| Arabian Nights.I still hadn't quite got used to the heat of the city. Marcus, who ran the Middle Eastern end of the company, told me that it was much nicer out in the desert, drier and less humid. That part of the upcoming trip I was looking forward to, spending a weekend in the desert in the traditional nomadic tent of the person The Company was trying to impress and as a consequence sell several million dollars worth of executive jet aircraft to was not my idea of how to spend a marvellous time; I kept having visions of dining on "...ripped out sheep's eyes..." my fault for listening to all those Souxie and the Banshees records as a student I suppose.Still, my host, Sheikh Mohammed Hassan Al Bakir, seemed a pleasant enough fellow. I'd first met him at the airfield. I was piloting our flying sales demo model when he'd come forward and asked to take the controls. For someone who wasn't type rated on executive twins he flew very well, only later I found out that he'd flown fighters for his country's airforce; indeed it was rumoured that he'd flown during that little contretemps over in Kuwait a couple of years back. Anyway we'd got to talking, I took him through a full power stall and recovery and after we landed he invited me to stay for the weekend.The Company, needless to say, was utterly delighted that we got along so well. The day before I was due to go I was summoned to Marcus' office, for a little pep talk on sales procedure I assumed and so I'd got my macho "I'm a pilot not a salesman." speech all prepared; hell I even wore my Ray-Ban's in a vain attempt to look like something out of "Top Gun". The speech wasn't quite what I'd expected."I had a message from the head of personnel this morning about an hour after I'd told Head Office that you would be spending the weekend with the Sheikh." Marcus McBride looked a little uncomfortable behind his desk and he looked at me strangely. "This was after I received a phone call from His Excellency's aide asking if you were able to ride horses and as I couldn't get in touch with you I asked personnel if they know.""Ah..." I mustered, I had an inkling as to what was coming next."I got this back on the email net, complete with encryption about thirty minutes ago, would you care to explain?"He handed me a sheet of paper that I read out loud, first checking that his door was closed. "Confirmed that Peter is able to ride, in fact personnel tell me he holds a British Horse Society Assistant Instructors certificate. However please press upon Peter the importance of this initial order and tell him to keep his hands off the ponies! Signed, oh look, by the MD herself."I handed it back to Marcus with a smile whereupon he dropped it into a shredder by the side of his desk. "Keep your hands off the ponies?""Tell the MD that I'll be the very soul of discretion.""How about telling me - and where did you find time to gain a riding instructor's qualification.""Well my SO runs a stable and I just picked it up as I went along. As to the rest, you're a Presbyterian aren't you?""Aye," Marcus' dropped deeper into his native Glaswegian accent as it seemed to do when he was under stress."Then probably it's better if you don't know, just tell the MD I'll be a good little company man."Marcus flopped back into his seat and waved me away, "Away with you, just don't mess this up!" Of course the company had found out about me quite quickly. A little private detective work, monitoring the phone calls I made. Predictable I suppose as they had a lot of government work. It was a bit of a surprise to be called into the MD's office and to have her address me by the handle I used on a couple of bulletin boards. The upshot of that conversation was that whereas she didn't mind what I got up to (in fact she confided that she found the whole idea rather exciting herself, which did come as a shock)! I had to report any attempts to blackmail me should be reported to her immediately and they would "deal with it." As I said these people had extensive government involvement with several countries and there were dark rumours voiced about what had happened when people had tried to get secrets from company employees before. So there I was, and there can't be many zoophiles in the world with assorted secret services looking after them. Anyway, I imagined that this place would be all camels and sheep anyway - now I may be a zoophile but I have taste!* * *So there I am on a Friday evening in the lobby of the Hilton - have you ever noticed that the lobby of every Hilton anywhere in the world is the same? The locals, whom I have a lot of respect for as individuals but whose religion gives me the willies, have been doing the bowing and scraping Meccawards to the intro of "Shah Shah a Go Go" and I have been quietly humming "Rock the Casbah" to myself when the Sultan's aide comes over to me and asks if I'm ready."Sure, shall we go?""At once, I have a car ready to take us to the airfield."I thought that I was in for some more flying work and was about to ask to retrieve my flight bag when Abdul, or whatever his name was pipes up again.""His Majesty has arranged a military transport for you."Marvellous, I thought, a flight in a DC3 to God alone knows where in the desert.Wrong.Half an hour later I am walking across the tarmac dressed in a g-suit which, get this, has my name on the front and a major's pips on the sleeve out to a Desert-Storm coloured Tornado-G1. Suffice it to say that a very rapid half hour flight took my small pilot and I out to a desert military