This guard loved every second of it. This man held my head in a vicelike grip as his tongue probed my mouth. I had heard that Bashar claimed all the beautiful women for himself. It was no wonder that his soldiers were so rowdy.
I knew this wasn’t just going to be a make out session. All of these men wanted me for one thing. The guard pulled down his pants and pulled out his cock. It was much bigger than mine. Hell, it was even bigger than the captain from earlier.
By now, I had an idea of how it worked. I knew the guard wanted his throbbing cock inside of me. I just needed to direct him to the right orifice.
The thrill of being caught took the intensity of the situation to a whole new level. Blood raced through my veins like quicksilver. I knew I had to play my role as the damsel. I needed to resist him just enough to avoid drawing his suspicion. At the same time, I had to seduce him.
I stood still as the guard guided his cock to my lips. He grabbed the back of my head and drew me forward. As new to me as it was, I instinctually took his prick into my mouth and began to give him a blowjob.
I knew I had to get him off with a blowjob. If he was satisfied with oral sex, then the man was less likely to lift up my skirt. I had a padded bra but it wouldn’t hold up against close scrutiny. I needed to give this man the blowjob of his life.
However, his cock was so big and heavy.
Letting my body take charge, I began to bop up and down the length of his shaft. Each time I lapped him up with my tongue, he grew thicker and longer. The tip of my tongue traced a path across the thick veins of his shaft. I could sense his body pump blood into this appendage as he grew more and more aroused.
I heard the guard exhale when I swallowed him to the hilt. His cock touched the back of my throat and nearly made me gag. He was as hard as an oaken branch.
Yet, I knew my plan was working. The man’s knees were starting to buckle. His body shook with feverish delight. Finally, he came into my throat with little preparation. I swallowed his load as he spurted deep inside of me.
When he finished, the man took a breath, buckled his pants, and said. “You can enter the palace. I’ll be by the gates… if you’re ever interested.”
I thanked the man despite never having the desire to see him ever again. Despite the awkwardness of the encounter, I was beginning to feel like I was becoming an expert at seducing men. It would be a valuable asset in getting me close to Bashar. I knew the man had a lust for women which I could exploit.
At the same time, I was beginning to enjoy having sex with men while dressed as a woman. I had never considered myself gay. Yet, sucking and fucking men as a woman was more pleasurable than I had ever imagined. I wasn’t sure whether it was the illicit thrill of the experience or the power I had over the man. Perhaps, it was both.
Regardless, I was taken to Bashar’s harem. I still had a camera hidden under my clothing. After I got what I had come for, I needed to get out of here. It would be trickier than what I had originally imagined. The city was locked down due to the surrounding conflict. That went double for Bashar’s palace. Nevertheless, I would cross that bridge once I reached it.
I was more concerned with the other women of the harem. I had gotten by in the city by keeping to myself. Here, I would be under the close examination of women. If anyone could see through my disguise, then they would. I would have to be extra careful around them.
Eventually, I found myself in Bashar’s harem. I gasped at how large and luxurious the chamber was. While the city outside was stricken with poverty, Bashar had kept the finest indulgences for himself. All the women here were well provided for.
Fortunately, the other women mostly ignored me. I could tell a few of them were jealous. None of them wanted some new girl to win Bashar’s favor.
One of them cursed under her breath. “Who does she think she is?”
Another added. “Bashar will forget about her in a week.”
I counted about twelve of them. While some of them were dressed like me, most of them wore little if any clothing. Most of them were sleeping or smoking through a hookah pipe.
Escape from the harem seemed difficult if possible at all. A pair of Bashar’s men guarded the door in shifts. A pair of rifles hung low at their sides. It was as much to keep us in as it was to keep any frisky men out. We were solely for Bashar’s pleasure.
I wondered when I would be able to see Bashar. Until then, I gave into the languid atmosphere of the harem. It much more productive than being a bundle of nervous energy. Hell, I was even beginning to enjoy my new home.
At the same time, I knew it couldn’t last. Sooner or later, someone would uncover my identity. I needed to get close enough to Bashar in order to take his photo.
While most men would think I was lucky to be in a room full of beautiful women, I actually didn’t pay much attention to them. I had always thought of myself as a red-blooded male. Yet, I had little attraction to the beautiful women here.
Staying the harem made me realized that I loved being a woman. I felt free as if a heavy weight had been pulled off my back. My life as a man felt like a fleeting memory. I barely remembered that I was a photographer trying to make his career.
For the first time since I arrived in Syria, I felt content. Time itself felt of little consequences. The days went by without notice.
There was little else to occupy my attention. The guards still patrolled the harem’s perimeter and deterred any notion of escape. Nevertheless, I could hear gunfire and artillery sounds in the distance. The fighting outside must have leaked into the city. Or the refugees had turned to rioting.
The outside world felt so distant. I didn’t care for it either. Whenever the weather changed, I was scarcely aware of it. I was trapped in the haze of the harem.
