I met Ted when I was seventeen and working as a barista. Ted would come in each morning and always leave me laughing. I would learn later that he was much older than me, forty-two. Ted was always dressed to the nines and impeccably groomed. When he asked me to dinner, I was shocked and excited, as I've always had a thing for older men.

When we stepped into the five-star restaurant for our first date, I knew Ted would be getting laid after dessert. At dinner, I learned he was a very successful businessman and rich. I was impressed with his physical presence much more than his money. Ted was very dominant, and I was pretty submissive, so we grew close very quickly. When I turned eighteen, I moved with Ted to the desert southwest. Ted bought a sprawling ten-thousand-acre ranch with a newly built five-thousand-square-foot home. We moved in right before Covid hit, so I spent my days decorating our home while Ted tended to his businesses.

After three tense days in his office, he told me he had rolled the dice and bought a shipping company in Cyprus. Due to Covid, the company struggled financially, and Ted picked it up at a bargain price. The company still cost him almost a billion dollars, and he said this could be a make-or-break decision for his business.

Ted explained that Americans didn't own shipping companies, and foreign countries were reluctant to deal with Americans. It would take all his skill and diplomacy to be successful in this venture. So, I understood early how vital business success was to him. And that is where my story begins. As Covid let up and the world re-opened, shortages of consumer goods became a regular issue and provided Ted's new business with a unique opportunity. Ted began reaching out to Countries to secure contracts to haul their containers.

Unfortunately, many of them were ruled by dictators or Monarchies who held unfavorable views of Americans and their businesses. Finally, Ted talked someone in Abu-Dhabi into letting him pitch them on a deal. I'd never seen Ted so excited, although he said the head of the military, Major Siad-Salami, was against meeting an American and held great sway over the prince. One of the country's trade ministers planned the trip, and Ted and I would be the guests of the Prince at a State dinner, where the heads of several other nations would also attend.

Ted was excited at the prospect of meeting so many potential business contacts. The process was not without hick-ups, as the Major tried sabotaging the whole plan. Ted prevailed in the end, and we prepared for the trip. Ted alerted his pilot of the journey and got the proper credentials to travel, and we began to pack for the journey. Ted picked out his suits for the meetings and his Tuxedo for the state dinner.

The trade minister suggested that I wear the traditional dress for women in the country and offered to provide me with outfits for the different settings. Ted accepted against my wishes, and with that, I was left with little to pack except my teddies for bed and clothes for the plane rides.

As we left, there was electricity in the air. Ted had everything he needed, and I had been briefed on the country's customs and protocols. I quickly learned how little regard the men there had for women, which I found appalling. I wore a skirt, blouse, and head covering when we exited the plane.

We were met by several men, trade ministers, and such, who looked me over, sizing me up. It was very unsettling as they kissed me on the cheeks and pulled me close. I felt them undressing me with their eyes as I was greeted. I didn't mention it to Ted, not wanting to add to his stress. We were taken by limo to a beautiful estate by the palace, driving through the poor inner city on the way. Men, women, and children stopped to watch us roll by.

The people looked and dressed poorly, and my heart went to them. When we arrived, two servants greeted us. We were ushered inside the beautiful home while the driver took our luggage to our bedroom. One of the servants took me to my dressing room and opened a closet full of outfits for me to wear. I immediately noticed how sheer the outfits were, almost see-through. When I held my hand behind the material, I could see through it. I was alarmed and voiced my concerns to Ted.

"Ted, I can't wear these outfits in public; they are obscene," I cried.

"Honey, if they picked out local fashion, it must be what they want you to wear. Don't make waves, Becca," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Alright if you say so, but I'll be almost naked in these outfits," I fought to accept that these were normal.

"Well, if anyone can pull off that look, it's you, sweetheart," he said.

I took a nap during the afternoon while Ted made phone calls. Two women sent to help me dress for dinner that evening woke me up. They led me down a hall into a large room with a sunken pool. Inside the pool was a naked girl who motioned me to get in. The two women stripped me out of my clothes, and I joined the girl in the pool. The girl began to wash me as I stood there in shock. After I was bathed, the two women dried me off, led me to a table, and had me lie down.

They each had a small bottle of clear liquid, which they drizzled on me before rubbing it into my skin. It was a scented oil, which they applied head to toe. I can't describe the smell; it's more like a herb than a flower. When they finished, the women took me to a dressing area where they did my hair and makeup, but I couldn't see what I looked like without a mirror.

They took me back to my room and left me there. I quickly put on a bra and panties and looked in the mirror. I was horrified; with dark ruby blush and bright red lipstick, I looked like a whore. The women returned with my outfit for the dinner, but when they saw me wearing panties and a bra, they shook their heads and removed them.

