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I had just gotten off the flight when I received a call from Diego:
- Hi honey, I have some bad news for you.
- Congratulations, I haven't even arrived yet and I'm already having some problems, right?
- That's right, while you were in London some fool from the Foreign Office scheduled a visit to Jordan.
- Well, have a good trip then.
- Thank you for your kindness, but you'll be the one leaving on my behalf.
- If this is a joke I didn't like it very much, then I really want to see how you will manage to organize the trip on such short notice.
A laugh rang out from the other end of the phone.
- That was easy, just go to the Alitalia desk and you'll find everything you need. Sorry again for the 'bitch' but I had no alternative. Big kisses.
What I said next is easily imaginable; however, I certainly couldn't say no to my employer, landlord and lover.
At the Alitalia transit desk, a ticket to Amman was waiting for me, in tourist class, and a more substantial envelope; after checking in and arranging the transfer of my suitcases to the new flight, I had an hour or so to open the mysterious envelope.
Obviously, I found my passport with a visa allowing multiple entries to Jordan, and the agenda for the conference with the local chamber of commerce. To be honest, it wasn't that traumatic if we exclude the presence of our Foreign Minister, but I put my mind at rest and after a trip to the duty free shop, I boarded the plane.
After a four hour flight we landed in Amman, it was already 23.30 and the airport was not congested; after the immigration paperwork I went to collect my luggage.
It wasn't the first time I had visited Jordan and I managed to dribble through the luggage racks without any problems; I was almost out when a customs officer asked me if I had anything to declare.
- Just paper.
It was the classic answer with a tired smile, but this time it didn't work and I had to open the two suitcases, only at that moment did I realize there was a problem; the suitcase with my men's clothes went through quietly but the second one, the one with the women's clothes, surprised the officer who started asking me for explanations.
The situation was immediately precipitated because the English we spoke was different, my surprise and the late hour did not allow me to find an at least decent excuse.
In less than 5 minutes I found myself in a room that to call an office was an exaggeration, in the presence of two other officers who continued to threaten me and ask for explanations about the 'stolen' suitcase; since the situation was too complicated and was becoming thorny I decided to ask for the intervention of someone higher up who could speak better English.
After another two hours of waiting, a colonel arrived, very big, weighing at least 130 kilos, very angry and not very friendly; he threw the other officers out of the office and started reading the report they were writing.
- Well, I see that things are not clear at all, let's start again!
He opened the suitcase and examined all the contents, his gaze was cold and his expression did not make me understand what he was thinking; once the inspection was over, he sat down and asked me to explain why a man was traveling with a suitcase of women's clothing.
I decided not to make excuses and to present him the truth in as innocuous a way as possible, trying to figure out how to proceed from time to time.
So I described to him my predisposition to disguise, only in private of course, and the fact that I liked to pretend to be a woman.
- In our country homosexuals are not at all welcome and they are thrown out if they are foreigners.
His words were particularly scathing and the threat was not only veiled, but strangely enough it only succeeded in igniting in me a feeling of defiance.
- I know the customs of your country and it is not my intention to violate your ethics. My trip here is for work and my second suitcase travels with me only because it was not possible for me to leave it in Italy. Moreover, the Koran forbids a Muslim to have passive homosexual relations and since I am passive I would not break any law by being sodomized.
- Your knowledge of the Koran surprises me hardly you westerners make an effort to try to understand our customs.
- If it is just for this reason I can also go on saying that, always in the Koran, it is written that for a Muslim to sodomize an infidel is a merit that will be recognized in the moment of judgment with Allah.
- Of this I am not sure. However, the fact remains that your situation is delicate, what you have told me still does not prove that you do not try to concupt Jordanian men or women.
- As I have already explained, the clothes that are in the suitcase are only mine, I wear them and I am not looking for Arab women. Moreover I am only and exclusively passive so I have no intention to rape your fellow countrymen, if ever it would be the opposite. However, if you don't believe me, keep your suitcase at your offices and give it back to me when you leave your country.
There followed a long moment of silence in which the Colonel stared at me thoughtfully, at a certain point he took my passport and leafed through it carefully.
- You are a great traveler, I see visas for some Arab countries, countries of the Far East and Africa. I think I can accept your proposal, we will keep your suitcase with us, I will have you escorted to the Marriott hotel where you have a reservation. Do not leave Amman without informing my office and expect developments in the near future.
The following morning I began my propaganda tour with the minister and was caught up in the whirlwind of talks and various agreements.
