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Turkish Delight

By: fadinglory_uk



The heat in the laconium was so intense my nipples were burning. I stretched out, luxuriating in the feeling of warmth that penetrated my entire body. I wasn't sure how long I could take this temperature; I'd worked my way up gradually but this was really too much. I reached out my hand, curious to see how hot the tiled walls were and yelped as my locker key, strung on a blue rubber band, fell against my bare skin. It was so hot it left a red mark, and the walls proved too hot to touch for long. Under the white towel on which I was lying, even the stone slab was burning and too much for bare flesh to rest against. 

All the same, I was going to stay here a little longer in the dry heat before I ventured into the humid hell of the steam room. There was a space between my shoulders and the slab, and I could feel the sweat trickling off my skin. I felt totally relaxed, limp, given up to the heat that assaulted me from the vents in the walls, from the walls themselves, from the stone on which I lay. I let my thighs fall apart, welcoming the power as it penetrated my cunt, seducing me with its relentlessness. My skin looked polished, filmed with a light sheen of sweat. My thoughts couldn't help but take an erotic turn - something about the lassitude induced by the heat, my nakedness, the slab on which I lay like a sacrificial victim... A pity, really, that they didn't allow mixed naked sessions - this would be such a perfect place for an orgy. 

I loved being naked in public, even if it was just with other women as here. There was little natural illumination, the rooms were vaulted with grimy skylights which let in only a little grey daylight whatever the weather was like outside. The place was lit for the most part by dim light bulbs in glass bell shades which bounced yellow light off the Victorian glazed tiles and vaguely Moorish decoration. The mosaic floors were cracked and the whole place had a slightly shabby, old-fashioned feel about it. In here I felt cut off from the outside world; I could have been an inmate in a harem, with nothing better to occupy my days than to perfect and pamper my body so as to find favour with my Sultan some night... 

The muted chatter of the other women reinforced this feeling. We all had our reasons for retreating from the world for a few precious hours during which we abandon! ed ourselves to the sensuality of extreme heat, sudden bone-chilling cold, water, steam and sweat. For me it was a time to dream and indulge my fantasies. Sometimes I relaxed to the point where I fell asleep. The only downside was that I invariably became aroused but had to refrain from doing anything about it - yet even that enforced restraint could be intensely erotic. I would become acutely aware of the throb from my clitoris, the slight swelling of my labia, the slickness that wasn't just sweat between my thighs... But naked as I was, there was nothing I could do - if anyone saw me fingering myself I risked being thrown out and possibly banned from returning and frankly it wasn't worth it. I needed this place... I shifted, parting my thighs still further, feeling my cunt open to the thrust of the heat that invaded every pore. I stretched like a cat, my loosened limbs lengthening. But the heat sat on my chest like a heavy weight, pressing me into the stone on which I lay. It was definitely time to go to the steam room. 

I sat up slowly, carefully - I knew if I got up too quickly I'd feel dizzy and disorientated. I swung my legs onto the floor and wrapped one of my towels loosely around me. I padded down to the relative cool of the tepidarium where I helped myself to a paper cone of water from the tap. I had to let the tap run for a while - the water came out hot at first. I slaked my thirst with a couple of conefuls, dropped the used cone into the bin and walked through to the steam room. 

Leaving my towels outside the door on the hooks, I entered the humid atmosphere. The wet heat hit me like a damp smothering blanket. The air was misty with steam and I flopped onto one of the chairs just inside the entrance. It was covered with a sodden towel. There were a couple of other women in there, one naked like me, the other modestly clothed in a swimming costume. Some of the women preferred that - personally I liked to exhibit my body, imperfect as it was. I spent a lot of time at the gym and it could have been worse but my breasts were heavy and round, my stomach curved more than I'd have liked. I didn't care though. I was proud of my long legs and couldn't help but enjoy the way the other women sneaked glances at my shaven cunt when they thought I wasn't looking. Plenty of other women used the baths naked but oddly I'd never seen anyone else with a shaven cunt - but like them, I too couldn't help looking.... 

Condensation dripped from the ceiling and drained into a grille set into the sloping mosaic floor. I felt stifled in here - I just couldn't take it, even though the eucalyptus with which the steam was scented was getting to work in my lungs and doing me good. My hair hung now in damp tendrils and sweat was running freely down my body. I got to my feet and left, having only spent a few minutes in there - it was all I could ever manage, although some women stayed in there fior ages. Then again, some of them never ventured into the plunge pool... For me this was one of the great draws of the place. All my life I'd dreamed of what it must be like to swim naked and so far, this was the only place in which I'd managed it. Nevertheless, although I relished it once I was in, getting in was easier said than done. Always I had to steel myself, tentatively dipping in first one toe, then both feet and then gradually walking down the steps into the freezing water, pausing indecisively near the bottom, knowing I had to submerge myself and that once I had it would feel wonderful, but having to nerve myself to do it for what felt like ages. It was true, though, that once I finally took the plunge, that swim up and back in ice-cold water, naked, was the thing I enjoyed most about the whole experience. 

Today was no different and I hovered on the brink for an embarrassing length of time. But finally in I got - imagining you there ordering me in always did the trick in the end - and gasping with cold, feeling my heart hammering in protest, I swam towards the far end and back, up again and back, until the shock had worn off and I could enjoy it. My breasts floated in front of me, supported by the water, but although I acclimatised to the intense cold, so that my hearbeat slowed towards normal again, in one place I was cruelly aware of it and that sense wouldn't go away. My cunt, which earlier had been invaded by the heat, now felt as though someone had rammed into it an enormous dildo moulded entirely of ice. That deep cold penetrated right into me and I could swear I felt the hardness of that ice cock inside me - an unsettling feeling. 

It was time to get out and I climbed up the steps again, my skin covered in goosepimples. I grabbed my towels, wrapped them around me and made straight back for the calidarium to allow my chilled flesh to heat through. I found an empty slab and lay down, my towels still wrapped around my wet and freezing body. I pillowed one of the towels under my head and relaxed once more, allowing the welcome fingers of heat to stroke my skin. At first the new warmth only served to emphasise my inner chill - the cold of the plunge pool seemed to have entered into my internal organs and I felt as if I'd never be warm again. But gradually the heat worked its magic and soon I was able to unwrap my body and bare it once more to the blissful air. 

Inevitably my mind turned afresh to erotic daydreams and as the ice seemed to melt in my cunt and be replaced by an invading warmth, once more I felt the teasing sensations of sexual arousal and the tantalising itch which I was forbidden to relieve. I must have dozed off eventually - it wasn't the first time. But usually I'd wake, slightly dazed, overheated, after a few minutes, minutes perhaps lightened by some fantasy played out in the private cinema of my dreaming mind. Today I woke with a start because there were fingers placed over my eyes and mouth. Fingers - whose - I couldn't imagine. Touching was strictly forbidden at the baths - customers were not even allowed to massage each other, only their own trained employees could do that and you had to go to special private rooms. 

A voice whispered in my ear, 'We won't hurt you...' The voice was undeniably male - that I could tell, even though it was barely audible. 'This is for you, for your pleasure... OK?' came the whisper again and still half tranced, I nodded my head. How could there be men in the baths during a women's session? Had I slept so long I'd inadvertantly missed the end of the session, somehow been overlooked and awoken in a male session instead? The fingers removed themselves from my mouth and brushed over my nipples. My body responded - there was no choice here. I felt my nipples harden in spite of myself. Or at least not because of myself, but because of him. I couldn't see him but I could sense his presence and smell his body - a delicious smell of clean sweat, sweet and sexy and aromatic. And I could feel the firm pressure of the one hand over my eyes, and the light, delicate movements of his other hand as it danced over the contours of my body, teasingly moving lower and lower towards my mons, circling and lightly tracing the lines of my thighs without actually approaching my cunt. But how I wished he would... 

I moaned slightly with frustration as the fingers circled my mons once more, avoiding the upper part of my stiff clitoris, yet drawing near enough to it to increase the demands my body was making, to whip my desires up further, to make me crave release... I pushed my hips up towards his hand and heard him laugh, low, and felt his hand still travel its teasing route, avoiding my clit itself while gently pulling at my flesh and hinting at what might be mine if he allowed it. Then his mouth came down gently on mine and I felt the firm pressure of soft lips and opened my own to his tongue. Finally, as his tongue slid into my mouth, his fingers slipped along my clitoris and dipped briefly into my wet and open cunt before moving back up and circling my clit again. As we kissed - and he was an excellent kisser - I thrust myself shamelessly against his hand, opening my thighs and inviting his hand inside. But still he kept up the light, delicate exploration, his fingers gliding at the very surface of my skin, feather-light, tracing the folds of my labia whilst my cunt now yearned to be filled. 

I was conscious that my entire body felt an urgent desire and an empty ache. My thoughts and feelings were all concentrated in my cunt - I was one gaping hole desperate to be filled. He broke away from my mouth and I imagined him looking at me, at his hand on my body and the way I was writhing at his touch, my thighs splayed apart on the stone slab, my hips pushing rhythmically against his fingers, abandoned to the moment, to my arousal and to him. The picture in my mind was humiliating - the way I was abject in the demands of my body in front of a total stranger - and yet even more arousing because of that. I was reduced to a cunt, a sexual imperative, an over-riding need. I moved ever more wildly, willing his fingers into me, demanding that he give me the release I craved. And, laughing again, pleased at his handiwork no doubt, he now slid his fingers into me, thrusting them in deep, repeatedly, his thumb pressuring my clit as the rest of his hand plunged in and out of my dripping hole. 

I could feel now the rise of my orgasm, the sensation building, the inevitable floodtide as his hand pounded ever more quickly in and out, his thumb lightly circling my clit, my body bucking and helpless beneath his onslaught. All at once the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and my legs stiffened and straightened as I came, sobbing helplessly, my cunt seeking to envelop not just his hand but his entire arm. Impaled on his fingers, I jerked and twitched as if galvanised by a powerful current. His movements slowed and gentled as the waves broke through my body and then began to ebb. This was a cum I seemed to have been wanting forever and waiting for, a cum my body had needed so much. Peace and well-being spread through me as my own movements lessened, small shudders and aftershocks still momentarily shaking me. God, that was good, so good... 

His mouth came down briefly on mine once more as slowly he withdrew his fingers from my cunt. I let him go with a sigh but I was! replete. 'Don't open your eyes' he said, as he removed his other hand from my face. Obediently, I kept them shut as he draped a towel over me. I felt his physical presence moving further away and barely caught his last words - 'Sweet dreams' - as he left me. Sated, utterly relaxed, a warm glow spreading from my clitoris and my entire body at ease thanks to the exquisite sensations he had given me, I lay there semi-conscious, unsure whether I'd been awake or had dreamed the whole thing. The hum of the generators mingled with the pulse of the blood in my veins. The heat throbbed through my body and my mind relaxed its hold again as I merged into the physical rhythms around and within me. Soon I'd have to rouse myself and return to the outside world. Soon... but not quite yet. 

Turkish Delight



I'll leave it to the reader to decide if this is a work of fiction or non-fiction. For those of you who have been to Turkey I'm sure you will guess correctly.

Gayle, my wife, and I were into our second week of a 2 week holiday in Marmaris. We'd seen the sights at Ephesus, Pammukale, Turkish villages and enjoyed the obligatory gulet trips to Turtle Beach and surrounding bays. We'd also been to a number of shows including of course a Turkish Night and watched the belly dancers.

