Third and last part of this story whose first two chapters were published more than two years ago.
A new extended version of the first chapter was published about two weeks ago, and a new version of the second chapter should have been published a few days ago, but the administrators have simply replaced the text in the original publication, so if you want to read it you have to enter that story.
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All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
Tourist Lost in Time 3
"Did you still think I'd told you a story?" Khaled asks me, noticing that my gaze is focused on the picture on the wall. "It's all completely true, I'll show you more evidence to confirm it," he adds, pulling a small box out of one of the cupboards.
He places the box in front of me and opens it, causing me to let out a cry of surprise.
"I don't know why those items were transported with me, while others didn't," Khaled tells me, starting to take the items out of the box. I instantly recognize the first two, a pair of Ray-Ban aviator glasses from 1940, one of the most well-known and reproduced designs in the world, and an A-11 watch in perfect condition.
The other objects are equally familiar to me, military identification card, military passes, some maps, and an 1870 Colt 45 in black with an ivory handle.
"It's not the standard weapon of the army, but we in the intelligence services have a wide berth about the weapons we use in our missions, and it's said that this one belonged to General Custer," Khaled explains to me, closing the box before I'm tempted to try to grab the revolver.
"What do you want from us?" I shout.
"The truth is that I don't know;" he replies as he puts the items back in the box, "From your sister Laura just fucking her, I thought that being a 21st century girl would be different, but she is even more submissive and accommodating than the young women of this era, although if it weren't for the Emir calling her to his rooms every night he wouldn't stop fucking her."
"As for you, I really don't know," he says, closing his eyes for a few seconds. "I don't even know why I've told you everything, and I've shown you this and what I really look like, maybe it's because you're some kind of spy just like me and you understand what it's like to live incognito and hide your true face from people," he explains. "Or maybe because you remind me of that nurse, I shared those last few nights with in my time."
"I don't know, but I think you can help me figure out how to get home," he says, opening a door that leads to a room with walls covered in drawings and a map.
"Nor was I the first to fall asleep and wake up in the past," Khaled tells me, "I have found evidence of at least two men and a dozen women, though I believe many of them are the same, the oldest dating back to glorious Carthage in an undetermined year, and it is the one that has left the most documents, any trace of her is lost a couple of centuries ago in Constantinople, the men barely appear for a dozen years, although all that time until her death is fairly well documented."
"Why do you think I can help you, and especially why do you think I would?"
"I think you can help me because, according to what your sister told me about your work at the F.B.I., you are an analyst, and you are used to handling data and deciphering notes and codes," he answers my first question. "And you're going to help me because if I don't, I'll make Laura's life a living hell, and believe me in this day and age, that's saying a lot," he answers my second question.
"But all that can wait;" he points out closing the door to the room, "Now I want you to kneel down and suck my cock, then I'm going to fuck you and discover unknown pleasures."
Following the plan, I have set for myself, I kneel obediently at his feet, although after having heard his words about how submissive and obedient my sister is, I will have to do something so that he does not tire of me.
I pull down his pants and release his cock, still not completely hard, but already quite intimidating, I gently begin to lick its full extension, bringing only his bud to my mouth, caressing his testicles with my fingers. From Khaled's reaction I realize that no one has ever given him a blowjob the way I am giving him, and I smile knowing that it is a beginning to achieve my goal.
After several minutes licking the entire length, the cock is completely hard, and I decide to put it in my mouth, I have seen how Lena or Lorna swallowed it completely and I have to be no less. Unfortunately, I'm not able to swallow more than two-thirds of the cock, and I realize that Khaled is going to hold my head to force it completely.
To avoid this, I bring one of my hands back to his testicles and start playing with them, gently scratching them and then squeezing them, as I expected, this game is too much for Khaled, who with a loud growl begins to cum in my throat.
I know I can swallow all of his cum without any problem, but I make a quick move and withdraw my head, causing the cock to come out of my mouth and release its last load of cum on my face, while the last remnants hit me, I open my mouth letting some of the cum fall.
"Damn bitch," Khaled yells at me, slapping me. "Next time you're either going to swallow all my cum or I'll make you suck it on all the palace guards."
"Perfect, maybe one of them is a real man," I reply, knowing that this will increase his anger.
"I hope you don't have that arrogant attitude towards the Emir if you don't want to end up sold to a brothel," Khaled threatens, "He likes his slave girls to be obedient and accommodating."
"Don't worry about that, if as I have heard from any of the girls in the harem, the Emir unlike others, is really capable of spending hours fucking his slave girls I will be happy to obey him in everything;" I say to Khaled challenging him.
"SLUT!" he yells at me giving me another slap, "You're going to see what it's like to be fucked by a real man;" he continues to yell at me as he grabs my arm and drags me to the bed by throwing me face down on her.
Without giving me time to get ready, Khaled gets on top of me and starts fucking me violently, not only am I not lubricated enough, but also my pussy is sore after all the orgasms that the slave girls took me to. I bite the sheets of the bed so as not to give him the pleasure of screaming, fortunately and despite having cum a few minutes ago, Khaled can barely stand it and cums in my pussy in less than five minutes.
"I'm sorry Rachel," he says starting to play with my, "I didn't mean to treat you like this, but I can't allow you to behave like that, it's one thing for you not to be a submissive and obedient slave girl like your sister and another thing for you to challenge me like that."
Khaled continues to play with my, and even though I try to resist, I orgasm minutes later.