The following morning I began my propaganda tour with the minister and was caught up in the whirlwind of various talks and agreements. On Thursday evening I found my suitcase in my room and a note announcing that the next morning the colonel would meet me at 9 o'clock for breakfast, after which we would have a 'talk' in order to clarify my position.
I can't say I slept well that night, a thousand different options were buzzing in my head and none of them were pleasant.
The next morning at 8.30 I was already at the restaurant waiting for the colonel, he arrived in perfect time and we started to serve ourselves at the self service exchanging some advice about food; we both took felafe with hummus, then we moved on to some white cheese with olives.
At the table I ordered coffee from the waiter while the military man, more traditionalist, asked for tea; while we were eating he congratulated me for my knowledge of Arab customs and further amazed me by quoting some of my phrases said during meetings with local industrialists.
He was showing me that he had great control over people in his country and, with some mention of my military record, also abroad.
After breakfast he asked me to come up to his room to discuss my situation in private based on the investigations conducted in the previous days; once we arrived he dropped his abundant body on an armchair:
- Well, let's take a closer look at your situation. The rabbi of my mosque checked his statements about relations between men in light of the Koran; it is not true that there is a rule that sodomizing an infidel leads to paradise, but various interpretations define a point of merit in forcing those who are not of one's faith to undergo 'inhuman' treatment.
I had no idea that he would do such a thorough check of my claims, and I mentally congratulated myself on not making up lies.
- Let us now turn to your claims of not having 'attacked' the purity of my fellow citizens and our women. You claim that the clothes in the suitcase are for your personal use, prove it to me.
Having said that, he got up, took some clothes from the suitcase and put them on the bed.
- Wear these clothes.
I picked up the clothes and went to the bathroom to change, even though he was an Arab, the colonel had very clear ideas about what could be considered feminine by Westerners.
I put on the lace stockings, the thong and the transparent blouse; then the miniskirt and the stiletto sandals; the dominant color was black.
Personally I added the brown wig with long hair, dark makeup and a flashy lipstick; I came out of the bathroom and introduced myself to my 'inquisitor'.
I remained almost five minutes under his gaze, a very long time during which I was examined from head to toe repeatedly; he made me walk, bend over to pick up various objects and finally asked me to serve him a drink from the bar fridge.
- I admit that the way you wear your clothes and move shows your sincerity, but I still don't understand why you do it.
- It's not easy to explain it, it's something I feel inside; I like to think I'm a woman and I love to receive those attentions that a man can give.
- Even physically?
- Yes, even physically.
A moment of pause, and then.
- Take off your skirt and lie face down on the bed, let's see if you are sincere.
Obviously I satisfied him, also because in the meantime I had a certain desire and I was curious to see how it would end, so I put a pillow under my belly and I lay down.
Thanks to a mirror I could see a bit of the room, I saw him take off his uniform remaining totally naked, he was big, in every sense, and his tool did not seem very sorry to be in front of the western buttocks.
He took from my suitcase the tube of gel that I used on these occasions and smeared his dick generously, walked over to the bed and spread my legs as wide as possible; he knelt down and pointed his cock at my little hole.
Its size was definitely above average and the cock did not want to know to enter, with his hands he spread my buttocks and began to give lunges to take me.
Suddenly he sank inside me and I felt completely full with all my muscles dilated, it was not as pleasant as the other times if we add his weight I felt crushed and blocked.
Luckily once he was inside he stood up on his arms and eased me a little bit, he started to move in and out and thanks to the movement he greased my whole hole that relaxed and started to give me a pleasant sensation.
He was big and every little movement caused me shivers of pleasure that made me tremble on the bed, in the meantime his pace became faster and his breathing more labored; my sensations always increased and he began to moan with pleasure to feel me so banged.
He must not have liked this, so he reached out a hand and covered my mouth preventing me from making any sound, I tried to free myself and as a reaction I got his rhythm to increase again as he penetrated me deeper and deeper; I was beginning to worry, his resistance was wearing me down when, without the slightest warning, he gave two particularly violent lunges and exploded inside me.
It was a very long orgasm, I could feel his cock twitching and squirting inside me, I felt myself filling up and his body abandoned on my back suffocated me, although in a very pleasant way.
I thought the demonstration was enough to make it clear that all my claims were true, but he did not agree; in fact he spent the whole day of Friday, his day of celebration, investigating deeply, very deeply, into my femininity.
When I returned to Italy three days later, I was properly escorted through customs, not as an 'undesirable' person but as a welcome guest deserving of attention.