On occasion, a guard would come and take one of us to Bashar. We were kept under strict lock and key. Bashar was paranoid his men would steal us away and only allowed his most loyal guards to see us. I didn’t know when my turn would come. For now, I contented myself with food and incense.
Finally, Bashar himself came to me. Or at least one of his men did. It broke me out of my trance and reminded myself of the danger I was in. I needed to get a photo of the man and get the hell out of the city in one piece.
That was easier said than done.
My next big challenge was sneaking in a camera. I had it hidden under my robes. It was the least of my worries. I needed to focus on hiding my cock first. Naturally, I was hesitant to strip before one of Bashar’s men. I was a dead man the moment he saw a cock between my legs.
The guard was tall and imposing as he led me out of the chamber. I scurried behind as I hid my camera under several layers of clothing. I also worried that someone would finally notice the bulge on my groin. I hoped Bashar wasn’t in the mood for pussy.
My heart skipped a beat when the guard stopped in front of a door. He turned to look me straight in the eyes. His gaze was powerful and unblinking. I didn’t know whether he had seen through my disguise or just wanted to see my face.
That’s when I saw the look of desire on the guard’s face. I was used to it by now. Most men were taken in by my eyes. They always wanted to see the rest of me.
In a harsh voice, he commanded me. “Take off your veil.”
When the guard reached for my dress, I stopped him. “No! It is sacred.”
The man seemed to buy it. A lot of the people here were superstitious. Besides, he didn’t seem keen on getting rough with one of the warlord’s harem. “Very well.”
Thankfully, he left me to brush up my appearance in privacy. I looked at myself in the mirror and marveled at my appearance. I knew Bashar would fall for me.
At the same time, I felt complete as a woman. The clothing and makeup worked well with my natural softness. It felt as if my body had been out of balance until this point. I liked what I saw in my reflection. I was a damn fine looking lady. My feminine voice felt more natural than my real one. I’d need all of these skills to seduce the warlor
d.
I couldn’t believe I had slipped past Bashar’s defenses for so long. A SEAL team would be hard pressed to get where I was right now. Even women couldn’t see through my disguise. However, my journey was far from over.
Chapter 4
When I finished touching up my appearance, I followed the guard to Bashar’s bedroom. His beautiful palace stood in sharp contrast to the outside world. It was opulent like something out of a fairy tale. I didn’t think the women in the harem realized how lucky they were. A nice bedroom beat living in a makeshift medical tent.
Finally, the guard left me to enter Bashar’s bedroom. I had never seen the man before. In fact, no one had seen him. It was why I had come here to take a photograph of him.
To my surprise, Bashar looked like a normal enough man. Well, he was dressed in a soldier’s uniform with a gun holstered at his side. He put down whatever he was drinking to take a closer look at me.
In a husky voice, he said. “You must be the new addition to my harem.”
Afraid to speak, I simply nodded. The gesture made him laugh. I didn’t know if he was a mad man or just eccentric. He stood in front of me and examined my eyes. “Very feminine eyes.”
Time and time again, I was surprised at the effect I had on men. My veiled face could seduce a man. Even the mere sight of my eyes could stop a man in his tracks.
He tried to take off took off my veil and said. “Let’s see what is under the veil!”
I tried to stop him but it was too late. “No!”
Bashar was stunned. I didn’t if my heart could beat any faster. I felt like this was the end of road. I had finally gotten to see the warlord but it was too late. I thought about running but I didn’t want to make him even more upset. He could shoot me right there and then.
The man could do all kinds of horrible things to me. I could be executed by a firing squad. He could hang me from a tree. Worse, he could have me tortured. They would think I was some sort of spy instead of a photojournalist.
The man would feel so insulted that I had even managed to get so close to him. He could have me stripped and flogged in the middle of the street. Cross-dressers were stoned in countries like these. I nearly cried from the thought of being humiliated and killed.
Finally, the warlord smiled. “So you are the beauty who has been hiding from me.”
I would’ve breathed a sigh of relief if the situation wasn’t so precarious. Breathing heavily, Bashar’s arms felt my curves. His eyes were glued to my body. I knew he wanted to fuck me so badly. Nonetheless, I needed to direct his desires.
“Please don’t!” I said, stopping him from going any further. I remembered my first sexual encounter with a man. I needed to seduce him with my innocence. Hopefully, Bashar liked anal sex as well. “I am a virtuous woman.”
“I like religious women,” he said with a laugh. The man took off his gun holster and left it on a nearby table. “Very well, I will take you from behind. But first, I need you to use that pretty little tongue of yours.”
The warlord guided me onto a nearby bed. He sat down and took out his cock from pants. Then, he grabbed me by the back of my neck and placed me right over his shaft.
The warlord stopped to admire my curves. My cock grew hard and nearly threaten to spring out from beneath my robes. I needed to focus on the task at hand.