strip seemingly miles from anywhere where I am met by aide number two and taken to a rather nice set of quarters."This is our special training base," he explained, "comes in very useful." He proceeded to serve tea and then asked what seemed at the time a rather odd question."Tell me sir, have you ever worn Arab dress.""No," I reply, "I'm afraid I haven't.""I had better instruct you sir, I'm afraid that His Majesty is very particular about the clothes worn at his retreat."This weekend was taking a very peculiar turn I thought as I was helped by the fussy attendant into the strange clothing. I actually found that the traditional Arabic sheet and tea-towel on the head was surprisingly comfortable and cool although catching a sight of myself in a mirror I did think that I looked less like Lawrence of Arabia and more like a Peter of South London on his way to a fancy dress party. Little did I know that the weekend was about to take a much more interesting turn. "If you are ready sir..."I was and was lead out and across the small compound. I caught the scent first, carried on a wafting of hot desert wind, heard a soft snort and sand-muffled hoofstamp. Ah the ponies at last! There's something about the scent of horses that raises a lump in my throat, and quite often a lump elsewhere. I should have been ready when I rounded the corner but I wasn't.She was exquisite.Pearly dappled-grey she stood untethered in the shade of a low wall by a water-trough: her dark doe-like eyes looking with interest at the creatures that came towards her, a darker grey silken mane spilling down her proudly arched neck, muscles playing in firm bunches under her sleek, rippling hide. I caught her scent of her sweat once more, rich and musky in the desert air and I felt the peculiar knot of excitement in the pit of my stomach, the same tense excitement I had felt for the first time on a balmy English summers night as I crept across a paddock towards where my first lover lay so many years ago. The mare pawed the ground and snorted softly but she did not fret at our approach as we drew closer."Oh wow!" I managed to mumble somewhat inanely, words failing me at the sight of the perfection of the Arabian mare before me."She pleases you Sir?" the Sheikh's man enquired politely."She's beautiful," I murmured, still captivated by the sleek apparition before me, "I can see why your people produced so many poets with such as she to praise.""Thank you Sir," he sounded a little shocked at what I'd just said; looking back on it up until then he'd probably had me down as an ignorant foreigner. "Her name is Sahraa Ibn Awaasif. In English that would be...""Desert Storm." I interrupted. We had reached her now and slowly I held out my hand to her, palm downwards. She reached forward and sniffed it before nuzzling it with her soft lips."You speak Arabic?""I picked up a little here and there." I didn't look at him now, all my attention and my will was focused on the gorgeous creature before me."She was born on the night that the war started, His excellency thought it was an appropriate name for her."*"So do you live up to your name, Storm of the Desert?"* I thought to her. I was only slightly astonished when she lifted her head from nuzzling my hand and snorted haughtily. "His Excellency will meet you on the way to the oasis. If you follow the road that leads from here you will come across him. Please don't wander from the road though, it's a very big desert." I turned to shake the aide's hand and thanked him before swinging myself into the saddle. I would have liked to familiarise myself more with my companion before taking the liberty of riding her but I figured that a military compound was probably not the best place for that sort of thing. Fortunately the Arab mare was a forgiving should who took no offence at my lack of manners and with a gentle nudge of her flanks she trotted towards the gate and out onto the desert track. Once out of sight of the airfield I slowed her to a walk, then a halt and patted her neck, she in turn bent her neck down and round to nibble at my foot. I called her name softly in Arabic and her ears pricked backwards at the sound of my voice. "Would you mind if I just called you Sara?" I asked her out loud. She didn't seem to object. I nudged her onwards and she set off with the sand-shuffling gait of her kind that made her look as though she floated across the desert. Now was the time to trust her and to make up for my former indignities. Closing my eyes I dropped her reins and let her guide herself. Slowly I began to merge with her, the gentle rocking movement as she slipped across the hot sands easing me downwards and out of the frame of reference so familiar to every day existence. With mind and spirit I reached out for hers and found it, strong and steady below me. Breathing deeply now I called her and she answered, whickering softly, her spirit rising at my voice, willingly merging with mine as we rode the shining desert together. Steadily I let the vision fade and opened my eyes, my hands spread in benediction to the Mother of All. Sara had stopped and twisted her neck to look at me with her soft eyes. Quickly I slipped from her back and hugged her neck. She hugged me back, pulling me close with her head and pressing me to her chest."I think that we'll get along fine." I whispered to her, "Shall we carry on?"She let me go and I ran a hand along her silken flank before swinging myself up to her back. I suppose that there are those who would call it magic and