- Hi honey, I have some bad news for you.
- Congratulations, I haven't even arrived yet and I'm already having some problems, right?
- That's right, while you were in London some fool from the Foreign Office scheduled a visit to Jordan.
- Well, have a good trip then.
- Thank you for your kindness, but you'll be the one leaving on my behalf.
- If this is a joke I didn't like it very much, then I really want to see how you will manage to organize the trip on such short notice.
A laugh rang out from the other end of the phone.
- That was easy, just go to the Alitalia desk and you'll find everything you need. Sorry again for the 'bitch' but I had no alternative. Big kisses.
What I said next is easily imaginable; however, I certainly couldn't say no to my employer, landlord and lover.
At the Alitalia transit desk, a ticket to Amman was waiting for me, in tourist class, and a more substantial envelope; after checking in and arranging the transfer of my suitcases to the new flight, I had an hour or so to open the mysterious envelope.
Obviously, I found my passport with a visa allowing multiple entries to Jordan, and the agenda for the conference with the local chamber of commerce. To be honest, it wasn't that traumatic if we exclude the presence of our Foreign Minister, but I put my mind at rest and after a trip to the duty free shop, I boarded the plane.
After a four hour flight we landed in Amman, it was already 23.30 and the airport was not congested; after the immigration paperwork I went to collect my luggage.
It wasn't the first time I had visited Jordan and I managed to dribble through the luggage racks without any problems; I was almost out when a customs officer asked me if I had anything to declare.
- Just paper.
It was the classic answer with a tired smile, but this time it didn't work and I had to open the two suitcases, only at that moment did I realize there was a problem; the suitcase with my men's clothes went through quietly but the second one, the one with the women's clothes, surprised the officer who started asking me for explanations.
The situation was immediately precipitated because the English we spoke was different, my surprise and the late hour did not allow me to find an at least decent excuse.
In less than 5 minutes I found myself in a room that to call an office was an exaggeration, in the presence of two other officers who continued to threaten me and ask for explanations about the 'stolen' suitcase; since the situation was too complicated and was becoming thorny I decided to ask for the intervention of someone higher up who could speak better English.
After another two hours of waiting, a colonel arrived, very big, weighing at least 130 kilos, very angry and not very friendly; he threw the other officers out of the office and started reading the report they were writing.
- Well, I see that things are not clear at all, let's start again!
He opened the suitcase and examined all the contents, his gaze was cold and his expression did not make me understand what he was thinking; once the inspection was over, he sat down and asked me to explain why a man was traveling with a suitcase of women's clothing.
I decided not to make excuses and to present him the truth in as innocuous a way as possible, trying to figure out how to proceed from time to time.
So I described to him my predisposition to disguise, only in private of course, and the fact that I liked to pretend to be a woman.
- In our country homosexuals are not at all welcome and they are thrown out if they are foreigners.
His words were particularly scathing and the threat was not only veiled, but strangely enough it only succeeded in igniting in me a feeling of defiance.
- I know the customs of your country and it is not my intention to violate your ethics. My trip here is for work and my second suitcase travels with me only because it was not possible for me to leave it in Italy. Moreover, the Koran forbids a Muslim to have passive homosexual relations and since I am passive I would not break any law by being sodomized.
- Your knowledge of the Koran surprises me hardly you westerners make an effort to try to understand our customs.
- If it is just for this reason I can also go on saying that, always in the Koran, it is written that for a Muslim to sodomize an infidel is a merit that will be recognized in the moment of judgment with Allah.
- Of this I am not sure. However, the fact remains that your situation is delicate, what you have told me still does not prove that you do not try to concupt Jordanian men or women.
- As I have already explained, the clothes that are in the suitcase are only mine, I wear them and I am not looking for Arab women. Moreover I am only and exclusively passive so I have no intention to rape your fellow countrymen, if ever it would be the opposite. However, if you don't believe me, keep your suitcase at your offices and give it back to me when you leave your country.
There followed a long moment of silence in which the Colonel stared at me thoughtfully, at a certain point he took my passport and leafed through it carefully.
- You are a great traveler, I see visas for some Arab countries, countries of the Far East and Africa. I think I can accept your proposal, we will keep your suitcase with us, I will have you escorted to the Marriott hotel where you have a reservation. Do not leave Amman without informing my office and expect developments in the near future.
The following morning I began my propaganda tour with the minister and was caught up in the whirlwind of talks and various agreements.