Every night we had eaten at a different restaurant but always made one particular bar/restaurant our last stopover before going back to the hotel. On the last night of the holiday there were only 3 or 4 couples in the bar, all of whom we knew, plus our attentive waiters Mehmet, Hassan and Mahmoud. The bar owner Hani and his brother Osman were behind the bar serving drinks and food.

Turkish waiters are extremely attentive. They shake your hand when you arrive and leave. They want to sit with you to learn about you and develop their English. The majority of them are also desperate to get into the knickers of any female tourist!

Mehmet in particular liked to stand behind the women and give them neck and shoulder massages and I have to say no-one raised any objections. Gayle, being young and blonde came in for a lot of attention and seemed to positively enjoy Mehmet's fingers soothing away the tiredness of the day.

Mehmet was also the one who, as soon as "Kiss Kiss" or "Cha Cha" was played, got all the women up to dance. He led the crowd when it came to performing the wild Turkish dances and him, Hassan and Mahmoud would gyrate with the women waving their hankies responding to the ever increasing tempo of the music. The women loved it.

Getting back to this particular night. Around 2pm there was only me and Gayle and our Turkish hosts left in the bar. Hani decided to close the outside area and we all went into the internal bar. Once in there Gayle and I continued to drink and we were joined by Mahmoud. The others being Muslims weren't allowed to drink alcohol. Once again the Turkish music was played and all the Turks and Gayle went through the usual gyrations. When the music stopped Gayle came back to sit beside me and I could see she was slightly drunk and had a slight sweat sheen on her face and neck. Mehmet ever attentive also noticed and dabbed her face and neck with a damp cloth and then started the usual massage.

This time however, I noticed that his hands were moving slightly lower than normal and his fingers didn't stop at her shoulders but actually disappeared inside the top of her dress as he massaged the top of Gayle's breasts. He spoke in Turkish to his colleagues and from the way they were looking at Gayle I suspected he was remarking on how full her breasts were. I was no different. I sat and watched spellbound as his hands continued to dip in and out of her top. I could see that his fingers never reached her nipples but they did come pretty close. The funny thing was that I was enjoying the sight and from the reaction of Gayle, so was she.

The moment was broken however when Hani put some more Turkish music on the CD player. Gayle opened her eyes, smiled at me and said, "this is the music that the belly dancer was dancing to. I'm sure I could do a belly dance". With that she stood up and climbed on to one of the tables in the bar. There she started to move in time to the music just as the belly dancer had done. Suddenly she shouts, "I can't do this with a dress on" and proceeded to remove it leaving her standing in just bra and knickers.

The reaction of us all in the bar was mesmeric. We were all standing looking at a blonde with a 38inch bra-covered bust wearing hi-leg knickers and nothing else. What's more it was my wife.

As she moved to the music the Turks moved closer staring at the cloth that covered my wife's fanny. The movement of her hips was hypnotic. Looking around I could see the fronts of trousers, including my own, bulging. Gayle's performance was the horniest thing that I had seen in a long time.

She thrust her pelvis forward and back in the simulation of sex I could also tell that she was very turned on. Her nipples were poking through her bra and there was a slight moistening at her crotch area. I was in danger of letting myself explode and I suspected the other watchers were in the same position.

The music increased in tempo and so did Gayle's body antics until in a final frenzy of pelvis movement the dance finished and Gayle collapsed on her knees on the table top. There was a deafening silence as all the males stood open mouthed taking in the full affects of Gayle's performance. She had everyone hypnotised.

She stood up and I walked up to her wrapped my arms around her legs and helped her from the table. As she slid down my body my raging cock brushed against her covered fanny and she shuddered, quietly uttering a seductive "oohh".

No other words were spoken things just happened intuitively. I took her hand and led her across to a long table in the corner of the bar. There she lay with her with her legs hanging over the edge. I then pulled her knickers to one side and simply fucked her as she lay there. Mahmout, Hassan and Mehmet moved closer as I fucked her watching my cock sliding in and out. It was nothing more than animal lust. Gayle was squeezing her tits and seeing Mahmout took his hand and slid it under her bra. Hassan needed no invitation and pushed the bra up revealing Gayle's firm breasts. He then started to chew, suck and lick Gayle's nipples. Gayle's head was thrashing from side to side as I fucked and Hassan and Mahmout sucked. In a matter of minutes I shot my cum inside her. When I pulled out Mehmet quickly took my place. Such was the excitement of the occasion that he didn't last long either. Hassan then took over but before he started fucking her he pulled Gayle's knickers off her body. He spread her legs wide and we could see cum leaking from her fanny on to the table. Hassan scooped some up in his fingers and then asked Gayle to suck them. She did willingly the mixed sperm seeming to excite her even more.

Hassan then fucked her with long strokes. Gayle's bottom rose off the table to meet every thrust. Again it only took minutes for Hassan to shoot his load but this time he sprayed it on Gayle's stomach although some of the jets managed to land on her neck and face. Hani came across and suggested that Gayle should have a shower in his apartment to clean herself up and to make sure that there was no unwanted pregnancy. He took Gayle's hand and the three of us went up the stairs to his apartment above the bar.

He set the shower running and then stripped off his own clothes. He then pulled Gayle into the shower where he coaxed her to bend forward which she obligingly did. He then shoved his cock into her from the back and rammed into her unmercifully. As his balls slapped against her backside he pulled her onto his cock by pulling her swinging tits. His orgasm came quickly and as he pulled out Gayle turned around went down on her knees and sucked what was left of his cum out of his cock.

Hani then took the shower head and directed the spraying water into Gayle's fanny washing all the accumulated cum out of her body. The powerful jet of water aroused her clitoris and she came quickly her knees trembling. Having been thoroughly washed Hani then wrapped her in a large towel and patted her dry. Gayle gave him a long kiss.

After dressing I took Gayle back to our hotel. No words were spoken about the events of the night and we haven't spoken about it since. We both recognised that this was a totally one-off happening, the occasion and the location got to us. The whole thing was one of the most sexually exciting things that I have ever seen or been involved in. Although the chances of it happening again are extremely unlikely we have booked up for Marmaris next year….. you never know what might happen.



Turkish Delight



It was a family holiday that Jo wasn’t looking forward to. Stuck on a boat with both her parents and 12 other strangers, all as old as her folks, didn’t really seem like her idea of fun. Sure, in theory, it was great. Two weeks cruising the Turkish coastline in the sun, stopping every few hours to swim in a secluded bay, food and drink whenever you wanted it, and best of all it was all paid for by someone else. But Jo just couldn’t get excited. It felt more like going to ‘Parent Camp’ with 24 hour surveillance and no chance of escape. But at least she’d be able to come back with a decent tan. 

Four hours after take-off, and another 3 hours on a bus, and Jo, avec family, arrived at the harbour in Marmaris. It was a lot busier than she was expecting, and the smell of fish, herbs, petrol, spices and smoke was overwhelming. It was like walking into a foreign movie. Mopeds beeping, market traders selling their goods, dogs barking and music booming from a bar somewhere down the key, gave the town a vibrant feel and Jo didn’t want to leave.

But turning from the town and facing out to sea and all that was forgotten. Despite the idea of spending time with her parents, the thought of really being away from it all was starting to appeal greatly to Jo, and she was itching to get on the boat.

The Captain, Ali, met the three of them at the bottom of the gangplank, and carried their bags on board. Making sure they’d taken their shoes off (no shoes on boats!) he led them down to their cabins. Jo had one all to herself, and despite it being very small, they had still fit in a double and single bed.

They were the first on the boat and as such it was quite quiet. The boat only held 16, and 4 crew, but it could have taken many more if need be. There were 4 cabins to the front, and four to the back, although most people apparently slept on deck. 

The evening trickled on and the other guests arrived. I won’t detail them all here…suffice to say that they lived up to Jo’s expectations of boring old farts with no sense of humour…and not a single young man between them. She went to bed early that night, tired after travelling and never met the rest of the crew, although that didn’t really bother her as she was sure they would all be old like the captain. 

She woke early the next morning around 6 am to find that they had cast off early to avoid the rough water. None of the other passengers were up, and despite what she had been told, not one of them slept on deck. Ducking back downstairs, she slipped into her bikini. Stopping to check herself in the mirror before she went out, she was pleased with what she saw. She wasn’t ‘slim’, and she didn’t have long legs, but her curves were in the right places and she had breasts that Dolly Parton would have been proud of. The white crochet bikini did her justice. Slipping a sarong on she left her cabin and headed to the front of the boat.

The hum from the motor blended harmoniously with the splash of the waves, and as Jo sat with her back against the mast, the rocking sent her drifting back off to sleep. A minute or so later, although she could never be sure how long she slept, she woke up cold and in a shadow. Looking up she followed dark toned legs, over dark shorts, past a perfectly toned stomach and up to a face with smouldering eyes and jet black hair. So this was the crew!

“Good Morning, I’m Simi. Pleased to meet you” he said with a cheeky grin breaking on his face.

“I’m Jo. Pleased to meet you to” she replied as she took his proffered hand. Expecting just to have her hand shaken, she was surprised when he pulled her to her feet.

“Come and see” he said as he led her to the very front of the boat. Directing her to look over the front of the boat, he pushed her in front of him and stood behind. In the water beneath them the flying fish were skimming over the waves like sparkling stones bouncing on the water. Watching them go Jo forgot who she was with and as she leaned further over she gave a start as two hands grabbed her waist.

“Careful” She stood back but the hands didn’t leave her waist until another passenger was heard coming up from below. With a wry grin Simi walked away.

At breakfast the whole crew were introduced again for those who had not met them. There was Ali the captain – short, dumpy, wrinkly, blond: Simi – Tall, slim, toned, sexy: Mehmet – Dark, muscley, broody looking, very sexy: Engin, the chef – short, toned, big brown eyes. 

Three out of four aint bad! Though Jo over her bread and feta cheese. At least I’ll have something nice to look at other than the scenery!

Jo spent the rest of that day up the front of the boat with the rest of the passengers, sunbathing, reading, and listening to her walkman. She soon felt claustrophobic. They didn’t stop their sail until later that day and as such it was too late to swim. That day really dragged, and she hardly saw any of the crew unless someone wanted a drink, and then it was only a brief glimpse. 

The evening dragged, and as everyone else was talking pensions and dentures, or so it seemed, Jo left them at the back of the boat and went up front to star gaze. She was amazed by what she saw. Whether it was just the lack of artificial light, or whether it was because she was further south she didn’t know, but the sky was filled with stars. She lay there an awful long time and soon enough she heard people drifting off to bed. It was only when the lights went off over the dining table that she realised everyone had gone. At last she relaxed. 

The captain said goodnight as he went down to his cabin, as did Engin and Mehmet. Simi was left to clear up. Aware that he was moving around near her she felt the need to speak, but all words left her. Do you come here often? What do you do? Have you had a good day? All of these seemed so trivial and inappropriate that she said nothing and was content in the silence. 

Simi soon finished his work and came and sat down beside her. As he looked up a shooting star passed overhead. It was so clichéd that Jo laughed. Turning to Simi she noticed that he had that same wry smile on his face as he had had that morning. 

“If I had asked for a flying star I would not have seen one, but I don’t ask and then I get. Maybe I should stop asking.” He whispered, for sound travels very easily over quiet boats.

