it, habibi?”

“Only if you want me to, Yussef. As you know I would not want to force you. Do you realize that this is the first time, my dear, that you have asked me without my first putting you on the spot?”

“Yes, my Sheikh,” he said as he pressed Fazzi’s fingers around his hardening cock.

“I guess the music and the belly dancer just got to me. I feel so horny now. At first I thought it was something you might have slipped into my drink or food. But, then, I remembered that on the way here, in the car, I felt that way.”

“Oh, my beloved, just hold onto those thoughts,” he stammered as Joseph cock jerked under his fingers. “We will be home in a few minutes–that is unless you want to check into a motel!”

“No, my Sheikh, you have me on your white stallion, carry me away to your desert tent and make love to me, master,” he moaned as he reached over and squeezed Fazzi’s crotch and placed his lips on his ear and nibbled on it. “We will go to your apartment. It is closer and we can be alone there. Too many of the motels in this area know me and there would be talk,” he said as he removed his fingers from Joseph’s crotch. “Now let me get us there in one piece.”

Five minutes later, they had parked the car in the garage and Joseph, grabbing Fazzi’s hand, pulled the Arab up the steps to his apartment. Inside he locked the door and enfolded the excited, but bewildered man into his arms and kissed him hotly and passionately. Kissing his lips, his eyes and his ears. Joseph started to pull the clothes off the panting middle-aged man. Exposing his chest and devouring the exposed neck and shoulders with kisses, nibbles and one or two hickeys. Joseph was driving him frantic. They were soon both undressed, their clothes thrown here and there. Joseph pulled Fazzi into the darkened bedroom and they rolled onto the bed together. Rolling over each other, kissing and hugging as their bodies became entwined seeking satisfaction and release.

“Yussef, darling, please, I want to fuck you!” Fazzi almost screamed.

“Fuck me? No! I can’t let you do that, my love. While I may call you, Sheikh and master, it is me who is to be the dominant one. And if anyone here is to be fucked, it will be you, lover,” he said as he drove his tongue in and out of Fazzi’s ear. “No, first you must submit to my will, as you claim to submit to Allah’s. You will do what I say and when I say it, is that understood?”

“And if I refuse,” he said. “What will you do?”

“But, you will not refuse. You know you want me to dominate you–you have from the start. Do you know how I know this?”

“No, But I’m sure you will tell me,” the quaking Arab said. “I may not get every detail right, but from what I can guess, your first and perhaps the only true love you ever had till now, was a high ranking army officer. He took your virginity and your love. He dominated you and caused you to do things that you might never have done, except with him. Then he either had to dump you because he became afraid to be exposed or more likely was