The following morning I began my propaganda tour with the minister and was caught up in the whirlwind of various talks and agreements. On Thursday evening I found my suitcase in my room and a note announcing that the next morning the colonel would meet me at 9 o'clock for breakfast, after which we would have a 'talk' in order to clarify my position.
I can't say I slept well that night, a thousand different options were buzzing in my head and none of them were pleasant.
The next morning at 8.30 I was already at the restaurant waiting for the colonel, he arrived in perfect time and we started to serve ourselves at the self service exchanging some advice about food; we both took felafe with hummus, then we moved on to some white cheese with olives.
At the table I ordered coffee from the waiter while the military man, more traditionalist, asked for tea; while we were eating he congratulated me for my knowledge of Arab customs and further amazed me by quoting some of my phrases said during meetings with local industrialists.
He was showing me that he had great control over people in his country and, with some mention of my military record, also abroad.
After breakfast he asked me to come up to his room to discuss my situation in private based on the investigations conducted in the previous days; once we arrived he dropped his abundant body on an armchair:
- Well, let's take a closer look at your situation. The rabbi of my mosque checked his statements about relations between men in light of the Koran; it is not true that there is a rule that sodomizing an infidel leads to paradise, but various interpretations define a point of merit in forcing those who are not of one's faith to undergo 'inhuman' treatment.
I had no idea that he would do such a thorough check of my claims, and I mentally congratulated myself on not making up lies.
- Let us now turn to your claims of not having 'attacked' the purity of my fellow citizens and our women. You claim that the clothes in the suitcase are for your personal use, prove it to me.
Having said that, he got up, took some clothes from the suitcase and put them on the bed.
- Wear these clothes.
I picked up the clothes and went to the bathroom to change, even though he was an Arab, the colonel had very clear ideas about what could be considered feminine by Westerners.
I put on the lace stockings, the thong and the transparent blouse; then the miniskirt and the stiletto sandals; the dominant color was black.
Personally I added the brown wig with long hair, dark makeup and a flashy lipstick; I came out of the bathroom and introduced myself to my 'inquisitor'.
I remained almost five minutes under his gaze, a very long time during which I was examined from head to toe repeatedly; he made me walk, bend over to pick up various objects and finally asked me to serve him a drink from the bar fridge.
- I admit that the way you wear your clothes and move shows your sincerity, but I still don't understand why you do it.
- It's not easy to explain it, it's something I feel inside; I like to think I'm a woman and I love to receive those attentions that a man can give.
- Even physically?
- Yes, even physically.
A moment of pause, and then.
- Take off your skirt and lie face down on the bed, let's see if you are sincere.
Obviously I satisfied him, also because in the meantime I had a certain desire and I was curious to see how it would end, so I put a pillow under my belly and I lay down.
Thanks to a mirror I could see a bit of the room, I saw him take off his uniform remaining totally naked, he was big, in every sense, and his tool did not seem very sorry to be in front of the western buttocks.
He took from my suitcase the tube of gel that I used on these occasions and smeared his dick generously, walked over to the bed and spread my legs as wide as possible; he knelt down and pointed his cock at my little hole.
Its size was definitely above average and the cock did not want to know to enter, with his hands he spread my buttocks and began to give lunges to take me.
Suddenly he sank inside me and I felt completely full with all my muscles dilated, it was not as pleasant as the other times if we add his weight I felt crushed and blocked.
Luckily once he was inside he stood up on his arms and eased me a little bit, he started to move in and out and thanks to the movement he greased my whole hole that relaxed and started to give me a pleasant sensation.
He was big and every little movement caused me shivers of pleasure that made me tremble on the bed, in the meantime his pace became faster and his breathing more labored; my sensations always increased and he began to moan with pleasure to feel me so banged.
He must not have liked this, so he reached out a hand and covered my mouth preventing me from making any sound, I tried to free myself and as a reaction I got his rhythm to increase again as he penetrated me deeper and deeper; I was beginning to worry, his resistance was wearing me down when, without the slightest warning, he gave two particularly violent lunges and exploded inside me.
It was a very long orgasm, I could feel his cock twitching and squirting inside me, I felt myself filling up and his body abandoned on my back suffocated me, although in a very pleasant way.
I thought the demonstration was enough to make it clear that all my claims were true, but he did not agree; in fact he spent the whole day of Friday, his day of celebration, investigating deeply, very deeply, into my femininity.
When I returned to Italy three days later, I was properly escorted through customs, not as an 'undesirable' person but as a welcome guest deserving of attention.