With that he too lay down and carried on gazing. Taking Jo’s hand in his, he traced the outline of some of the more noticeable constellations on the palm of her hand as he told her their names in Turkish. She never remembered a single one. After the last one he lifted her hand and kissed her palm. Using her breathing as his guide he carried on, kissing his way up each finger before gently sucking on each tip. From there he moved to the inside of her wrist before casting her arm aside in favour of her neck. Without touching her he brought her out in Goosebumps, as his breath tickled the sensitive skin of her neck. 

“Do I need to ask?” He whispered into her ear, and with an almost unperceivable shake of her head he moved his head and kissed her, gently at first and then with more fervour. As his tongue snaked into her mouth, his hands snaked up her body from mid thigh to her breasts with increasing pressure. Finding her nipple through her clothes he squeezed gently and it was only through pressing his mouth to hers that he maintained the silence. Continuing his search, he found the buttons on the front of her top and as he undid each one, his mouth followed, and so he kissed his way from her mouth, down to the hollow of her neck and onto her breasts, culminating in him sucking her now erect nipples through her black lace bra. By this point Jo was writhing in pleasure and her hands were roaming over his taut back as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forwards. 

“We must stop. Someone will see!” She managed to hiss at one point as he pulled away.

“Hmmm?” kiss “Oh yes.” squeeze “Not here.” kiss “Not now.” pinch “I will come to you tomorrow” suck “in your cabin.” and with that he gave her one last kiss and walked back to his own cabin. Feeling thoroughly dishevelled, Jo did her blouse up, and after her breathing had returned to normal she stood up and went down to her own cabin to face what turned out to be a very restless night’s sleep.

The next day Jo moved to the back of the boat to the lounging area by the dining table and near the captain. No other passengers went there in the day, and so she could spread out and not have her sun blocked by the rolls of fat on the old man that she had been sat next to yesterday. She also came to realise that this was where the crew spent most of the day as there was a shaded area by the bar. 

Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, she studiously avoided talking to Simi, with the result that Mehmet spend most of morning talking to her. He was well educated, funny and seemed genuinely interested in what Jo had to say. It was he who suggested the swim when they stopped before lunch. The only problem being that Jo had a bit of a phobia of the sea, and the thought of getting in the water scared the life out of her. Jo’s parents, however, wouldn’t let her get away with this, and soon she was swimming, accompanied by at least three people, quite happily. After lunch she managed to get in without hyperventilating…progress! She was about to get out this second time when Mehmet jumped in. Leading her to the rocks with her mask & snorkel, he directed her to look down as he dove under. With a few taps of a stone on some coral, a dozen brightly coloured fish appeared. Copying him she had soon mastered the art and was feeling quite at home. She didn’t realise that Mehmet had left her until she looked up and realised she was all alone, and some distance from the boat. 

Only panicking slightly, she headed back to the boat. As she neared it however, something grabbed her ankle and she screamed. Spinning around she came face to face with a sheepish looking Simi. A few passengers looked over the rail but most just ignored the noise. Either way she and Simi were fairly secluded in the shelter of the boat. Smacking him on the arm and telling him never to do that again, she turned, and checking no one was looking, pulled him to the front of the boat where it overhung and no one could see. 

The sea in this part of the med is very buoyant and it is impossible to sink. With this in mind, Jo leaned her back against the boat and pulled Simi towards her. As she kissed him, he kept them upright, and as his hands leant against the boat, her hands moved down his flat stomach and into his shorts. 

She was right…she thought he would be big, and he was. Using both her hands she held his cock, already hard, between them and proceeded to stroke him up and down and around, with alternating firmness and speed. She knew she had gone far enough when his hands slipped and they both lost balance. Breaking the kiss, she swam away and got back on the boat leaving Simi to cool down in the sea. As she sat back down on her towel, Mehmet gave her a funny look, but thinking nothing of it she fell asleep. 

She woke to find her sarong over her, and looking around she saw Mehmet. 

“You were burning” he stated and walked away. It was nearly time for dinner and so she collected her stuff and went below for her shower. Taking extra care with her underwear, makeup and perfume she thought she looked ok, and then she put the standard t-shirt and shorts on for dinner, as it was still hot in the evenings. 

How she got through dinner she’ll never know, and with Simi occasionally giving her ‘looks’ as she ate she wished the time would pass until it was a suitable for her to go to bed. The hours and the small talk dragged, and eventually it was 11 pm and making her excuses she crept off to bed. As she brushed her teeth she heard everyone else making their way to their own cabins. She could hear her parents in the next cabin as they chatted about the people on board and where they were going the next day and soon it was quiet. 

She expected Simi soon, but 11 O’clock passed through to midnight and there was no sign. She eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep, still in her underwear. She woke later, in the pitch black, to the noises of the people in the next cabin making love. The groans were unmistakable and as they carried on and whispered endearments and instructions to each other she felt her own hands begin to caress her body. Moving from one breast to another she felt her nipples harden and as her hands passed to between her legs, she could feel the wetness through her knickers. As the couple in the next room reached their climax, Jo’s door opened, but she was oblivious to the gentle click, and in the darkness no shape could be seen. 

It was only when he placed his hand on hers that she jumped. Her Oh! sounded loud to her but it was but a whisper. 

“You must be quite” he whispered into her ear, and with a bit of groping around he grabbed a silk scarf that was on her night stand and loosely wrapped it around her mouth. Using the sarong that was next to the scarf he tied her hands too, loose enough so she could escape if she wanted, but tight enough to be effective. 

With kissing out of the question, he started on her neck, in turn nibbling on her earlobes and kissing from her neck to her cleavage. Straddling her he lifted her breasts out of the bra, pushing them upwards to meet his face as he bent to them. Taking each nipple in turn he sucked them to a point before nipping gently at them, whilst squeezing the other with his hands expertly. As Jo writhed beneath him, she could feel his hardness and ached to get hold of it, but she couldn’t. 

Kissing his way from her breasts down her stomach, he reached her panties and with his hands very slowly pulled them off her. Now at her feet he took one of her feet and firmly rubbing it he unleashed shock waves all over her body, before taking her big toe into his mouth. It was something Jo had never experienced before, but it was something she would definitely do again. As he released her foot he kissed his way from her ankles, up the inside of her legs, to the inside of her thighs, where he lingered for sometime before spreading her legs and kissing that point where her legs joined her body. Jolting beneath his mouth she succeeded in moving his mouth to where she wanted it, and as his tongue circled her clitoris, she slowly melted.

His probing tongue, and his hands as he grabbed her arse left her immobile, and helpless to what ever he had to offer. As the pressure on her clit increased she felt his hand move round a finger pushed into her vagina, followed by a second, and then a third. As he pumped with his hand, his thumb was placed over her arsehole, mirroring the action to some respect, and his tongue was on her clit. She had never felt so stimulated, and as she was on the verge of coming he stopped.

Wanting to cry out in frustration, she looked up, but could see nothing in the dark. It was only through feeling the pressure change on the bed that she knew something was happening. The next thing she knew her gag had been removed and he was kissing her as deeply as he had kissed her most private parts, forcing her to taste herself. As he lay full length over her body she got an even better idea of what was to come.

Without taking his mouth away from hers, he lifted her lower half upwards and thrust hard into her. Their mutual cry was muffled by each others mouths. It took a few seconds to become accustomed to his size and even though she was very wet, it still felt uncomfortable to begin with. He started to move very slowly, and as his pace increased he moved his mouth away and back down to her breasts. 

Next door, the couple that had been ‘active’ earlier were at it again, and as she called for it to be ‘harder’ ‘faster’ ‘rougher’, so Simi responded in this room. Jo had never thought she’d be turned on by listening to another couple, but she was, and was gagging for more. More of what she didn’t know. Just more.

“Can we try something new” she heard from next door. “Ok, I think I know what you mean…bend over” And Simi copied. Pulling away he rolled Jo over and pulled her onto all fours. Still tied up she was helpless and happy to remain that way. Entering her from behind he felt bigger than before and as he pumped her hard his hand snaked round to play with her clit. By this point she was biting on the bed sheets to keep quiet.

“Take it easy…and use some more lube…it’s quite tight” were snatches of the pillow talk from next door, and just as Jo was realising what was going on, she felt the pace slow and a wet finger enter her arsehole. Automatically tensing, she felt Simi place a hand on her back and a quiet “Shhh, relax, its ok”. As she became accustomed to the felling, he increased his pace again and moved his finger in her arse at the same pace. 

Soon she was well relaxed and enjoying the feeling, as a second finger was pushed in. This time she pushed back, silently asking for more. And so with one hand on her clit, two fingers in her arse and a cock in her pussy she came hard and long, pumping Simi as hard as he was pumping her. When she was spent Simi pulled away, but instead of letting go of her completely, he realigned himself and pushed slowly, but firmly into her arse. It did hurt to begin with, but once she had relaxed it was a totally different experience, and soon she was turned on again. This time, with Simi moving steadily in her arse, she put her hand between her legs and pushing two fingers into her dripping pussy she felt him moving in her. 

Feeling her movements, he brought his hand round to join hers and added two fingers of his own, leaving his thumb to play with her clit. Jo had never felt so full, and as Simi reached his own climax, so she reached her second, and this time they couldn’t help crying out, albeit quietly. 

Pulling away he kissed her deeply and said “Thank you” before leaving. As she lay in the dark un-knotting her ties, she thought maybe this will be a good holiday after all!



Turkish Delight



The air was fresh and cold as James and Jinni stepped from the water. A new moon shone between the cypress trees that ringed the house; night blooming shrubs illuminated the darkness with their perfume. Even after the evening's exertions, the sleek spheres of Jinni's pert derriere wriggling before his eyes as she climbed from the pool, caused his cock to twitch restlessly. She wrapped herself in a white towel held ready by one of the girls and strode silently into the darkness of the house. His eyes told him that her svelte shape vanished almost as soon as she passed through the doorway. Desire smoothed his unease and dismissed the thought as quickly as it occurred to him.

James stood motionless at the side of the pool as the two girls dried his lean muscular body with the softest of Egyptian cotton towels and then taking the thick fleecy robe offered by one of them, allowed himself to be placidly led into the interior. The lighting was low, but he could make out a profusion of colours and shapes crowding every inch of the sprawling mansion. Everywhere, low divans strewn with tasseled multi-coloured cushions, draped with embroidered silks. Flasks and bottles of cloisonne enameled glass and bronze, carved tables of dark wood inlaid with metals and mother-of-pearl. Beneath his bare feet, thick antique rugs blossomed and arabesqued with fantastic colours, formed a path leading him seductively onwards towards the woman of his dreams. Each of his hands held lightly by a pretty odalisque, lost in his voluptuous imaginings, he was drawn into a galleried hall, whose ornate curving staircase led steeply upward. A gentle breeze from the open door behind him wafted the scent of sandalwood and jasmine through the house as slowly he was shepherded up the stairs.

The heavy carved door of the first room was slightly ajar and soft yellow light spilled out into the otherwise darkened corridor. He was gently propelled inside. The bedroom was sumptuous, more lush, more colourful than his wildest, most sybaritic fantasies of Arabian nights. Perfumed candles burned in their dozens on every horizontal surface. The room was dominated by an elaborate carved and canopied four poster bed, it's ruched and embroidered hangings stirring gently in the same draft that swayed the multitude of candle flames. He looked and yet could not see Jinni. The sea-green satin of the counterpane was undisturbed. His gaze roamed over lacquered Chinese cabinets and intricately inlaid Qur'an chests that made up the furnishings of her boudoir.