"Wait, wait," I cried as I stepped out of my panties.

My head was spinning as one of them knelt and slapped my ankle, wanting me to pick up my foot. She slipped an elastic band over my foot, then did the same with the other foot. At my feet was a bunch of sheer white chiffon. When they pulled the fabric up on my legs, my eyes bugged out of my head.

"Oh, my God, I shrieked.

The material ran only on the outside of my legs. One of their hands reached around my waist and snapped the strings around my stomach. My mouth fell open when I saw my ass and pussy completely exposed. The only things covered were the outside of my legs and the small of my back.

"I can't wear this, I can't wear this," I screamed at them.

One of the women waved her hand at me as if to say don't worry about it. The other woman appeared with a small white piece of leather with gold rivets around the outside and clipped it to the thin string on my stomach. The leather shroud hung down between my legs and just barely covered my pussy. I stood there as they produced a silver chain breast cover.

They adjusted it so it just hung off my nipples, and they secured it in the back of my neck. I was hyperventilating when they slid a halter jacket on me. It covered my shoulders and upper back, but nothing in front. On my head, they had a white leather round hat with tassels that hung down around my head but rose above my eyes. In shock, they led me back into the house. I walked in, where Ted was dressing, and his servant bowed to me like I was a queen. Ted turned and looked at me.

"Wow, baby, are you ever going to turn some heads tonight," he said, laughing.

"Seriously? Ted, there's no way I can go out in public like this," I sobbed.

"Sweetheart, if that's what they picked out for you, it must be what they want you to wear," Ted reasoned.

"Are they trying to embarrass me?" I continued

"Becca, you'll be fine; I'll be there with you," Ted reassured me.

I dreaded the drive to the palace; the thought of people seeing me like this horrified me. We exited the limo and walked up the steps to the palace, past guards at the front door, who laughed after looking at me. We walked through marble pillars, and you could hear people talking. We reached the top of a tall staircase and looked down into a large gathering room, where the Prince and a group of officials were in a reception line.

People turned to look at us, and the room fell silent as we descended the staircase. Everyone was staring at me as I made my half-naked entrance.

I looked to see the men in tuxedos or military uniforms, The Prince in a flowing white and gold robe, the women in long, flowing gowns with colored sashes, and I dressed like a whore.

I wanted to die right there; I was so embarrassed. We got in the reception line as my eyes never left my shoes, and I was afraid to look people in the face. I got to the prince, who lifted my chin and smiled at me.

"My, you are a beautiful young woman; how old are you, my dear?" he asked.

"I'm twenty-one, Your Highness," I said, shaking.

"You must have lunch with me while you're in my kingdom," He said warmly.

"Yes, your Highness," I said, trembling.

Next, I met his sister, the princess.

"Hello, your Highness," I said, bowing my head.

She smiled at me and nodded.

Talking to the Prince, I had fallen behind in line, and Ted was four people ahead of me. I came to a large man in a military uniform, full of metals. He shook my hand and kissed my cheek.

"Do you like the outfit I picked for you, my dear?" he said, standing up.

I looked up at him, shaking in fear.

"Yes, sir," I said softly.

"Lift your vanity plate for me, dear," he ordered.

"What?" I asked, confused.

He took his finger and tapped the leather piece between my legs. I looked up at him as tears formed in my eyes and lifted the plate revealing my bald pussy.

" Ah, lovely. Yes, we'll get to know each other later, my dear," he told me with a lewd smile.

I got through the rest of the line without problems and met with Ted.

"Who is the big man in line with the military uniform?" I asked.

"That, my dear, is Major Salami. Ted told me.

"He's scary, Ted," I said, hugging his arm.

"He can't hurt us, baby," Ted reassured me.

I hung to Ted as he mingled in the room; everyone looked at me like I was mad. We had an excellent meal, but I had to eat sitting straight up; if I bent over, the chain covering my breasts would fall away from my chest, exposing my breasts to everyone at the table. After a few glasses of champagne, I relaxed a bit. Ted and I mingled after dinner, or at least Ted did. A man came up and gave Ted a note on a silver tray. Ted opened it and looked around.

"Honey, I have to go to a meeting. I'm sorry, but I'll be back in a while," Ted told me.

"No, honey, don't leave me, please," I begged.

"Becca, you'll be fine; I'll be back as soon as I can," Ted said, kissing me as he left with the messenger.

I looked around before walking to a corner by the exit and trying to hide.

I looked out at the room as people chatted and laughed when I saw The Major with four men standing and talking, looking directly at me. I didn't hide well enough because the men headed my way. They gathered around me.