imaginary nonsense but I had found over many years and many horses that it was more than possible to make contact with horses and other so-called animals on a very deep level and that from then on, if they had come to meet you, you would be friends. Strange I admit but don't knock it, it *works*. As though to prove it then Sara almost read my mind and broke into a fast trot, eager to be on our way. "OK then Beautiful," I said to her, "let's see how stormy you can be."Effortlessly she broke into a headlong gallop and I eased into a crouch over her neck, balancing her on the forehand to leave the powerful muscles of her hindquarters free to push us forwards. Even though the sand was soft under her hooves she made a very good turn of speed. Nothing would have given me greater pleasure than to get rid of her saddle and my unusual clothes and ride her surging body bareback across the desert. Still I contented myself with her company and the pleasure of the ride. I slowed her after a mile or so and I didn't know how far we'd have to go. She settled back into a fast walk, snorting the dust from her nostrils, her chest rising and falling as she recovered from the exertion of her run. I patted her neck affectionately and she turned and gave a little "harrrumph" noise and nibbled my foot again. We were definitely going to hit if off. I started to wonder how my host would view my interest in horses. Legend is always an unreliable guide when it comes to the sexual morals of a people but the Arabs were supposed to have a taste for animal pleasures amongst their other interests and so there was an inkling of a hope that Sara and I might get the opportunity to get a little closer over the next two days. I was determined not to mess up and jeopardise the chances of The Company shifting another multi-million dollar jet - after all I liked the protection I got from them. I must confess that I was beginning to get a little worried about being out in the huge desert with just my new-found friend for company. However she seemed to be quite content and knew where she was going so I let her have her head and let her take me, content for her to carry me wherever she wanted. We hadn't gone much further when Sara raised her head and whinnied, her call answered by another neigh.On top of a sand dune a blue-robed figure sat on another Arabian horse. He waved at me and dutifully I turned Sara towards him and trotted her up the dune's slope."Ah Peter, Salaam Walikem. I'm so glad you could come.""Walikem Salaam, Your Excellency." I answered, recognising the Sheikh and the traditional greeting as we drew level."Oh please, Hassan will suffice. The desert will have nothing to do with formality. Here all creatures are equal in her eyes."I caught sight of his gaze and for a second I thought I saw the flicker of a familiar fire. Perhaps the desert makes philosophers of all men"Come, let us ride."He lead the way over another dune and the ground underfoot became more rocky, before us lay a small oasis, really just a smallish, shallow pool of water rather than the grand palm tree fringed edifice I'd always imagined from boyhood tales of The Arabian Knights. Beside it a small herd of goats milled about and a cluster of tents fluttered in the hot breeze. Hassan proved the perfect host. His two elderly servants took our horses (but not before I'd made sure that Sara had got a good pat and a whispered word of thanks) served us sweet coffee and the Sheikh and I chatted about flying and other small talk. Later after we had eaten (and yes, it was goat on the menu!) the conversation turned to horses. Hassan seemed interested in my little herd at home, my miniature mare in particular. As the night drew on I began to suspect that his questions were getting a little close to the mark and my sixth sense that can usually spot a "fellow traveller" at a hundred paces started to quiver."Tell me," he said at last, "what do you think of 'Ibn Awaasif?""She's quite something. I like her very much." I answered coyly."You rode her well, almost as though you were meant for each other.""Well I did sense that she liked me from when we met, we just took to each other. I must say she's very well behaved.""Ah, I raised her myself, here in the desert. She is the daughter of my mare and I take a special care of my children."There it was! Whoop, whoop, whoop! Condition Red! Bikini state Black! DefCon 1... One ZooBird in positive track... Confidence is high at this time. I say again, Confidence IS high!"Your children?" I raised an eyebrow.He smiled back, "Oh yes, she is my child as much as my son who will be Sheikh after me. All my horses are special to me, as they are to you." With that he clapped his hands and I watched entranced as our two mares rounded the tent flap and wandered over to where we sat."Do not concern yourself, My Friend. I have many friends in your armed forces and they are happy to supply me with all kinds of information. They know about my tastes as they know about yours."I smiled, wondering for a moment just how many people knew. Wondering stopped however when Sara drew lever with me and lowered her head to my face and snuffled at me."Hello beautiful," I whispered and reached up to scratch her nose. She harrumphed at me in return and nuzzled my mouth with her own soft lips. Almost involuntarily I began to nuzzle her back, lapping at her, our lips and tongues meeting for a moment. Softly she breathed at me, her warm horse-breath smoky and rich in my nostrils. I breathed back so that she could smell me