On the far side of the room, a painted and carved screen was casually arranged to conceal a wide shadowy arch. As he took a step toward it, he saw movement. The sleek Burmese Blue walked from behind the screen, its short dense fur glistening like pewter, and after scrutinising him with vivid green eyes, sat and began to wash its paws and ears with quick, deft strokes of its small pink tongue. The cat paused, its attention diverted and James, following its gaze, saw Jinni's svelte form shimmy, or was it shimmer? into view, her skin gleaming, flickering pale gold in the candlelight. She was dressed in a translucent halter and harem pantaloons of white satin which seemed to have a pale mauve lustre. She held her arms low, but outstretched, the palms of her hands open in invitation. She smiled, her dark rouged lips glistening. His eyes met hers and were beguiled. To one side of her, the sheeny silk wall hangings rippled as though a breeze had passed over their bright silk blooms. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, prickling... a streamer of musky floral perfume drifted indolently past him. He drew in a deep breath, and was drawn towards her, forgetting his momentary unease, he began trying to memorise the exact scent of the flowers and spice and sensuality. He was almost unaware of his growing erection.

She stepped nimbly over the cat and into his arms. He caught a fleeting glimpse of her breasts, the nipples taut and dark through the iridescent satin, before she crushed them against his chest and began to pull his head down to her upturned face. They gazed into each other's eyes, hers glistening, half closed, lowered lashes accented, extended with kohl and so dark that he could not distinguish the blackness of her pupils from the brown of her irises. His, she thought were unique, she could see in his irises, a soft accumulation of flecks of green, brown and amber, which together gave his eyes their particular shade of brown but not quite brown. They kissed, James's tongue pushing smoothly between her lips and teeth to find her own pointed pink tongue oozing and flickering in search of his. He could feel the warmth of her from mouth to thigh and the mingled scents of her hair, skin, perfume and, as the kiss deepened, he thought he could feel and smell the moist heat of her pussy.

She snuggled against him, feeling his breath hot on her neck, his cheek rough against her temple. She savored the heat and thickness of his excitement, pressing against her belly as they kissed again. Desire racing like fire in her veins, she pushed him towards the bed. He sprawled backwards, eyes wide as he saw himself in the angled, tinted mirrors suspended inside the canopy. His erection enormous in her slender hand, she straddled him and let her slight weight settle on his upper thighs.

"I am doubly in your debt now James." She said, feeling his cock throbbing under her fingertips. "So much so, that I will grant you your heart's desire tonight. Is there some special thing I could do for you, my love?

He looked up at her, seeing the ripe curves of her breasts, the tumescence of her nipples outlined in the sheer satin of her transparent top a few inches away from his face, and even more shockingly sensuous, the reflection of her opulent rear and the gorgeous curves of her thighs, so pale against his muscular brown thighs. He knew then, what he wanted and just the thought of it almost caused him to come.

Jinni stretched out and squirmed her way up his body, her tongue and hands tracing small circles over his flat belly and muscular chest. Her fingers toyed with his nipples before she lowered her mouth to enclose one of them. He shuddered involuntarily, at the voluptuous sensations caused by her teeth. She looked into his half closed eyes and whispere;

"I could call Nadia, the elder girl...You have only to ask."

He protested but she silenced him with a kiss. Her palms on his face, she rolled her tongue over his and squatted astride him squirming with her own pleasure. She knew, or thought she knew what his most cherished erotic fantasy might be. Slowly, languidly, she began to grind her moist pussy against his belly, rotating her hips in the style of her Danse du ventre. His hands grasped at her, first her upper arms and then sliding down her back, past her waist, and around the outside of her hips as she drew herself ever up his naked body. His strong fingers gripped her, lifting her gently as she traversed the final gap between his upper chest and face. A long sigh escaped her lips as the plump bulging heat of her puki brushed his mouth. His hot breath on her thighs and mound promised ecstasy. She felt his teeth grip the flimsy crotch of her pantaloons and squirmed, pulling sharply backwards to help him tear the damp gossamer fabric.

She whimpered as she felt his tongue caress the indecently taut nub of her pearl. He nudged her slick and thickened lips apart, nibbling, caressing her with long strokes of his tongue... He thrust his tongue into her loose heat, drowning himself in sweet sensual pungency. She rose and fell on his mouth, her thighs quivering. Waves of shimmering heat and oozing sensation converged in her womb. Shaking with bliss and ecstasy, she was unsurprised to feel his finger exploring the dusky rosebud of her anus. She writhed against its gentle probing, her back arching in anticipation of fullness and friction a single finger only intimated. Each separate cell of her had taken on a throbbing, fainting life of its own as she contemplated the nature of his desire and the size of his cock, melded into an image of such achingly indecent fullness that she squirmed, impaled on his tongue and came smoothly, tumultuously.

Jinni's hand gripped his throbbing cock, her nails digging uncomfortably into its turgid shaft. Using it as an axis, she pirouetted down his sweat slickened torso until her face was level with his, her breasts, now hanging free of their flimsy covering, brushed his arm and chest with an exquisite weightlessness. The tip of her tongue extended pink and wanton, to lap her juices from his face. She smiled knowingly and using her free hand to wipe the last of her wetness from his cheek, whispered,

"Since you don't appear to have a special wish, my dear, I will make my own for you. Fuck me hard and deep in my hot little rear. I'd enjoy that."

She smiled at the mixture of lust and embarrassment in his facial expression. Knowing her guess had been correct, she silently detached herself from him and knelt meekly at his feet.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows. She was kneeling, thighs the colour of old ivory, drawn up under herself, spread wantonly wide. The tangled remnants of her pantaloons around one ankle but he scarcely noticed them as his eyes were drawn to the smooth fluid movements of the hand between her thighs. Jinnee's fingers plunged and rotated relentlessly, several deep graceful thrusts and then a rapid flourish of her fingertips over the whorl of wet tumid folds that hid her clitoris. As he slid down the bed, her other hand snaked over the dazzlingly beautiful arc of her back, the middle finger extended and glistening in the candlelight, to plunge lasciviously into her upturned anus.

Kneeling behind her, the inside of his muscular thighs brushing the outside of her silken soft ones, his eyes on the serene profile of her face, eyes closed, lips apart, breathing raggedly, her cheek pressed hard against the cool satin sheet. He felt her oily fingers grasping his throbbing erection and the warmth of her cloven rear. He felt her pull her thighs together, even as he began to push into her inviting heat. She screamed into the counterpane and he was enveloped in her squirming tightness.

Jinni knelt trembling with irresistible longing at his feet, she felt the warmth of his thighs against hers and reached between them to guide his hot, hard cock into her anus. She wanted it there... she knew that he was tired and only the novelty of this new and more exotic act would rouse him to the sort of passion which she needed to slake her own desire. She placed its bulbous, silky knob against her slippery anus and squirmed. Gentle pressure became an indecently exciting throb as he pushed into her oily tightness. She felt his strong hands on her waist, felt the strength of them draw her closer as she pushed backwards, outwards, welcoming the lewd sensations as the head of his phallus lodged in the oily heat of her. Stretched just tight enough for jagged incipient pain to blend with the rhythm of her fingertips into a sublime longing. The oozing pressure of his cock suddenly slithered deeper. She screamed as the flange of his knob passed through the tightness of her rectum and up into the hot welcoming smoothness of her bowels. He paused frozen, thinking that he had hurt her. The Jinni clenched her anus smoothly on his thickness feeling the first poignant wisp of pleasure as the shaft of his cock began to slip into her on its own.

"Go on..." she purred, "...Fuck me." She snuggled lower pressing herself against the bed, moving her upturned rear in small undulating circles.

She felt the hugeness of his rampant cock seeping obscenely into her and bit her knuckles to keep herself from crying out. He filled her until her whole body was vibrating with the anthem of her desire. She felt his belly pressing against her upturned haunches, the thick hot length of him stretching her obscenely, deliciously. She wished he would reach under her and cup her breasts. She would've done it herself but she couldn't reach them in this position. She sighed and shuddering uncontrollably, began to recite the simple litany of her desire.

"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me".

He withdrew a little and pushed back into Jinni's tightness. She squirmed against him and deep inside her silk tore and aching spikes melted into warm waves. Each smooth undulating thrust filled her with a greater ache than the last. He fucked her hard now, pumping solidly up her, encouraged by her lewd murmurings.

"Fuck me in the ass... Darling, fuck me hard..."

Wantonly, she surrendered completely to the motion of his thrusting cock, her outre pleasure boiling up, over and over, around it's thick solid heat, then bubbling into the trembling waves of orgasmic delight, with which her anal sphincter convulsed on his hardness. He came in her, groaning and ramming himself up her harder, a dozen final times as he shot bolts of hot pearlescent jism into her with shocking intensity. He relaxed, spent. She felt the weight of him press down on her sweat sheened back and wriggled her legs under him, enjoying the heavy closeness of their drowsy embrace.

They lay still and silent for an eternity. She listened to the ragged rhythm of his breath and felt it gusting against her hair and neck. She felt her bruised anus begin to sting and ache, his cock still semi-erect inside her. She smiled softly to herself and thought wistfully of a summer evening in the hills. She'd been fourteen and in love. The boy, beautiful as a movie star, just seventeen.

He awoke early and found her gone. Khedija, the younger of the girls, brought him breakfast in bed. After he had showered and dressed, Nadia and Khedija lead him into the cobbled courtyard where the blue Lincoln stood, its engine already running. He sprawled on the shark-grey leather seat, still tired from his night with the Jinnee. He paid little attention to the drive as the limousine descended into the suburbs, if he had, he might have noticed the speed with which it sped down the twisting mountain roads and through the already bustling streets. He was only mildly surprised when the car halted so soon outside his guesthouse and the driver, a svelte Malay woman, her flawless complexion the shade of ripe wheat, opened the door for him. She wore a plain black business suit with a masculine cut and smiled ingenuously at him as he got out of the limousine. He thought he saw a glimmer of amusement in her lynx eyes as she handed him the envelope and bowing, wished him a good day. Bemused, he tore the envelope open as the Lincoln sped away at high speed. As he stared after it, it vanished into the traffic.

Inside he found a single Polaroid photo. It was a clear image of himself poised over the prostrate Jinni, an adoring look on her upturned face. Beautiful together, his mocha skin against her pale gold, his thick, dark veined cock poised, mid stroke, in her upturned rear. It was signed across one corner. "With Love - Your Jinni." He smiled, glad of the souvenir, then turning it over, his aching cock leapt as he read...



"Dear James,

We watched your entire performance last night and were as impressed with the way you performed as Jinni was. Khedija would be delighted to be deflowered by the man who gave so much pleasure to her mistress. This is not your third wish, it is ours. You will be contacted as before when the time is right.

              Love,

                 Nadia and Khedija"



Turkish Delight



I walked from the door of the plane, through the white makeshift hallway and into the Dalaman Airport of Turkey. I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and readjusted my shoulder bag and took a deep breath. 

Biting my lip, I glanced to the left, and then the right, looking for the location of the baggage claim. Interpreting the Turkish signs with the arrows and pictures, I finally found my way. I waited patiently while the carousel turned, depositing various pieces of luggage into the turnstile, and watched as locals and foreigners retrieved it. 

