Dubai Porta Potty Stories Novels & Stories

I won't let another bad news kills my parents, I don't want to repeat what happened to dad. Skye's pov The sun is starting to set down and so as the city are getting crowded due to so much tourist and visitors roaming around the city to enjoy the night life here in Dubai. I am amazed by what I am seeing, after more than a decade I finally saw the Dubai at night for the very first time. It looks luxuriously amazing and so as the happiness in the faces of people coming from different places across the globe.

the old man said, pointing. “How much?” “Five pesos for pee, ten for poop,” he answered bluntly. “Ah, okay, thank you,” I said awkwardly. Lazarus guided us to the restroom. Zon was young but finicky; we needed to follow proper procedure. “Your payment?” the old man asked as Lazarus opened the door for men and helped Zon. I checked my pockets—no coins. “What? No money? You look rich,” the man grumbled. “I have some, wait—”

Cum leaked constantly even with the plugs pushed back in after each load. They used us as toilets in the middle of the room. Mom and I knelt side by side, mouths open, while all the men pissed on our pregnant bodies and faces. I swallowed as much as I could, coughing and crying but still begging for more cock right after. Mom licked piss and cum off my belly while they watched.

She woke up to the sound of men laughing, and gambling and the strong smell of alcohol and cigarette smoking that made her tummy churn. "Hey, look walkie talkie is awake," Gogo said. "I Need to use the bathroom," Nasreen said firmly. "Does this place resembles somewhere that has a bathroom? Na toilet we get o, no dey yarn paps for us, Otis show her the place." Their leader ordered.

All of a sudden, Nathan came in and threw a packet of diapers at him. "These are Taurus' leftovers, you can use it as you like." Anthony was speechless. After Nathan left, Anthony stared at the diaper for a long time and decided that it was better to secretly stock it up. Just in case... Ever since this incident, Sahara became globally famous. After all, she was the first national athlete to experience incontinence in the pool. She had an epilepsy episode the last time, and it was incontinence now. What was going to happen next time?

Early morning dew would enter places it wasn't supposed to. Cockroaches ran across the floor as I opened the door. The stench was unbearable. The sight even worse. All the toilets were overrun with human waste. And we were the animals. Turning up my nose, I glared at the floor and quickly exited the bathroom. Peeing my pants sounded more pleasing than sitting down in such a place. The inner parts of town had the nicer bathrooms, whilst the back roads only contained unknown viruses. Welcome to South Africa ladies and gentlemen. Julian came jogging towards me as I exited the bathroom. His long legs took enormous strides, bulging muscles beneath his jeans. My eyes suddenly found the pavement mo

I give a short laugh "Jonathan, I'm an Arab, but I'm a reasonable man," he pauses in front of the elevator. "I don't suffer from a passion for football, politics, or religion. I'm more like a whore. Whoever gives me more money gets me." I burst into a loud laugh, forgetting where I am. I look around and see the receptionist smiling too much at me. The fate of a rich guy... in Dubai, even more so! "Mr. Jonathan, may I speak to you?" The engineers would start with their brown-nosing. "Just give me a moment, I need to send a message.

I rushed back to the sofa where I had left the phone when I wanted to sleep and opened it. Womb sharer: We just arrived at the Dubai airport and are waiting for our connecting flight. Some jpegs were attached to the message he sent, and I opened them and was greeted by his pictures; he had also sent the one he took with a lady. With a fan, he had tagged it, and I almost gagged. The lady was looking at him with those dreamy eyes, and I am sure she was already picturing what their wedding would be like and planning it. She wouldn't even mind getting into his pants just because they all want a taste of him.

"Do you know how to give a blow job?" My eyes enlargened and the cold liquid gushed down the wrong pipe. With my palm reflexively plastered against my mouth, I coughed, spilling some water out of my mouth. "Sorry, bambina." "What the fuck?" I mumbled, feeling my intestines twisting around themselves. "A bunch of gentlemen had flown in from Dubai and they are paying hundreds of dollars just for girls to give them a blow job." He explained and stopped in front of Trenton's Inc. "So what do you say?"

He knitted his brows. "I mean, I want some chicken." I bit my lip. He nodded and grabbed his phone on the near table. He pressed it on his ear and I assumed he was talking to the maids. Dubai is such a beautiful place. The tall and huge buildings were such a sight to behold. We also did a lot of activities. We cycled around Al Qudra Lakes, kayak through the Abu Dhabi Mangroves and we visited Hatta Wadi Hub. We stayed in Dubai for a week. When we got home, Greval mentioned about the university I am going to go to.