Dubai Nightmare No 1 - Sex Stories

Dubai Nightmare No 1

Synopsis: A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an e****ting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and f***ed to pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways. Chapter 1: An Offer Too Good to Refuse “So,” Malia Jackson said, leaning forward and smiling at the young blonde across from her. “Have you thought about what Kyle told you? About the Dubai gig?” “I have, I don’t—I’m still not sure Malia,” Samantha Brunner replied. “I mean, he made it sound so easy and stuff. And, like, the pay. That can’t be right. $5,000 a day?” “No he’s right, he’s definitely right,” the black skinned model replied without hesitation. “To be honest, I think you might even be able to make more. The guys over there, those Arabs and Saudis and stuff, they got so much money it’s not even funny. They’re, like, billionaires. They fly around in private jets, they have huge palaces and, like, fifty servants and maids.” “Jeez that’s so crazy,” Samantha said in disbelief. “And they’re really gonna give me $5,000 a day just to travel around with them? And sl**p with them every once in awhile?” “Girl I’m 100% positive about that,” Malia responded. “They did for me, and I’m black. They don’t even really like black girls, or aren’t attracted to them anyway. They have a huge, huge thing for whites, especially white blondes. They go crazy over them. I’m telling you, those guys will buy you whatever the hell you want, just to be seen around in public ...

... with you. To show you off like you’re their wife.” “Wow, that’s pretty sad,” Samantha said with a laugh. “It is, but hey, if we can milk the shit outta them why not?” Malia asked. “They’re so desperate to have the hottest girls on their arm, they’ll spend whatever. I told you, I was there for three months, and I came back with $400,000 plus a ton of jewelry, bags, the nicest clothes, makeup. I’m thinking of going back too.” “Seriously?” The blonde asked. “Hell yeah!” Malia cried out. “What the hell am I gonna do here that will make me four hundred grand in three months?” “Nothing,” Samantha agreed after some pause. “I’m telling you, you should really go do it, just for a couple of months like I did,” the black girl suggested. “It’s seriously so easy. The guys, they’re all really, really classy and nice. I mean, yeah a lot of them are kinda old and gross, but they seriously last like 5 minutes in bed, or ten max. And most of them you only have to do it with once a day, if that. Other than that you go out to dinner and lunch with them, go to some shows and public events. Besides those you get to go out in Dubai, buy whatever you want, live in a nice ass condo. It’s like an e****t’s dream.” “Yeah I know, you told me all of that before,” Samantha replied, taking a sip of her iced tea. “It’s just I’ve never done this before. e****ting I mean. It seems so—gross. I mean no offense. I don’t judge girls that do it, you know that. I just never ever imagined I would do it. I still can’t.” ...