too, reaching up to caress the firm line of her jaw, the soft, short hairs slipping under my fingers.Then the moment was over, she raised her head but looked down on me, firelight reflected from the depths of her eyes."Lover?" I whispered.She replied with a snort and, stepping beside me she lay down on the richly patterned Bedouin carpet. I looked over to Hassan. His mare had already lain down and he caressed her neck. With that sixth sense that tells men when someone is looking at them he turned to look at me. "She is yours, My Brother. She wants you."I smiled in return, no words were necessary.Sara lay beside me now, forelegs tucked away neatly, her coat shining in the glow of firelight. If I wasn't hard before I most certainly was now, she was beautiful, exquisite. Her head turned to look at me, dark eyes beckoning me to her side, to touch her, to be with her. I began at the base of her ears, half scratching, half massaging them. My lover at home always enjoyed this and Sara did too, her neck stretching out and a soft snort of contentment echoing her pleasure. Slowly I moved down her neck, stroking and massaging her softly, whispering to her how beautiful she was and how much I lusted after her. As though she understood me she turned her head and nuzzled my crotch, her nose pushing through the folds of the Arabic robes. She seemed quite expert at this and I began to realise that this was not the first time that she had done this. I continued to caress her, my hands roaming across my withers as she pushed aside the folds of my clothing with her nose. A warm breath drifted across my cock, she'd found what she was looking for. With a soft groan I lay across her back, my cheek pressed against her warm neck, breathing her warm mare scent in deeply, bathing in her warmth, her luxuriance. Sara nuzzled down into my cock and balls, velvet soft lips pressing against my tender flesh. With infinite care I felt her lay her tongue upon me, wet and wide as it lashed across the tip of my straining cock; again she licked, pressing my manhood against my thigh. I moaned in pleasure at her gentle touch, her ears twitching in response to my cries and another wet lick bathed my cock and balls. My need for her grew with each touch of her talented tongue upon me, with each breath of her heady scent.Slowly I pulled away from her, rubbing my hand down her flanks to her belly. She looked up and over a shoulder at me, the firelight glinting in her ebony eyes. "My turn to please you," I whispered at her. To my surprise she rolled over a little further, her hind leg coming up into the air."Get between her legs," I heard Hassan call me quietly, "she's fond of... that." he gasped mid sentence and I peered over Sara's barrel. My host knelt behind his own mare, her tail raised and held in his hands as he entered her, pumping into her with long steady strokes. He obviously is a man who doesn't like to waste any time, either that or his mare needed him more urgently than mine did. Returning to Sara I lay down beside her, wriggling close so that our bellies touched, hide to flesh, warm and comforting. Bending my head down to between her legs I lapped gently at the two little teats that nestle there, their black skin standing out against her white hair. Taking them into my mouth I suckled at her, first one, then the other. Her scent was all around me now, her warmth enveloped me like a womb; for a moment our souls touched and merged once more and I suckled her like an infant foal, her foal, returning to the mother who nourished me, to the mother who gave me life. In that moment of bliss, our bodies pressed tight against each other, I lost myself to her, she was my dam, I her foal and instinctively we knew that this was meant to be.But a colt foal grows to a stallion, with a stallion's drive and needs. Sara nudged my rump, disturbing my dreams of warm mother's milk and soft straw-strewn beds. I took my hint and moved around her, edging forwards between her legs, careful not to put too much pressure on her. Slowly my tongue traced a route from her teats to her sweet pussy, tasting the salty traces of sweat there until at last her treasure was before me. Breathing her mare's scent deeply I planted two light kisses on her list, paying homage at her altar. With a sigh I licked gently at the velvet lips before me, along the length of her crevice, tasting her sweet readiness. It's hard, almost impossible to describe how she tasted, how any mare tastes, a golden, warm taste of sweet hay and smoke aged wood, beautiful and heady.As I lapped at her she snorted, her vagina flashing at me, the bottom of the lips curling upwards, the pink insides shining with her juices mine to see. A little spurt of her cream splattered onto my face, sending me wild with lust. With a snarl I buried my face in her, my tongue plunging between her lips and deep into her crevice, lapping at the honeyed walls within, bathing in her fluids. I felt her roll back, pinning me firmly to the ground but not crushing me. Reaching up I held her haunches, my tongue never leaving her beautiful cavern, darting this way and that, drinking her down like wine. With a little wriggle closer to her my tongue found her clit, and, lips pursed, I sucked on it, setting of a trembling spasm through Sara's body. Her lips winked again, seeming to pull me closer into her willing cavern, her taste was exquisite, a beautiful heady musk. My hands roamed the soft hair of her rump, clung to her firmness, her scent filling me, enveloping me in