Literally.
My heart thundered as I massaged the length of his cock. Bashar groaned at my skillful touch. He applied pressure on the back of head and made me take more of his prick.
The man was growing hard. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I reached down to cup his balls and give them a squeeze. Bashar let out a loud groan.
He had the biggest cock I had ever seen. My lips could barely contain his girth. Yet, I knew I had to please him if I wanted to survive.
I sucked him without mercy. By now, I was used to oral sex. I didn’t gag when he went deep inside of me.
I almost forgot I was here to take a photo of him. My camera was still hidden under my robes. I figured I could get him to came and snap a photo when he was recharging. They never taught me this in photography class at college. It was a hell of a way to take a photo of this elusive warlord!
I cupped his balls and looked at Bashar’s eyes. For a bloodthirsty tyrant, the man was so vulnerable. His gun was so close to my hand. I could easily blow his brains out and make a run for it.
Of course, I was a photojournalist, not an assassin. Even if I worked up the nerve of killing him, there was no way I would get out of the palace alive. I needed to get him off if I wanted to make it through this alive.
Bashar groaned loudly as I suckled him. His hands cupped my clothed buttocks. I prayed he didn’t try to place a hand under my bra or panties. It was time to put this show on the road.
I broke off of him and turned around. I placed a hand on the hem of my skirt and said. “Please make love to me from behind!”
I noticed his admiring eyes ogle my ass as I lifted up my skirt. The man could barely hold back his impatience. With a small sleight of hand, I dropped my panties and quickly tucked my cock between my legs. I brought my thighs together to hide my balls as well.
Nonetheless, Bashar was too stricken with lust to notice the lack of a cunt between my legs. I couldn’t blame the warlord. I caught my reflection in the mirror and saw how beautiful I looked. Time in the harem had allowed me to get more in touch with my feminine side.
I laid stomach down on the pillows. I saw that Bashar’s cock was slick with my saliva. It was long and painfully stiff.
I watched him press the tip against the rosebud of my ass. He slowly pushed in past my tight hole. My body flared up with desire in spite of the dangerous situation. Or the danger was making me feel aroused. Perhaps, I really had the heart of a woman.
Finally, he thrust into me. “AH!”
Blood rushed to my head as his prick dug into my ass. It was utterly spellbinding. His cock pulsated with warmth inside of me. We began a steady rhythm as he reentered me. His hands groped my padded bra and were satisfied with their feel.
It was as if we were both trapped in a trance. Together, we bounced and groaned on the bed. I had to resist the overwhelming urge to touch myself. I couldn’t give away my identity at this perilous moment.
I tried to play along and moan my approval. It wasn’t too hard to do. I was actually beginning to enjoy this. I needed to give him the fuck of his life if I wanted to get a good photo of him.
The man was more vigorous and rough than the men that came before him. We were practically fucking like animals. My own cock was getting hard from the intrusion. I loved the feel of his prick penetrating the depths of my ass. My moans and gasps echoed in the bedroom as he ravaged me. I had to resist the urge to reach down and stroke myself in time with Bashar’s thrusts.
His cock welled up in my tight nether orifice. Bashar groaned as my ass converged on his prick like a noose. His hands dug into my hips as he entered me with powerful thrusts.
I grew light-headed from the sheer amount of fucking I had been subject to. My knees buckled under the weight of Bashar’s heavy thrusts. A shiver of pleasure ran up and down my spine. God, it felt so good. My life felt so complete now that I was a woman.
In a sudden burst of energy, Bashar pressed me against the bed and fucked me even harder. I completely surrendered myself to his frenzied thrusts. I needed him to quench the fire in me.
His swollen tool pressed the walls of my ass as our bodies rocked back and forth. Together, we pushed and pulled. His prick filling me with his fiery passion. His pubic hair rasped against my bare ass.
Finally, Bashar came hard inside of me. His nails dug into my skin as his prick throbbed. He shot wave after wave of warm semen into the depths of my ass.
He wasn’t the only one. I came hard at the peak of my pleasure. My body convulsed as waves of pleasure pulsed through me. My mouth was half open as it struggled to make out a sentence.
Inside my robes, I spurted out my load. My
warm semen plastered the inside of my skirt. I was thankful for the fact that it was hidden from view. Otherwise, the whole damn bed would’ve been sticky with my hot come.
My eyes were closed as Bashar sped up his strokes so his climax matched mine. Together, we collapsed into an exhausted heap of ecstasy.
The man had his arms around me which made it difficult to slip away. With a little bit of effort, I got free and took out my camera. It was the perfect time to take a photo. After fiddling with the settings, I snapped a few photos of him. Bashar was too tired to even notice.
I wondered how I would explain my story to others in the press. I had single-handled infiltrated a fortified city in war torn Syria and taken a point blank photograph of one of the most notorious warlords in the region.
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