Letter to Afganistan

I have arrived safely in the UK. I was very seasick on the fishing boat and |I thought I would neer get the stink of fish out of my hair but we arrived at New Lynn quite safely.

The men were very nice and helpfuland they found me a job in a club. I have my own room with a bath and everything. It is a gentleman’s club where men pay myself and the other girls to be their wife for a while.

Sometimes I am told to put on a show for anyone who wants to watch and the rest of the time I am to available for any one to do with me as they like. It is so exciting watching the men come in. They are all so smart, very expensive suits and they all smell delicious, like they have a bath ever day, not like Uncle Faisal and the men at home! They smell worse than the camels breath!

The men sit around in black leather armchairs dinking alcohol like beer or bourbon whisky. I dress for their pleasure, with everything exposed like wives are supposed to preen. I have a uniform of a black corsets with underwired bodices that push up my boobies but leaves them exposed, Fishnet or sheer black stockings attach to the bottom of the bodice and very high heels and sometimes nothing else at all! It is so exciting watching the mens pants bulge as I walk by.

Sometimes I wear a long coctail dress over the top, sometimes a miniskirt so short it doesn’t even cover my pussy, but usually I just wear my “uniform”. It is against club rules to wear any knickers, being required to have my pussy and ass available at all times and leave myself available to be fucked in any hole, just like at home except I don’t wear a Burka and it is not just my brothers and cousins who fuck me..

Sometimes a kind and gentle, undemanding man will summon me, perhaps to ask me to fetch him some more alcohol. I return with a glass and lplace it on the side table next to his chair. Then I stand in front of him, awaiting any further instructions. Maybe he pats his knee for me to sit. I perch on his knee and he pulls me towards him. He kisses me, while his hands roam gently over my back and down to my bottom, giving it a firm squeeze, or perhaps easing a finger into my pussy arousing me before pushing me away and waving his hand to dismiss me, leaving me roused and frustrated at least for now.

Sometimes a man clicks his fingers at me. He points to the floor in front of him, ordering me to kneel, unzips his trousers, frees his cock, and grabbing my head roughly, he pulls it towards his crotch. I run my tongue over the tip of hs cock then open my mouth wide for him to push it between my lips. Sometimes it is a black cock, Imagine the Imman’s face if he saw me fucking a black negro cock. I work my mouth up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling back. I feel his cock stiffen to full hardness, he places his hand firmly on the back of my head, forcing me to take his cock deeply. I struggle to take his entire length angle, but the men are kind and gentle and do not force it into my throat. I use my hand to cover the part of his cock that is still outside my mouth and gently squeeze his balls. It is not long before I feel his cum spurting into my mouth. Obediently, I swallow, feeling slightly ashamed of wanting him to spurt in my pussy instead, to make a baby with a man whom I mean nothing.

He thanks me and kisses the top of my head. Perhaps he gives one of my exposed nipples a sharp pinch and then tells me to go. I have some alcohol which makes me feel lovely and warm a check my makeup and lipstick to make sure I am beautiful again ready to be summoned again.

Sometimes a man tells me to turn around to face away from him and to bend over. I do as he says and blush as I feel him staring at my bum hole and pussy, embarrassed at how exposed I must be. Perhaps he strokes my buttocks and fingers my bum before before he gives me a few sharp spanks with his outstretched palm. I gasp in pretend surprise, His spanks become harder and I feel my arse becoming warm and probably looking rather red. It hurts a bit but this just excites me. As he finishes, he rubs a finger over my pussy and turns me to face him. “You’re wet – you enjoyed that, didn’t you? Such a slut…”. He pushes his finger into my mouth and I suck it clean, tasting the wetness that betrays my arousal. I can see other men watching me and I know that there are others behind me who are staring at my red arse. “Go, slut,” he tells me, and I go away disappointed.

Perhaps I take my dildo and relieve my tensions with a wank or perhaps as I walk away, my arm is grabbed by another man.. He pulls me onto his lap so that I am straddling him then positions my soaking pussy over the tip of his massive black cock, his trousers are around his ankles and his cock is already covered with a condom. He eases me down until I have taken his entire length inside me. I moan softly in pleasure as he orders me to ride his cock. I need no encouragement, I need cock. I thrust down as he thrusts upwards until he cums leaving me needing more. Then he cruelly instructs me to kneel, remove the condom and clean his cock, which quickly softens as I lick every part of it. I frig myself with one hand as I do so but my orgasm does not come

I dispose of the condom and take a few minutes to clean myself up a bit and have a quick wank with my dildo ad maybe a douche with the shower head before checking my makeup again. I need to feel beautiful before going out again. I try to tell myself that this is just a job, but it is so exciting I woud do it even if |I had to pay! I am aroused by the control these men have over me, Perhaps I should feel shame at the way that they use me but I love it. I desperately hope that one of the men will choose to shoot his load in my puss to give me a proper orgasm before I go to my lonely bed.

Sometimes men are new to the club and don’t know how to behave. One ordered me to stand in front of him and then to slowly turn around. When I turn back to face him, he sits up and grabs my breasts firmly, one in each hand, squeezing and kneading the flesh. “Very nice firm tits, not huge, but enough to fill a hand…” His comments about my body make me blush, feeling even more exposed than if he was merely looking and feeling in silence.

Then his attention turned to my nipples, rolling them between his fingers and pinching them, smirking when I emit a squeak of pain. “I love seeing a girl with hard, sensitive nipples… They would look wonderful with a pair of clamps…”. His hands roam down my sides and my hips and he pulls me towards him, positioning me so that my feet are outside his feet and his knees are between my legs, keeping them spread wide. In this position, with his eyes focused so intently on my body, I feel exposed and vulnerable and so excited. His hand reaches between my legs, pulling on my pussy lips and rubbing a finger up and down my slit before pushing it inside me, quickly followed by a second finger and a third. “What a lovely, wet pussy, so tight and inviting… I wonder how many fingers I could fit inside you…” he muses, “…maybe another evening…”. He withdraws his fingers from me and reaches them towards my clit, rubbing gently until he hears me moan in pleasure. “No, not yet, girl… But come and find me nearer the end of the evening and I may consider giving you some relief, if you’ve been good.”

Perhaps a man asks me to bring him a glass of wine and a bottle of lube. I bring him the requested items and he orders me to turn around, bend over with my legs straight and rest my forearms on the footstool. This position leaves my bottom raised up with my head lower but keeps me fairly stable. Behind me, I hear him open the bottle of lube and then feel him rubbing the cold liquid around my bum hole, His finger pushes into my hole gently at first, then deeper and more firmly. When my tight hole begins to loosen, he adds a second finger, pumping them into me. He senses that my body is ready and orders me to stand up. I hear a condom packet being opened behind me before he stands behind me and guides the tip of his cock until it rests against my hole. He orders me to push back. I am grateful at least that I can control the pace as I begin to impale myself on his hard cock, pausing every so often to allow my body time to adjust. Eventually, I feel my buttocks resting on his legs. Realising that he is fully sheathed. He begins to thrust. I feel his cock sliding out of me. H slides out until ony the tip is in me, lines up his cock and slides it into me in one firm stroke. Although I am physically ready, I gasp in shock as I feel myself being stretched around him. He thrusts into me in hard, fast thrusts and it is not long before he reaches his orgasm.

I have so many more stories to tell dear sister. I do hope you can come and join me. I will send money as soon as I can. Don’t trust the French come across from Portugal to Cornwall like we did. It is uncomfortable but well worth it. I love my new job and look forward to you being beside me as we have sex like we did with uncle Faisal and Cousin Issy and their friends in Alhamabad last summer.

Your loving sister.