pleasure. With each wink I felt her body tremble, her whole frame shudder in the throes of every little orgasm as my tongue and lips played on her. Her warm body lay atop me, weighty and comforting my body crushed against hers, my cock hard against her heat, feeling her tremble in her pleasure.In time I felt her gave a great shudder and a soft sigh, the tenseness in her body relaxing, breaking like a sea wave upon the shores of lust. I knew that she must have come, I'd never had a horse ever do that with me before, in fact I'd heard it was impossible but there, in the light of the dying fire of a Bedouin camp of an Arab prince, my lover and me shared her moment of bliss. A glow seemed to spread from her, wrapping itself around us, drawing me closer, closer, into her very being to let me taste her pleasure. Slowly she rolled from me. With a last glance I moved from her pussy and lay beside her, head to head, feeling a slight pain in my ribs where she'd lain on me. Cradling her neck in my arms she laid her head upon my chest, her warm breath brushing care of the ache there away. Hassan seemed to have left us alone, him and his mare nowhere to be seen. We lay together for a while; the canopy of stars above us, the soft crackle of the lowering fire and the distant tinkle of the goats' bells by the oasis a gentle music of the night. I could have wanted for nothing else, my lover newly found lying beside me, I stroking her cheek, each looking into the eyes of the other, speaking in the language without tongues, speaking of things that no tapestry of words could convey even if it were spun with silk from the lips of the finest poets. Softly she moved her fine head downwards, ears flicking seductively, warm breath washing over my cock like a desert wind. Again she lapped at me, wide and wet, bringing my cock to hardness. Groaning I grasped a handful of her mane, my back arching and she licked my cock. As I collapsed back onto the carpet with a sigh our gaze met again and I knew it was time.Swiftly I rose and moved down across her, rubbing my body against her flanks, half crawling, half rolling down her body to her rump. Sara's tail flicked high into the air, a silken white fountain, bright and shining in the gathering dark, a beacon to guide my lust. I slid behind her, running my fingers through her tail. Her lips winked seductively at me as I caressed her tail, my hands falling to her snowy hindquarters, tracing the line of her hind leg, feeling her power. Her head raised she looked over her shoulder, her eyes willing me on. I smiled at her,"You are hungry aren't you, do you want something,"Her snort was almost a laugh, the toss of her head most certainly was.I edged forwards to her, taking my cock in my hand I touched its tip to her lips; together we sighed at the contact, a flicker of lust trembling through out bodies. Gently I ran it over the gates to her paradise and she winked back at me, trying to pull me in. I couldn't resist her any longer and with a hand on her flanks I eased forwards, my cock slipping into her depths, her honeyed walls closing around me, caressing with her powerful muscles. Slowly I backed out and eased in again, starting a gentle rhythm, her tunnel seemed to burn, wet and hot with her lust, lips flickering like flame, squeezing me tight, the ebb and flow of passion consuming us in lust's conflagration, each giving and receiving. Her delight was plain to me, I felt the pleasure flowing from her, her eyes glazing as she took me inside her, bathing me in her sweetness, the silken walls caressing my aching cock in a pleasure that screamed for release. She snorted in her pleasure and I answered her, my eyes closed in a welter of sensation, my body hers and hers mine. We were together, lovers and beloved. I quickened pace, sliding in and out of her as she winked her lips, smooth and deep I pleasured her until with a sigh it was time and my lust spilled into her willing frame.I lay deep in her, slowly lowering myself to curl over her back, her softness under me, holding me up. After a time I slipped from her and we lay together side by side once more. Together we touched, caressing in the afterglow of love, affirmations of affection, nuzzles and cuddling in the desert night air. I pressed against her and she against me.In time Hassan returned, his mare beside him."The first time should be special, something for you alone," he said. "You are well suited, I knew you would be.""Thank you," I replied, "she is..." I rubbed her ears and she pushed a soft nose into my chest "... something quite special.""And she is yours now my brother. I am happy for her now. She will make a fine lover and will bear you many children.""Inch' Allah," I replied, God willing.* * * Sara and I made love many times that weekend and Hassan was true to his word, within the week she had arrived in quarantine in England. The company were ecstatic that His Excellency had decided to buy not one but two of our aircraft and my Christmas bonus that year included a case of a particularly fine scotch. Six months later, quarantine over, I brought her home, much to the delight of my human SO who went dewy eyed at her beauty and the thought of the stallion she hoped we would get from her. But more than this the delight was mine and that night, with the winter stars of Albion shining through her stable door we lay again together, lovers reunited again, her warmth against me and together we slid back to the desert sands of Araby |
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