The sun was setting in the desert sky. The intense heat that had greedily torn the sweat from my body turned to the sharp edged cold that pierced every pore and twisted itself downward until it infused itself into my bones. I cursed my cockiness; I had spent my last dinars on a couple of pints of flat stale ale instead of a jerry can of gas. My contact had assured me that the place I sought was only a three hour drive into the desert and my fuel gage had said I had over half a tank. If had I only known that sand had gotten into the gage and frozen it, I would have made a better deal and gotten at least another two pints into me before leaving the trader's camp.
I was searching for someone, or something, called "Whore us". At first, when I was given the assignment, I assumed that my mission would take me to Thailand, but when I was given a ticket to Cairo, my hopes were dashed. My handler instructed me to go to this trader and he would give me the information that would lead me to the information that I needed to complete my mission. Damn confusing, but I had found all my jobs had been so why should this be any different? The jeep that the trader had lent me died an hour out and I decided to continue on foot rather than walking back. The trader had said that the company was leaving as soon as I was so going back would be moot.
As the night became darker, my rationality started to follow suit. I would collapse soon from exhaustion and wouldn't be getting up again. I had climbed sand dune after sand dune hoping that I was still heading in the direction I was supposed to. I reached the apex of yet another dune when my legs failed me and I fell in an uncontrolled tumble down the other side. I had expected to stop my roll in the face of another dune but as luck would have it; my downward momentum was brought to a halt when my torso slammed into a slim metal pole. I groaned. Who the fuck would put a pole in the middle of nowhere?
It took a few moments to catch my breath and for the lightning strikes that the jolt had created in my eyes to subside. I took a deep breath and slowly rose to my feet again. I studied the pole. It was about 3 feet high, maybe a 3" diameter and had a slim velvety rope tied to the bottom. I looked at the rope. It wasn't lying on the ground, it rose at an angle of about 45 degrees for about five feet and then simply disappeared; suspended by nothing in the air. My eyes had said that it wasn't there, but as I ran my hand along the top of the visible rope to where it supposedly ended, I felt that it didn't end. I used my hand to guide me a few more feet and I came to what felt like canvas though there was nothing there but another sand dune according to my eyes.
The dune opened up and the biggest galoot I'd ever seen stepped out. I came up to the man's overly muscular chest. I stepped back so that I could look up to his eyes. He wore a simple off white tunic that seemed a little too small as it seemed to be stretched on him. His skin was dark, but whether it was because of the desert sun or natural I couldn't tell; his specific features except for the white of his eyes were skewed by the faint light that was behind him. His voice was deep as he rumbled, "What do you want?"
I had nothing to lose, so I recited what the trader had written down for me; "I seek Fatima, oracle of the sea of sand and keeper of the nomad's light." In the faint light behind him, the smile that he cracked made his teeth seem all the more unearthly white.
"She is here," he said with a ceremonious tone, "remove your attire and enter." What the fuck? Remove my attire?
"Do you know how cold it is out here?"
"Indeed I do," the man replied, "but the Oracle sees only those who prove they have nothing to hide."
I mumbled that objects were actually quite larger than they appeared as I removed my pants, socks, shoes and shirt. I began toward the slit in the invisible canvas. With a slight "ahem" and a bored movement of his hand, my fedora flew off my head and onto my pile of clothes. He stepped aside and I entered.
The inside was huge, it had to be at least fifty feet across with velvet red curtained area contained in the center of it. The place was light by large candles molded the shape of penis' in a variety of shapes and sizes. It was also warm even though, as I took a quick peek back, the flap was open and the man was watching me intently. I heard a voice call from with in the velvet red curtain; "Come close and ask your question." The voice was husky yet feminine. It was enough to make my manhood begin to awaken from its sleep.
I walked up to the curtain and said, "I seek the whereabouts of Whore Us."
"Enter and you shall receive what you desire," was the reply. I found where the curtains were divided and stepped in. The curtain surrounded a ten by ten foot area. Several phallic shaped candles were lit at the edges of a mattress that took up the majority of the space. I stood on the ground before the mattress and looked at the owner of the voice. She looked to be maybe her early forties, long black hair, dark hazel eyes. She wasn't slim yet she wasn't obese. She wore nothing but painted fingernails. Her breasts showed the perkiness of an eighteen year old and as my eyes surveyed her body, I could see that she had smooth bare legs and her pubic patch was a perfect triangle. My penis gave a twitch but I tried to ignore its questions. She was lying flat on her back, her head turned toward me. "Come closer, my wandering one," she cooed, "and tell Fatima your desire."
I walked to the edge of the mattress and sunk down to my knees.
"Closer," she gently suggested, "and gain what you wish."
I knelt beside Fatima at her chest. I leaned over and traced her pussy lips with my tongue. Her legs spread apart and her hand started to caress my cock, its semi limpness quickly disappearing under her touch. I rolled my tongue around her clit, letting my saliva drip from it, forming a pool around her swelling pleasure nub. My saliva soon filled and started its journey to wet her luscious pussy lips. I let my tongue swirl the wetness from her clit, flicking her clit and taking it into my mouth and gently nibbling it. A moan escaped her. My tight ball sac loosened and dropped from the heat my desire was producing with in my lust filled head.
I took my hand and entered her moist hole with two and let my pinkie slide on her asshole. I could feel that her anticipation had made her juices freely flow and with each thrust of my fingers into her pussy made her asshole want the same treatment.
Fatima took a firmer grasp of my cock and started stroking up and down in time with my thrusts into her pussy. My tongue still laid siege to her clit and my pinkie was now entering her asshole with movement of my hand. I began to pump her harder, more forcefully. She bucked her hips releasing my fingers and tongue from their task and closed her legs.