I had never been to Turkey. Actually, I had never been anywhere. This summer abroad was a gift from my parents as a college graduation gift. Well, it was more of a 'your mother and I are separating, and it would be best if you weren't around to witness the drama' present. If they were gonna pay for the whole thing, why would I complain?

It was a little weird traveling on my own, but I knew I had to do it at some point and I was an adult at 22, but better sooner than later. Besides, I knew coming to Turkey was going to an adventure, and I wanted to take it for all it was worth. 

"Ah ha!" I said, when I say my blue suitcase come around. I edged my way to the front of the group and grunted as I lifted it off the belt and set it on the ground. Thank god my mom bought me one with wheels! 

Holding my head high, I marched to the exit and glanced around for a cab. I didn't have to look to far as a dark haired older gentlemen came towards me. He spoke in broken English, his accent thick and inviting. 

"You go to hotel?" he asked. "Come. I take you." 

"I'm going to the Marti Hotel in Icmeler." I said, hitching my shoulder bag higher. "Do you know where that is? How much to go there?" 

"Yes, yes." The old man said, already putting my suitcase in the trunk. "I take you, I take you. Get in." He said, holding the door for me. I slid across the seat, and when the door closed, I let out my pent up breath. Well, here goes nothing. 

A short drive later, the driver pulled up to the Marti Hotel and jumped out to help me from the car and to retrieve my luggage from the trunk. I stood in awe at the massive size and magnitude of the hotel. The stark white exterior were only offset by the red-brown color of the roof and the various huts surrounding the grounds. I smiled, knowing this was going to be the best summer ever. 

I was jolted back to reality when the cab driver stood patiently waiting for the fare. I dug through my purse and withdrew several liras and included a tip, although I though it was a little high. He tipped his imaginary hat and drove off without giving a backwards glance. 

Out of nowhere a bellhop appeared in a while shirt, and in better English than the cab driver, said, "Welcome to the Marti Hotel." He smiled and ushered me into the hotel's lobby. I glanced around the reception area and again was overcome with the beauty. I managed my way to the check in desk and smiling, gave my information. 

"Merhaba!" I said cheerily, hoping I pronounced 'hello' in Turkish right. Thank god I studied my phrase book on the flight over. My best friend Katie had bought it for me a week before I left. I thought it was silly at first, but now I was glad to have it with me. 

"Hos geldiniz!" the woman behind the counter replied with a smile. "Welcome to Marti Hotel. How can I help you?" 

I was glad that the woman spoke English and began to relax. I knew that most of these hotels had English speaking staff, but I was still afraid of the communication barrier. Especially since I was here on my own. I smiled again, hoping at least I might meet some nice people to hang out with. Male preferable. 

"I have reservations here under Nicole Stewart." I said, digging through my purse for the printout of my confirmation letter. "My parents booked a room for me for the next 2 weeks." I handed the woman the printed page when I had finally found it. 

"Ah, yes!" she said. Her name tag read 'MARY', but for some reason I didn't think that was her real name. Although, I don't think many of the tourists would have been able to pronounce her real name anyway. "The housekeeping are finishing with your room now." She typed a few things into the computer and then smiled. "Let me go over some of the hotel information and services. If you have any questions, please let me know." 

Mary pulled a brochure from under the desk and laid it on the counter for me. She pointed out the pools (both indoor and outdoor!), the hot tub, tennis court and the various bars, restaurants and snack places throughout the large complex. I was so overwhelmed, I had hardly noticed the bellhop returning for my luggage to escort me to my room. 

Dazed, excited, and now hungry, I followed the bellhop to the elevators and to the 4th floor. We walked to the end of the hall and he opened the door to room 406. 

"Nice room, eh?" he said, holding the door open for me. "Good view." 

"Yes." I said, walking directly to the balcony. My room overlooked the ocean and the pool and was absolutely breathtaking. "Wow." 

I heard the bellhop switch on the lights and listened absentmindedly as he explained how the shades and switches worked. When he cleared his throat, I turned and saw him waiting at the door. I rushed to the bed where I had tossed my purse, and retrieved a tip. 

"Tesekkurler," he said, and closed the door behind him. I smiled to myself and unexpectedly yawned. Jet lag seemed to be setting in seeing as I had just flown from New York to 6 hours later. To me it was almost 3 am. I left the balcony doors open and laid down on the bed, not even bothering to turn down the pale yellow comforter. 

When I opened my eyes into an evening dusk light, I had the momentary panic of 'where am I?' but it faded quickly as I heard the beat of drums and the sound of laughter. Stretching, I turned on the bedside lamp and sat up, pushing my blonde hair out of my eyes. 

I got up and began to unpack, but lost interest after a few minutes. I found what I was planning on wearing for the evening, and decided that a shower was the better alternative to refolding and storing my clothes. There was a white robe folded neatly on the chaise chair, and I carried it and my bath accessories into the large bathroom. 

I managed to work the shower head to the on position and after stripping off my travel clothes, stepped into the warm stream. The water pressure was excellent, and my scalp was tingling as the water washed away my old hairspray and gel. I stood for several minutes, enjoying the peace of the bathroom, listening to the water rush over my ears. 

Eventually I began to wake up and after washing my hair with the tiny scented shampoos and rinsed with my brought from home raspberry scent. I stepped from the shower and dried off, and then brushed my hair straight. I put on the plush robe and padded back into the bedroom. I sat on the end of the bed, brush in hand and felt the feeling of excitement build. 

"Here's to a great summer." I said out loud as I began to get dressed. I chose a blue floral skirt and white collared shirt and slipped on my white flip-flops. I added a touch of makeup and lip gloss, grabbed the room key and slipped it into my small purse. 

I made my way down to the lobby and then out into the night air. I followed the sound of the drums and each beat drew me closer and made my heart pound faster. I turned the corner and found a party in full swing. Adults, kids and teens were eating, drinking and dancing under tiki torches. The pool was occupied by a few younger kids as their parents watched protectively from tables around perimeter. 

"Iyi aksamlar! Would you care for dinner, miss?" A woman asked me. She held out a menu and motioned to an empty table by the bar. "Or perhaps a drink?" 

"Thank you, but is it possible to sit at the bar?" I didn't feel like sitting at the table by myself tonight, and I found that if I sat at a bar, you make more friends, since people are always coming and going. She nodded and pointed the way. I thanked her and headed towards the wooden bar, covered in white lights and tiki torches. It wasn't too crowded and I found a seat in the middle, opening the menu the hostess had handed me. 

I slid my eyes over the pages, glad to see one side in English. I glanced from one side to the other, trying to familiarize myself with some words. I was trying to decide on a light appetizer when I heard a male voice. 

"Merhaba. What you like to eat?" His accent was thick and his question was missing a few basic grammatical words and sounds, but I let all that slid when I looked into his eyes. 

"Um...I, uh..." I was speechless. His eyes were deep and dark, framed by dark straight hair, falling just above the eyebrows and a few strands tucked behind his ear. He had a little goatee and a nice smile. I tried to continue. 

"I, uh, would like...a beer!" I said, not knowing what else to say. "A beer would be fine." He tapped on the bar and turned to grab a glass. I watched as he filled the glass, letting the foam run over into the drain. He slid a coaster in front of me and set the beer down. 

"Evet? Yes? Okay?" He asked this as I took a sip. I nodded. He nodded back and returned to the other end of the bar. I watched as he took the order of another young girl, smiling as she shamelessly flirted with him. I huffed, glad I wasn't one of those girls who flirted with everything in pants. I turned in my seat to watch the band play and the people dance and a few minutes later, felt a hand on my elbow. 

The touch startled me, and I jumped a little, turning back towards the bar. The guy who had served me moments before was smiling. 

"Good beer? You eat now?" He asked. I guess he meant 'can I take your order'. 

"Oh! Yes." I said, picking up the menu again. "Lets see...how about the..." I paused, and tried to pronounce the Turkish words, "...tavuckloo sandvick?" 

"Tavuklu sandvic? Chicken Sandwich?" 

"Evet!" I said, impressed by the way the words rolled on his tongue. I tried to pronounce it again, this time, getting it. 

"Good, good!" he said, taking my menu. "Ready in twenty minutes." It came out in more of a drawl, sometimes dropping the 't' sound, but his voice was mesmerizing. I think that he could have recited the newspaper and I wouldn't have cared.

I took another sip of my beer, glancing down the bar where he was standing now. The flirtatious woman was still there, leaning over to show off her cleavage. What was her deal? 

Why am I jealous? I thought to myself. Its not like I have a right to be. I sighed, and turned my attention back to the band and watched the people dance with drunken abandon. I few more beers myself, and I might be joining them.

I noticed a lone guy sitting by himself, nursing a drink and watching the dancers as I was. He was attractive; dark hair, deep eyes and...and smiling at me! I blushed because I am sure I was staring too hard. I quickly turned away.

When I caught my breath and had the courage to look back at him, he was still staring. He nodded, smiled and raised his beer to me. I nodded back, and raised my glass. I was building the courage to walk over and say hello, when a tall blonde woman sat herself at his table. Defeated, I watched as he kissed her on the lips. 

Turning bright red, I straitened myself at the bar, and downed the rest of my beer. I was embarrassed, knowing for sure he wasn't looking at me after all, and I was glad that I didn't make my way to his table. The last thing I needed was rejection on the first night!

Before I could search for the bartender, he was in front of me, ready to refill my glass. I smiled as he talked.

"You like." He asked, smiling brightly at me. I nodded my head and he replaced the glass in front of me. "My name is Cenk." 

"Hi." I said, holding out my hand. "My name is Nicole."

"Nicole." he repeated. It sounded more like Niko than Nicole, but I didn't correct him. "Please to met you." His hand lingered on mine all the while not taking his eyes from mine. I blushed for a moment, and then quickly pulled my hand from his. I felt hot all over.

He smiled, and turned from me to service the other patrons at the bar. I caught him glancing at me several times and I knew that he was looking at me from the other end. 

Soon my dinner came and I ate quietly while watching the small mounted TVs that were at the moment showing a soccer game. Bt the time I had finished eating I was stuffed, bored and now a little drunk. And it was only 8.

Cenk came over soon as I had put down my fork and whisked my plate away. He returned in a few minutes and refilled my beer, against my objections. Giving up and smiling in defeat, he placed the beer on the counter.

"You like some dessert, Niko?" He asked, bringing out a menu. "Very good treats."

I browsed the menu in vain, trying to choose something while Cenk was overlooking my shoulder and decided on a pastry dish of some sort. He told me it was a good choice, and ran to give the cook the order. 

Sitting back, I relished in the fading sun and was glad that Katie was coming soon. I don't think I would last very long here by myself seeing as I was bored already. The man who I had mistakenly thought was interested in me, was now interested in the cleavage of the woman who met him earlier. I sighed again, mostly out of embarrassment than anything else.

A moment later a woman came rushing at me, apparently frazzled. She rushed to my side and asked, "Nicole Stewart?"

"Yes?" I replied.

"My name is Anna, from the front desk. There is a urgent call for you. Would you like to take it in your room?"

"Who is it?" I asked while I gathered my purse and room key. My first thought was that maybe my grandmother had gotten sick or my dog died.

"They would not say miss, only that it was urgent to talk to you." Various scenarios played through my mind as I followed Anna to the elevator where she watched me get on. "I will send the call up right away miss." she said as the doors closed.