"Good evening, young lady. Are you enjoying yourself?" The General asked.

"Yes, it's fine," I said.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Rebecca," I answered softly.

"And how old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty-one," I replied.

"Perfect, perfect," he said, clapping his hands.

I didn't understand, but the Major would spell it out for me soon enough.

"You look lovely tonight. Do you dress like this at home?

"No," I said softly.

"So your husband is looking to make a lot of money from our country, isn't he?" the Major asked.

"Yes, I guess that's right," I said, unsure what to say.

"He is negotiating right now, isn't he?" he pressed.

"He went to a meeting, I assume he is," I answered.

"Well, he won't get any contracts unless I approve them, do you know that?" he continued.

I looked around. The men were looking at me scornfully.

"No, I didn't know that; what do you want from him?" I asked.

"Not from him, Rebecca; let's go for a walk in the garden, and I'll explain," he said, wrapping his arm around me.

"I can't; Ted will be back soon," I said fearfully.

"No, Ted will be busy for most of the night; we have plenty of time," the Major said.

"No, he said he'd be back soon; I need to wait," I cried.

"I've arranged for him to be gone all night, so don't worry; he won't find out," the Major explained.

"Find out what?" I cried.

"That you'll be helping him secure his contracts," he told me.

"I know nothing of his business; I have zero experience," I pleaded.

The Major lifted my cover in front, showing the men my pussy.

"Please," I cried, covering myself up.

"I'm sure you have a lot of experience in areas that can help your husband," the Major said.

"I'm married, I can't, I'm not that type of girl," I pleaded.

"Let's walk through the gardens together and see if we can negotiate something to help poor Ted out. He needs your help to get anything this week, Rebecca. My friends and I can assure you he goes home rich," he told me.

I looked at him; he gently led me toward the door to the terrace. The cool air spilled under the cover and over my pussy, and I shivered.

"Cold, my dear? We'll warm you up soon, Rebecca," he said.

I looked around at the four men following us and looked at the Major.

"Yes, Rebecca, them too," he told me.

I started to cry softly as the major hugged me.

We walked down a dark walkway; I noticed a light in the distance. One of the men opened a gate, and we walked to a door. The man knocked on the door, and an older woman opened it. The four men walked in, and the Major led me inside. The four men went to a bar, made themselves drinks, and sat in large leather chairs. The older woman walked over and opened a door, revealing a large bed; she walked in and stripped the bed to its top sheet and pillows.

"Will that be suitable for you, Rebecca? You should be very comfortable," the Major said.

I looked at the bed and dropped my eyes to the floor.

"If you do as we ask of you, Ted will get everything he desires while he's here.

I stood in shock, not knowing what to do; this trip meant so much to Ted's business. As the men sat there, the older woman came over to me.

"Rebecca, Amari will help you out of your outfit. The Major said.

The woman stopped behind me, unclasped my breastplate, and removed it. I covered my bare breasts.

She stepped in front and removed the leather plate covering my pussy, as tears rolled down my face. She unfastened the front of my leg cover and pulled it down; I lifted my feet as she removed it. I covered my pussy with one hand and kicked off my shoes.

"Would you like a drink, Rebecca?" the Major asked.

I nodded, and he got up and got me a glass of champagne.

"Come, sit on my lap," he told me.

I sat on his lap, and he handed me the drink.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"The man next to me is Yuri, one of our trade ministers. Then Boris, Alexander, and Sergi are your husband's competitors," the Major introduced.

"Let's get started," he said.

I stood up, and the men did, too.

"Please, not all at once," I begged.

The men got up, dropped their pants and underwear, and sat back down.

"We've heard a lot about about how well American girls suck cock, show us," the Major ordered.

I looked at the men and dropped to my knees before the Major. The major spread his legs apart, and I scooted between them and took his cock in my hand. I stroked his cock as it hardened in my hand. The Major was a big man, six-foot-seven, and probably three hundred pounds. He was also very scary looking, and I trembled as his cock rose to around ten inches. It was so fat I couldn't wrap my hand completely around it. I pulled it to my mouth and kissed the head of it, then swirled my tongue around the head.

I opened my mouth and stretched it over the head of his cock, my tongue still working the tip of his cock. I took a deep breath and plunged my mouth down on his cock, drawing a moan for him. I bobbed my head on the cock for a moment before forcing the cock into my throat. My lips rested on the base of his cock.

"Fuck, she swallowed it," Boris cried out.

"I told you she was a slut," The Major replied.

My head bobbed between the Majors legs as I sucked his cock for a good five minutes before I began to taste him leaking in my mouth, the taste and scent filling my sinuses. Amari tapped me, signaling it was time to...