to the bedroom and seconds later the two friends
laughed to hear the sounds of distressed but muffled protest from their
captive.

"Seems mr bank manager doesn't want to be filmed." snickered Marie-Louise,
sliding out of her skin-tight black dress "I'm really looking forward to
this. I haven't fucked a slave since Paris last year. How do I look?"


Joelle surveyed her friend's slim, pale body with it's pert little ass and
large breasts, completely natural, as were hers, despite the current trend
for silicone implants.

"Sensational!" she said admiringly

"Thanks." smiled Marie-Louise "Now come on. We don't want Pushpa to steal our
prize!"

Laughing the women entered the bedroom where Pushpa stood grinning behind the
video camera filming an agitated Martin who was desperately trying to spit out
the panties and escape from his bonds.

"Poor boy!" Joelle said mockingly "Doesn't our little slut want to be a movie
star?"

Martin resumed his threshing but met with an angry slap from Joelle.

"Stop that at once! Do you hear me slut? You're here to please us and you'll
do whatever we say when we say it! Understand!"

His cheek smarting and his eyes watering Martin looked up into her face,
flushed, angry, magnificent and nodded weakly, all thoughts of resistance
gone.

"Good slut!" smiled Joelle, removing her panties from his mouth.

She stood and began to unbutton her jacket. Martin stared, open-mouthed as
she revealed the white frilly bra underneath, a bra containing a pair of
large beautiful brown breasts. His jaw dropped further as she unhooked her
bra and revealed her magnificent breasts in all their naked glory. His cock
grew larger and harder too, a fact that impressed and amused all the women in
the room. As Joelle began unbuttoning her skirt, Marie-Louise clambered onto
the bed and slithered up the length of Martin's body, lasciviously licking
his face as she squeezed his cock

"I'm so glad you're being co-operative habibi. You see the camera really is
necessary. You might not want to go on being our slut-toy after we've fucked
you and we can't allow that. You're going to be our property from now on and
we've got a lot of plans for you!"

Martin nodded his head in agreement but he wasn't listening. His eyes were
fixed on the naked, voluptuous body of his dream woman, on her hairy pussy
and on her lovely broad ass.

"Time to kiss ass slutboy!" smiled Joelle.

She climbed onto the bed, squatted over him, her back to his face and slowly
lowered her ass onto his eager mouth. In adoration he kissed her cool flesh,
licked her firm ass cheeks, daringly flicked her crack with his tongue. He was
lost in ecstatic worship, every touch of Joelle's ass hardening his cock.

That fact did not escape the lustful Marie-Louise who swiftly impaled herself
on Martin's cock and eagerly, and noisily, began riding her prisoner. Joelle,
meanwhile, pleased and not a little surprised at the love Martin had shown
towards her ass, felt the need for further satisfaction. Turning her back to
Marie-Louise she placed her pussy over Martin's face "Licky licky!" she
commanded and Martin's tongue jumped to obey, worshipping her clit as
lovingly as it had her ass and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her
body.

As the two Lebanese women made full use of their captive, Pushpa, a plump,
dark lady in her late forties continued filming, one hand in her panties.

With a loud cry Marie-Louise came and Martin followed shooting out jets of
spunk. Seconds later Joelle came too and Martin drank from her delicious
duties. Their slave limp for the moment, the two Lebanese lay down beside
him, stroking his hair as they offered him their ample breasts to lick and
suck.

"Not bad for a walad." teased Marie-Louise "We'll soon have you trained up to
be a man."

She lit a cigarette, inhaled and blew smoke over Martin's face, causing him to
choke. She giggled. It amused her to torment the helpless slave so.

Joelle was in a gentler mood as she fondled Martin's cock. She had long been
worried about her body shape, had envied Marie-Louise's slenderness. She had
had plenty of fucks, all younger men, since her husband's death but she had
always suspected they were only interested in her money. Now she had found
someone who adored her body so much he wanted to be her slave and it made her
feel good.

"Darling, cock's up!" she announced as it hardened in her hand "My turn to
ride. You take his mouth."

Marie-Louise's pussy had been tight, her thighs strong but Joelle's grip was
stronger still and as she drew Martin's cock inside her so she drew him onto
a new level of pleasure. Marie-Louise was just as vigorous as he tongue
fucked her pussy, roughly grinding her wiry pussy against his face. On and on
they fucked him until his back arched and he came with a cry, bringing both
women to orgasm. Relaxed and happy they rose from the bed, but not before
Joelle had rewarded her slave by allowing him to kiss her golden ass one more
time. She stood up, opened her handbag and took out a wad of low value notes
which she began to stuff into the startled Martin's mouth as Marie-Louise
addressed the camera.

"This British man is a whore for Lebanese women. He is our whore. Whore's like
him fuck for money so we are paying him. He is a cheap whore so he only gets
paid a few thousand lira. Say thank you whoreboy!"

"Thank you Mistress." stammered Martin, struggling to speak without choking.

The two friends laughed heartily. Joelle scooped up her clothes and they left
the bedroom, closing the door behind them. For a moment Martin was puzzled as
to why they had left him bound but then he remembered Pushpa. The Sri Lankan
was already naked. She was a big lady despite her short stature, with big
breasts, a big round stomach and a big ass. Her pussy was lush and hairy and
her long black hair reached down to her ass There was a lascivious grin on
her flushed face.

"Now white pig you taste Sri Lankan ass. You fuck Sri Lankan pussy. I real
horny. I no fuck for two years. Miss Marie-Louise she fuck plenty men but I
no get one until now. She tell me you film you get white cock. I tell her I
no fuck white pig before. She tell me white cock very sweet, white pig do
anything I say. Now I see if true!"

With those words she sat her big brown ass, a big beautiful ass, on to
Martin's face and once more his mouth and tongue were pressed into service.
Her pussy followed and then she mounted his cock and drained the last of his
cum from his aching balls.

Well satisfied with the multiple orgasms she had experienced, Pushpa stood
and faced the camera as the others had done. She took a solitary 1000 lira
from her handbag and placed it in Martin's mouth.

"This white pig whoreboy for Sri Lankan maid. Very cheap whore. Under one
dollar. He lick ass for free. He real pig."

Sniggering, she switched off the camera, carefully packed it away, dressed and
left the room.

Joelle re-entered the room and finally released the exhausted slave.

"You've been a very good slut." she smiled, looking down at him "Our friends
are going to have lots of fun with you. We'll give our special friends your
number. If anyone calls and says the word "slave" you'll have to obey them.
If you're a bad boy and don't obey your boss gets the video. Get some sleep
now, you're going to need it.!"

Martin opened his mouth as if to speak.

"You have something to say slave?"

Martin crawled from the bed, knelt at her feet and kissed them.

"Please Ma'am. May I kiss your ass again."

"Of course habibi."  smiled Joelle. She raised her skirt and offered her
lovely brown ass to her ass-slave.

Martin joyfully buried his face against it, kissing and licking eagerly until

Joelle pulled down her skirt and walked silently out of the room and out of
the apartment. She had been tempted to fuck him again but had decided it was
best to keep him waiting eagerly for his next experience. She and
Marie-Louise had a lot of planning to do.





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