Page 64 of What Happens in Dubai

Was this what I needed to do to break the connection issue? Maybe Cameron would see how hard I was willing to go for him. If he saw me trying something new for him, hopefully he’d try with the dirty chat too. This could be a win-win for us.

‘OK, I will try but will you check my arse? Please, Ash. Make sure I have no piles?’

She screwed her face up in disgust. ‘Fuck right off, Zara. No chance!’

I threw my hands down in a strop. ‘C’mon. Please! I can’t go in risking a growth hanging out my bumhole!’

Ashley put her hands on her face and huffed. ‘Fine. A two-second check. Go!’

I turned around, lifting my dressing gown to my waist, and exposed my arsehole. She bent down, attempting to get a more favourable angle.

‘I can’t see properly! Hold on …’ She delved into her pocket to click on the torch on her phone.

‘OK, wait!!’ I lifted one leg on top of the bath panel, spreading my cheeks wider in her face.

As she bent to look again, she paused and said, ‘I swear if you fart, I will never break breath to you ever again.’

‘Ash, come on! What do you see!’

‘OK, OK!’ she said.

For a few seconds, there was silence.

I curved my neck right under my legs and observed a horrified look on her face.

‘What’s up with the face?’ I lowered my leg to the floor and turned to face her.

‘There’s a growth, all right.’ She looked traumatised.

‘Is it hanging outside my butthole? Like a wee bit? Maybe I could just push it back in?’

‘Mate, the only hole that thing resembles is Brian May’s fucking plughole – it’s the hairiest thing I’ve ever seen. The cunt would need a sat nav to find your arsehole, Zara! I cannae see a pile, but sort out the fucking jungle, man!’

I carefully ran my fingertips up my bum crack and felt the dry, wiry pubes scrape against my fingers.Oh, shit!She was right. My arse felt like Hagrid’s beard. Hastily, I grabbed hold of the nearest razor, parted my cheeks and ran it along my arse crack.That’s better.

Ashley was leaning against the door, shaking her head at the commotion.

‘OK, so you think I should go for it?’ I replied.

She shrugged. ‘If you like. It can be quite fun. Just don’t shit on his dick.’

I shot her an evil eye, and she roared.

‘I’m going to try to squeeze one out before I go in. I can’t risk a brown boaby.’ I lifted the toilet seat up and sat down with a bang and started squeezing.

‘I’m outta here!’

‘Ssssh, keep it down! Don’t leave, Ash, he’ll hear the door bang!’

‘Zara, I’m not waiting till you stink out the bathroom. Go for it. Or don’t. It’s entirely up to you!’

She opened the bathroom door, and closed it behind her with a thud. Great, now he’s going to expect me sooner. I tried my hardest to keep pushing but only managed to pass a little Malteser. I vigorously scrubbed my arsehole and finally felt ready. I took a deep pongy breath.I can do this. I can do this. If Cameron wants bum sex, I’m going to give it to him!

I marched back into the bedroom to find Cameron slowly pulling back his foreskin, keeping his dick hard and ready for action.

‘Are you sure you want to do this, Za?’ he asked as I crawled into bed with my back to him, assuming the position.

I nodded nervously. ‘I’m ready! But … go slow, please!’

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