When the elevator dinged, I rushed off, fumbling with the key to open the door. I could here the phone ringing inside which made me panic which made me more nervous and made my palms sweat...well, you know what I mean.

I finally managed to get the door open and the ringing continued. I flew across the bed and grabbed the phone. In a breathless voice I asked, "Hello? What's wrong?" I braced myself for the worst.

"HEY!" screamed a voice into the phone. I pulled it from my ear. You have got to be kidding me.

"You there, Nicole?" I could hear Katie o the other end. I hoped for her sake that she was having an emergency.

"Katie." I managed to say after my heart went back into my chest.

"Yeah, who'd ya think?" I could hear her snapping gum.

"What is the emergency?" 

"Oh, nothing really, just wanted to know how many bathing suites I should bring."

"you called me from New York, told the front desk there was an emergency, had them pull me from my nice relaxing dinner, caused me to have a heart attack all because you cant think for yourself to know how many bathing suites to bring?"

"Well, when you put it that way, it sounds bad." I could tell I hurt her feelings, but she scared the crap out of me.

"Look, Katie, I am going to see you in like 4 days. Bring whatever you think is necessary and buy anything else when you get here." I sighed, kicking off my shoes. "Do you want me to meet you at the -" I stopped short when I heard a knock on the door. "Katie, hold on a sec." I put down the phone and padded over to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked cautiously.

"Room service." I didn't order anything, did I?

"What is it?" I asked, peering through the peephole.

"Pastry. Very good desert. You will like it, Niko." 

"How did you -?" I saw then that it was Cenk, the bartender from the pool. He brought me my dessert. I was debating if that was sweet or stalker like. I didn't get a chance to think too much as I head Katie screaming from the phone. Sighing, I pulled open the door and let Cenk in.

"Hang on a second," I said, making a 'stay' motion with my hand. He nodded as he set the tray of treats on the side table. I picked up the phone again.

"Katie, look, I gotta go. Um, room service just delivered my dessert and I need to get a tip."

"Well, fine than." She said in a huffy voice. It only lasted a second. "Meet my at the airport ok? I cant wait!"

We said our goodbyes and I hung up. Cenk was glaring at me. I glared back. I bit my lower lip and signed.

"Hi," I said, laughing lightly. "I guess you can put it on the desk." He walked over and set it up like a 4 star restaurant, complete with a wine glass, silverware and napkins.

"I saw you run away, and didn't want your dessert to go to waste." He said. "I asked front desk which room you were in, and brought it to you."

"Well, thank you," I said finally. "I hope I didn't take you away from your work. I hope no one gets mad."

"No, no." he said, smiling. "I'm off now. I have nothing else to do." My heart beat increased and I licked my lips. He caught me and laughed. "Perhaps it is not this dessert you want."

I could feel my face turn bright red and I coughed to cover my embarrassment. "Um, actually, this dessert is just fine." I said, forcing myself to control my body. The way he was looking at me with those deep brown eyes, his full lips - 

"Go head," he said pointing to the table, "Try it."

Torn from my little assessment of his body, I glanced at the pastry. It didn't look flavorful at all, compared to what I really wanted. I didn't want to be disappointed when the dessert didn't taste as sweet as I would want it to.

"I - I will, thank you," I said, moving it seemed in slow motion to the table. I sat in the oversized chair and took a bit. The sweet syrup was pooling in the plate and as I managed to move it to my mouth, a drizzle fell from the fork down my chin and down my neck. I reacted quickly, reaching for the cloth napkin, but Cenk had beat me to it.

"Let me," he said deeply, rubbing a calloused thumb over my lip. I was shocked and amazing both at his bravery for doing such a thing and the feeling that it brought from me.

"Oh," was all I could muster as his thumb glided over my lips, sliding the sugary syrup into my mouth, forcing me to suck it from him. He move lower, pushing my head back slightly, tracing the curve of my neck, dragging the sweetness back to my mouth. When he moved to use his mouth to clean the rest, I was lost in him.

"Oh god," I said through closed eyes and clenched teeth. He moved his mouth to mine, kissing me with sugary goodness, melding his tongue to mine. Pastry forgotten, I wrapped my hands around his neck, drawing him closer to me, deepening the kiss.

I was breathless. His ability to move his mouth in such a way delighted me, rarely finding another person who can kiss so generously or so well. He pulled me from the chair, walking me backwards while he caressed my ass, my breasts, filling his hands with my body. 

"I think," he said between kissing my neck and chin and lips, "That a shower would be better to remove stickiness." His eyes flared and my pulse raced, thinking of warm water flowing over our bodies.

"Good idea," I said, pulling his shirt from his torso. His stomach was smooth and flat, abs cut into definition and a small covering of dark hair on his chest. He took my hand and pulled me to the bathroom, removing his shoes in the process. 

He turned the water on, and the steam began to fill the room. He closed the door and turned his attention back to me. He slid my dress off my shoulders, over my hips and watched as it pooled to the floor.

"I don't do this." He said. I was confused when he made this statement, and I stepped away for an instant. "I mean I do not seduce girls many times. I saw you come to the bar, and you looked beautiful. You were all alone, and I am all alone and I wanted to meet with you."




Turkish Delight



I didn't know if I should believe him or not, but at this point it was no use worrying about it. My body was on fire for him, and no one would ever know anyway. I could afford myself a little fun while on vacation. 

I kissed him hard, pulling my panties from my ankles, trying to hurry him along. When we stood naked in the steamy bathroom, we drank each other in, a hunger in our eyes. He moved first, crushing my body to his, kissing me deeply while I moaned. He reached between us and lightly caressed the mound of center, smooth shaven from my earlier shower, and gently slid a finger into the fold. I reacted immediately, moaning against his mouth, arching against his hand.

I felt his cock pressing against my leg, and I blindly reached for it, gripping the warmth in my palm. It was smooth and large and like me, no pubic hair. I found this oddly erotic and my clit began to throb. 

He withdrew his hand and pulled back the shower curtain, pulling me gently with him. Stepping into the stream the beads of water formed off our bodies. I tilted my head back, allowing my long hair to take on the weight of the water. Cenk watched in fascination as wrung it out and moved for him to get some of the water. I poured liquid shower gel into my hand, creating a lather and began to rub my body, little bubbles scent surrounding me. 

Cenk watched for a moment while I rubbed my full breasts, gliding my fingers over my nipples, hardening them. The slickness gleamed and slid from my torso to my thighs and legs. Without waiting any longer, he moved to tweak a nipple between finger and thumb. I arched into his hand, a moan escaping my lips. 

His body moved closer to mine, rubbing gently against me. The water poured over our heads and between us, the steam increasing the scent of my womanhood. I leaned into him, kissing his neck, down his chest and to his hip bone, squatting as I went. Finally I was on my knees in the shower, his hand on my head, my face in his lap.

As the water rushed over my ears, I took his engorged cock and slid it into my mouth. A sound escaped his lips as I encircled the head, bobbing up and down. I held onto his ass, hoping not to fall, filling my mouth with his rod. I could feel it twitch and pulse with each suck and seemingly getting harder and harder in my mouth. 

Several minutes later he pulled me up, capturing my mouth with his, and moved his hands to my ass. His fingers slid easily over my backside, sliding upwards around my waist. 

"How you want to do this?" He asked breathlessly. I smiled and turned around, bending over and gripping the end of the tub. Instantly he was upon me, sliding his cock between my crevice, seeking out the moist hole between my legs. He guided himself into me.

The feeling of complete fullness overcame me, and I pressed back into him. His hands splayed over my ass, pulling and pumping at the same time. I placed my hand to steady myself on the tiled wall, my hair falling limply over my eyes. 

"Niko, Niko!" I heard him call from behind me, fueling my passion on. With my free hand I reached between my legs, seeking out my clit and flicking it with a wet finger. My fingers glided over his balls each time they slapped against my ass. He began to mutter in Turkish, calling out foreign words in breathy syllables. 

As my orgasm climaxed, my pussy squeezed tightly, milking his hardened cock and I felt his hands tighten. The water was thundering in my ears which were now ringing from the aftermath of rushing blood and a held breath.

"Take me to the bed," I said, slowly withdrawing him from my pussy. I wanted to feel him on top of me, his body driving into mine. He turned off the shower, reaching for a towel and briskly rubbing the water from his tan body. I did the same, quickly wringing out my hair, and opening the bathroom door into the room.

The door to the balcony was open, and a muggy summer breeze scented with Jasmine filled the room. The moon was slicing through the blinds and casting white pools onto the bed. Before I walked more than a few steps into the room, Cenk scooped me up and placed me on the bed, sliding in between my legs.

He kissed me deeply, his goatee brazing my mouth and cheeks. His hands continued to explore my body, heated and heaving. He repositioned his body, lifting my knees slightly, sliding himself into my body. I arched into him, pushing my breasts forward where he took the liberty of flicking with his tongue.

My fingers found their way into his dark wavy hair, gripping and straining against him. He moved within me, lucid movements mixed with foreign passion. The aroma of the room heightened my senses, and I felt close to another rise of orgasm as Cenk nuzzled his face into my neck. 

"I will cum." I heard him whisper and I wrapped my legs tightly around him. 

"Cum with me," I said, nipping at his ear. He tensed and I felt his body go ridged, and as my orgasm came, he cam in me.

He stilled; only breathing heavy and heart beating. He rested his head on my shoulder, kissing lightly. Finally he withdrew, laying next to me, his dark eyes probing mine. 

"Niko," He said, "You are guzel."

"What does that mean?" I asked laughing, tracing my finger on his arm.

"You are beautiful."

"Well, you can call me anything you want, Cenk." I said laughing. "I'll be here for awhile, so I plan on getting room service a lot."

"Niko, anything you want, I have for you."

I felt him press against me and raised my eyes to his. It seemed he had another dessert waiting already. A Turkish Delight.



Turkish Delight



It was a hot summer's day, around six months ago, when I first saw Nesrin, a new recruit in the Claims department at my insurance firm, going through the induction training. I was chatting to an accountant colleague, Steve, as she walked through our department towards the training room. As she walked through, we both stopped our conversation to look at her. Roughly 5' 9" tall and in her mid-twenties, she was very curvaceous, walking with a confident flow that caused her long hazelnut hair to sway and lift off her shoulders before returning, stroking her smooth tanned skin. She had dark brown eyes, and hardly any make-up, allowing her natural beauty to show itself. She was wearing a red halter neck top and black trousers that concealed a beautiful figure -- I guessed she was a size 14 with maybe 38E breasts -- and to me big is beautiful! I couldn't help but gaze at her as she walked past us. Her rounded bum stretched the fabric of her trousers and filled them with a most delicious shape as it wiggled inside. The halter neck had just left the top of her trousers enough for me to spy a small tattoo at the base of her back, but she wasn't close enough for me to see what it was.

For our sins, both Steve and I thought exactly the same thing as soon as the door was closed -- although it was Steve who actually said it, "A man-eater if ever I saw one." I simply smiled at him and went back to work. Over the next few days she would walk past my desk regularly in and out of that room, until the training was finished and she disappeared to her new desk downstairs.

I hardly saw her again until around two months ago when she asked me for help tracing a payment to a client. We exchanged emails relating to the query but once I had resolved it and she had thanked me I couldn't resist asking her how she was settling in, trying to get to know her a little. She said she was enjoying life with the company and I popped one back down asking her about her name, as it was one I'd never heard before. She explained that Nesrin was a Turkish name, given to her by her father who came to England and married her English mother, and despite the Turkish name she had lived in England all her life. I told her that I thought her name was beautiful and she thanked me again. From then on, on the rare occasions that we did see each other face to face I would always smile at her and exchange the usual pleasantries -- usually a simple "good morning". We would have a few more email exchanges as she asked me for help with other problems she encountered day-to-day, and she always seemed very polite and friendly -- quite the opposite one would expect from a "man-eater".

A couple of months ago we decided that the Finance team, where I was based, should move downstairs to give more room for the expanding Sales team and fill an empty office off the main Claims room. After a couple of weeks we decided that the space was a little too cramped, so we arranged for the partition walls to come down, leaving us all in a big open space, although I still sat some distance away from Nesrin.

One recent Saturday, I was doing some overtime trying to get some accounts ready for head office. I was alone in Finance and there were three working the Saturday evening shift in Claims that was about to end. I decided I needed a tea break as I still had a fair bit of work to get through before I would feel comfortable enough to leave the rest to do on Monday morning. The claims guys were packing up for the evening and I heard the unmistakable sound of high heel shoes on the kitchen's lino floor surface. I turned to see Nesrin bringing her cup into the kitchen to rinse it out. She stood at the sink and started to rinse, half-heartedly smiling at me, 'Hi Andy, you okay?' 'I'm fine thanks, how about you? Working late again? You always seem to be here, and I thought I was around quite a bit!' 'Yeah, I could do with the extra money really.'

It suddenly struck me that yes, she was around here a hell of a lot and the extra work was taking its toll. She was still gorgeous, but her eyes didn't seem to sparkle as they once had. 'You out on the town tonight, then?' I asked. 'Saturday night is party night.' 'No, not tonight. A night in front of the telly is all I seem to do these days.' 'These days?' I enquired. 'I was under the impression that you girls in Claims were always out on the razz together?' She smiled, and continued to work the sponge into her cup. I ran my gaze along her arms to her shoulders, her hair that hid part of her face from me. With it being Saturday and the company's dress code therefore not so strictly enforced, she was able to display her spectacular fashion sense. She was wearing a slightly off-white ankle length skirt and a dazzling multi-coloured wrap style top. The garments, as every garment she ever wore, accentuated her glorious figure to the maximum. While my eyes took in her incredible curves, I was oblivious to the kettle that had boiled at some point during.

She sensed me looking at her and she turned her head to look at me, and I tried to make it look as though I had been making the tea all along, but in my panic I caught the mug with a trailing hand, knocking the tea bag out and sugar all over the surface. She giggled at my predicament and I felt even more foolish once she branded me a 'clumsy oaf'. After a moment of embarrassment I responded by laughing with her. Eventually our laughter subsided and I said, 'That's the ticket.' Her face fell into a more serious look and she replied, 'What do you mean?' 'I mean you've got a beautiful smile and I really like seeing it. It isn't around very much these days. You're working far too hard.' 'That sounds like the pot calling the kettle black to me. You are here as much as me.' 'But I've got good reason to,' as I nodded my agreement. 'Don't have much else to do but go back to an empty flat.'

Our conversation was interrupted by one of Nesrin's colleagues wishing her goodnight, she responded 'Night John'. He was pleasant enough to give me a smile and a 'See ya', but in truth I didn't even know the bloke. Wouldn't have even known his name if Nesrin hadn't said it. He left with the other guy leaving just Nesrin and myself alone in the office. 'What makes you think I've not got a good excuse for being here, Andy?' I scoffed in reply, 'Oh, come on! They must be queuing up round the block to date you!' She pressed her lips tightly together in lament, 'No. Since I split up with my boyfriend I've taken a break from men. Spent some quality time with me.' 'Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise.' 'No, that's alright, don't worry about it. I was upset when it happened, especially trying to settle into a new job at about the same time, but I'm used to it now. It was made easier by people helping me settle in, like you with all your help.' 'Don't mention it.' I smiled at her again. 'It's what I'm here for.' I suddenly realised that my tea was still brewing, and the thought of stone cold tea so strong you could stand a spoon up in it didn't appeal. I hurriedly took the bag out, and moved towards the bin to get rid of it. But Nesrin was still standing at the sink and the bin was the other side of her.

She apologised and tried to move out of the way but was hampered by one of the chairs in the "break out" area of the kitchen. I reached across her and tried to get the tea bag off the spoon, having to shake it gently to finally free it. She was on tip toes trying to get out of my way, but over balanced and almost fell backwards over the top of the back of the seat. I quickly reached out with both arms and pulled her back in towards me as she let out a soft squeak of panic. She landed back pressed against me with her face on my shoulder, giggling frantically. Her fine hair was rested on the stubble on my chin and an array of scents rose from her -- I instinctively held her to me with my hand rested gently on the back of her head, and my self control disappeared entirely as I placed a kiss on the top of her ear.

She lifted her face and looked aghast, staring straight into my eyes. 'Oh God' I thought to myself, 'You've really buggered this one up you idiot.' and prepared myself for a hard slap on my cheek or a verbal volley from her. But without saying a word, she pressed her lips to mine in a passionate embrace. I pushed my tongue to meet hers and she accepted, putting her long manicured fingers through my hair as our kiss deepened, our embrace locking us together and I placed my hand on her cheek, gently stroking it and toying with her earring that dangled a centimetre or so from her ear. We fumbled around the chair that had left us in this state -- and she stood with her back to the wall -- her hands were now on my back, the nails scratching the flesh through my shirt. Her lips left mine and she pulled my hand and led me from the kitchen and hurried to my desk, pushing my chair away and perched herself on the surface.

She kissed me again, and starting tugging at my tie trying to free it from my collar. I put my hands on her hips and ran them up over her curves, reaching the belt that was holding her top in place. I freed it as she was unbuttoning my shirt and running her fingertips across my bare chest, toying with the sparse hairs that grew there. She pulled my shirt away and I pulled the arms off myself to leave me in just my trousers. As her belt slipped away her top loosened. She moved towards my trousers but I stopped her before she touched them -- I was determined to savour this moment so I put her hands on the desk and moved towards her. She pulled her skirt up to give enough room for me to manoeuvre close to her. Her legs were parted slightly so I put one leg between then and held her close to me. She gasped as I pressed my mouth against hers again, tasting her sweet mouth, sucking her tongue and biting and nibbling on her lips.

I moved down to her neck, kissing and gently sucking the fragrant flesh there, sliding my hands around her waist inside her top, and tickled her soft, smooth skin with my fingertips, feeling the goose bumps of pleasure rise on her flesh. She groaned quietly as she allowed me to dominate her, and my fingers had traced all the way up to her shoulders, still under the thin fabric of her top, I gently lifted it away and slid it over her shoulders to reveal her sumptuous dark skin and her pink bra that struggled to hold her magnificent breasts. I gazed at the bra, and couldn't help but think of that exotic sumptuous sweet, Turkish delight, as I slipped my hands up her back to the clasp and slowly unhooked it. The hooks came free and I pulled the straps over her shoulders and pulled the bra away from her giant tits. They stood out from her chest, inviting and alluring, they had a perfectly symmetrical shape and dark brown nipples set on large areolas. As I gazed at them I felt my cock twitching in my trousers, and couldn't wait to lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth.

I flicked over one with my tongue, circling it by licking its areola. I brought my hand to cup her breast but it could hardly hold one alone and it tried to spill over the span of my fingers so I took the whole nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it and sucking until it reached the size and hardness of a bullet between my lips. Nesrin groaned loudly and pulled my head hard into her bosom, scratching my scalp with her nails. As she did this she reached under my arm and placed her hand on my chest, pushing the palm of her hand down to the belt of my trousers, paused for a moment teasingly, before lowering her hand even further to cup my semi erect cock in her hand. My cock responded sharply and stiffened accordingly, and soon a huge lump protruded. She expertly undid my belt buckle and the fly of my trousers with one hand, and soon they were round my ankles. I had moved my attention to her other breast and soon both her nipples were pointing, huge and proud, directly in front of her, and gave her tits a higher, firmer look.

I pulled her away from the edge of the desk, and her nipples dug into my chest. I reached round her back frantically grabbing her ass, squeezing and kneading the cheeks in rhythm with our hot passionate kisses. I found the top of the zip of her skirt and pushed it down, the waist loosened and I slid my fingers inside it to slide it over her hips. It got stuck momentarily as I struggled to push it over her ass, but finally it was free and slipped down her thighs. I ushered her gently back onto the desk, and she perched herself on the edge and looked down at the bulge in my boxer shorts, biting her lip naughtily and she rubbed the hard ridges of my cock with her fingertips, sending waves of pleasure through my shaft. I kissed her again, taking her tongue into my mouth hungrily before she pulled away and laid on her back, pushing the keyboard and mouse away from underneath her with her right hand and a pile of paperwork off onto the floor with her left. Her tits rolled back almost hitting her on the chin and she pulled her legs into the air, gasping with excitement, and I knew what she was beckoning me to do, and was only too happy to oblige her.

I stood over her, gazing down at her body from between her shapely calves, and hooked my fingers onto either side of her skimpy pink panties. I tugged them from her hips, and they slipped under her ass. As I pulled them up her thighs, they revealed her small, trimmed tuft of hair and just beneath, a tight slit already slick with her hot sex juice. I pulled the panties over her shoes that she had left on and dropped them on the floor. I leaned over her and kissed her belly, deliberately pressing my cock against her pussy, causing us both to groan as I could feel her hotness through my boxers. I pushed my tongue across her belly and the sides of her waist, delighting in the sweet aroma and taste of her gorgeous flesh. I moved my kisses back up her thighs, spending no more than two or three kisses on each thigh, alternating between them and gradually working my way down to her ass cheeks, playfully biting one and sucking gently leaving a small, red mark.

I placed a hand on each of her thighs gently easing them back causing her pussy and puckered asshole to protrude towards me. I placed a single kiss on the mound of hair, and let out a hot breath that she felt on her pussy, before I let my tongue into that hot slit of moisture, craving the sweet flavour of her pussy. My tongue slid into her wet hole, which burned so hot and she gasped, and this spurred me on so kept tonguing her, swirling inside licking and teasing the juice that oozed out of her. I moved my tongue up to her little clit, with stood proud in its fleshy hood, circling it with the very tip of my tongue, she shuddered in pleasure as I pressed my tongue all over it, taking it between my lips and pushing my tongue onto it. From here I looked up and could see her kneading her breasts, squeezing them and pinching the nipples, rolling them between her fingers as her breathing became more frantic and she bucked her hips, lifting her ass off the desk into the air. She had lifted her ass just enough for me to see that her tattoo was that of a dove -- the bird of peace - small but beautifully designed. I smiled at its beauty momentarily then slid my tongue over her clit, deep into her pussy collecting the copious fluid that now coated her flesh, and down further still, turning my attention to her tight asshole. I flicked my tongue over the tight opening, and licked the insides of her soft cheeks and spied more of her pussy juice escaping her pink fleshy hole and moistening her asshole even more as it mixed with my saliva. I could sense her orgasm was near so I wasted no time in working back over her clit with my tongue, licking and sucking frantically and she shook her head violently from side to side, pushing her hips down hard onto my face, grinding the flesh of her pussy onto my mouth. She let out a soft squeaky scream and her pussy oozed her orgasm out onto my tongue and her ass.

I slowly licked some of her juice clean as she recovered, but my cock was now throbbing and ready to split my boxers in two and I couldn't wait a second longer. I pushed my boxers over my cock -- the waistband momentarily stuck and I had to free my cock with my hand -- and dropped them to the floor. She used her own hands to pull her legs back, inviting me into her. I held my aching shaft at the entrance to her pussy, and rubbed its bulbous, sensitive flesh over her clit, feeling the searing heat of her burning pussy. I slowly pushed my hips forward, and my cock gradually slid into her. Her pussy was soaked, and my cock slid in up to my balls easily. I slowly slid my cock in and out of her, gradually speeding up my rhythm and getting harder and harder, her pussy making squelching sounds that turned me on. I started to ram in and out of her, my balls slapping her asshole and my cock shining with her juice. Her whole body was rocking back and forth on the desk, and her tits rolled up under her chin and back down, in time with my furious, crazed motion. I reached between her calves and grabbed those beautiful mounds, squeezing them hard and she responded by placing her hands over mine as my fingers toyed with her stiff nipples.

She started releasing a series of high pitched wails, with urged me to move my hips even faster and harder and soon I started to feel my muscles spasm deep in my groin, I desperately wanted to slow down and savour the incredible intensity we had generated together, but I couldn't stop myself. The whole of my balls were aching for release, and my cock was burning hot and I pounded her pussy. I felt an incredible sensation as the walls of her pussy tightened around my shaft, and the ridge of my cock's head seemed to grow, causing the flesh to tighten. I let my head fall back and groaned loudly into the air and released wave after wave of my hot sticky cum deep into her, squeezing her tits even harder and trying not to slow or lighten the motion of my cock inside her, until waves of pleasured pain worked up my shaft and I had to stop. I held my cock inside -- it remained stiff for a few minutes -- and I collapsed back into her arms and we kissed, panting and exhausted, our bodies soaked with perspiration.

Eventually, she broke the silence, saying, 'We'd better get out of her before the caretaker comes and finds us wanting to lock up.' I reluctantly stood, my cock limp and spent, and bent over to pick up and pass her panties to her. As she smiled sexily at me, I recalled our conversation, 'You've got a funny way of taking a break from men haven't you?' She laughed at me, putting her clothes back on, trying to persuade her huge tits back into their bra, and within minutes, she kissed me goodnight and left for the evening.

I decided that I couldn't possibly go back to work after this, and the accounts could wait until Monday. I straightened up my desk, packed my belongings into my rucksack and left for home.

That evening and all through Sunday I couldn't get the experience out of my mind, and was furious with myself that I hadn't even thought to take her mobile number. Because I couldn't contact her, all kinds of panicky thoughts raced through my head over whether I'd done a smart thing. It felt great at the time, and it felt as though she felt it was great, but enough doubt had worked into my mind that by the time Monday morning arrived I was a bag of nerves.

The working day started much the same as ever, I was in early and the thirty or so people that worked in the same room filtered in over the next hour or so. Then, at around eight-thirty, Nesrin arrived. She was wearing a smart business suit -- a knee length skirt and jacket, both black, with tights or stockings, and the same high heels she wore on Saturday. Her blouse was white and overall her dress made her look very professional, although I couldn't help but notice the buttons of her blouse were stretched by those amazing breasts, and this caused my cock to stir in my trousers. The day was going normally enough until I felt a presence on my left, and there standing next to me she was, looking down holding a claim file in her hand. She placed the file on the desk, 'Could you just check that this payment has gone through, please?' and smiled at me, before turning and walking out of the room with her wonderful wiggle. I opened the file and noticed she had left a post-it note inside for me, 




Turkish Delight



"8TH FLOOR".

I remembered that the 8th floor had been empty for a few weeks after the previous firm to occupy had gone bust. I removed the note, closed the file and left it to on side. I paused at my desk, thoughts racing through my mind as to what lay in store for me. I hurried out to the lifts and pressed the "11" button and waited. The lift beeped as it reached the 11th floor and the doors clicked open. I walked out and looked around the deserted floor. No furniture, no partition walls, just a giant empty space. Empty except for Nesrin, leaning at one of the windows with her hands rested on the ledge beneath the pane of glass, her perfect ass jutted out behind her in the tight skirt. She looked behind her and saw me standing at the lift. She smiled, looked back outside and lifted her hands from the ledge, round to her thighs to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing inch after inch of delicious stocking-covered flesh. The skirt eventually ran up to her ass, and I could see she was not wearing any panties. She finished repositioning her skirt and then used her hands to hold her ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs open, and spread he legs for me.

My cock was already hard and I walked towards her, unzipping my fly as I went. Without saying a word, I positioned my cock behind her, grabbed her hips and plunged inside her pussy, which was already soaked with her juice. Sensing her urgency for satisfaction, I immediately started with long, hard fast strokes in and out of her, her pussy tight around my shaft. She tightened herself further by closing her legs, squeezing my cock and increasing my pleasure. She began to push herself backwards onto me, grunting and moaning as she matched my rhythm. As I slammed into her, the impact of my hips on her ass sent ripples across her beautiful flesh, and I reached under her and pushed her blouse up around her neck, and release her pendulous tits from her bra, squeezing them and flicking her nipples with my fingers. The length of my strokes meant that my cock came out of her completely a few times, but this was no problem as it was rock hard and its glistening head glided back into the welcoming folds of her hot pussy. My cock was going into spasm within moments, and I lurched forward then rolled back, feeling the muscles tighten at the base of my shaft, and gave one final hard plunge before pumping her full of hot cum.

We returned to work hurriedly so we wouldn't be noticed as missing and continued our working day. I want our liaisons to continue in the future, as we are both unattached (hey, what guy wouldn't?) and she is so sexy, a girl to die for. If there is any more to tell you all in the future you will hear it here first!



Turkish Delight?



Her Husband had taken her to a Turkish restaurant but had forgotten his chequebook...

The restaurant wasn't equipped to take credit cards... 

He thought he would pay with his wife's body... 

The idea excited them but they knew he would nip out to the bank at the end of the meal and get some cash, leaving her a while to pretend.

She was, in fact, the only woman present and had been eyed-up all evening by the swarthy, moustachioed, Turk card-players in the other side of the room. 

A woman was wailing in the background... a music video on the television in a corner.

Actually, Tom and Alexandra were the only clients eating in the place.

Exceptionally, she was wearing a V-cut blouse showing off her ample, soft, white cleavage and also a long wrap-around, cotton skirt that had been falling open around her soft, smooth, milky-white thighs, and that she had been pulling together from time to time as she innocently crossed and uncrossed her legs. 

Of course, being a respectable, married woman, she had frequently pulled the skirt back across her thighs.

* * * * *

About Alexandra and Tom

She was a sweet, lovely, charming woman who got on well with everyone, loved animals and children and was very submissive by nature. Her husband had fallen in love with her during their long courtship, when, little by little, they had discovered each other's deepest, darkest secrets and fantasies and also, little by little, this sweet, ordinary looking woman became the most beautiful and sexiest woman under the sun.

He was madly in love with her and she with him. He had made her feel so special that she could not help but radiate beauty, love, fun, romance and...sexuality

Together, over the years, they had wandered through the hidden attics of their minds, opened all the doors, seen everything, and now they could be totally free with each other. 

Nothing at all to hide. 

For instance, most wives would be shocked and disgusted if they found their husbands reading dirty stories or looking at pictures and videos of teenage girls being fucked and spunk-splattered by older men. 

Not her. 

This was one of her husband's hobbies but rather than chastise him, as most wives would, she encouraged him with stories of her own about schoolgirls she had taught who had been fucking since the age of thirteen. 

She would point out young girls in the street and make lewd comments to him, reading his dirty mind. 

Sometimes, as they fucked, she would remind him of such-and-such a girl they had seen and describe how she would probably love to be sitting on his face as she sucked on his big dick. Alexandra would then take advantage of his spurting cock to fill her mouth with his hot, creamy spunk.

They had the most wonderful sex life. 

He had brought out her sluttish side and they both loved it. No one could have imagined that this respectable lady was, perhaps, one of the sluttiest women on earth. 

She may even have been the reincarnation of Cleopatra, they joked, a woman who had spent her life fucking.

* * * * *

About Alexandra

Yes, this sweet Alexandra had a mind as dirty as any horny sex-craving man.

Sometimes it amazed her to feel how the most disgusting scenes turned her on as she masturbated, reading nasty stories on the Internet. 

And she masturbated as often as she could if she wasn't being fucked or fingered by her husband. 

She loved sex. 

She loved fucking, she loved cock, and she loved men. 

She wasn't exactly a nymphomaniac but she found it incredibly difficult to refuse a man who was lusting after her. 

(But, what man would resist a horny woman if she started lusting after him?) 

Tom had helped unbridle her imagination and now her sexual fantasies roamed her mind like lusty mythological creatures - half human, half animal. 

She had discovered many sexual fantasies hidden away... and a few of them had already been fulfilled.

But she still hadn't been gang banged by a group of strange men. She had often rubbed her clitoris sore whilst looking at videos of women being fucked by half a dozen horny guys (preferably black) or reading stories about such things.

She wanted Tom to be there when this happened. It couldn't be any other way.

This evening, as they ate, Tom, her Master and husband, had been suggesting that all these Turkish men, playing cards, were probably feeling very randy having this lovely, sexy woman - the only woman - in their restaurant.

Alexandra was feeling horny. 

Tom has this power over her. 

This is why she is his willing sex slave. 

* * * * *

Her soft, shaved pussy was a very moist little pussy and her nipples were blatantly happy campers beneath her braless blouse as Tom and Alexandra now chatted with the young, Turkish waiter. 

Alexandra was smiling and blushing a little as the young man's gaze kept slipping between her big tits. She felt happy and relaxed - the bottle of French Merlot they had drunk with the simple meal had played its part in creating this peaceful state of mind.

Tom and Alexandra were asking about the card game the other men were playing in the darkened section of the room, semi-partitioned off by a low wall and arches. There were four or five round tables with three or four men per table slapping down cards, sometimes laughing, sometimes arguing and drinking shot glasses of a clear liquid poured from a bottle on the table.

The handsome Turkish waiter had great difficulty speaking either Italien or English - the only two languages Tom and Alexandra spoke - but he laughed and smiled a lot, used gestures and was now scribbling something on the paper tablecloth. 

As Alexandra leaned closer to see what he was writing her ample bosoms were pressed against his arm. She pretended not to notice and stayed in that position, rubbing her hard nipples against him as she reached to pick up her wine glass.

Tom knew exactly what she was doing and discretely nodded at her as their eyes met. 

He loved to see her flirting.

* * * * *

Alexandra again

He had already watched her being fucked by her black lover - which had acted out a couple of their fantasies - and, for some reason, this memory was invading him at this moment. 

She had warned him that what happened between her and Lenny was purely physical... chemical... and that she would be a screaming chocolate mess. 

But Tom had insisted that he wanted to see them fucking.

He was her Master and so Alexandra went along with his desires.

Still, he hadn't really been prepared for what he saw and heard that night. 

He couldn't stop cumming. 

He didn't even have to wank - just touched his cock or balls and the spunk would start to dribble and spurt as he watched 

Alexandra and Lenny fuck like animals.

Even when his balls were completely empty Tom was still cumming as he watched his darling, sweet wife suck on that big black cock. She was insatiable. So was Lenny. Tom had felt an incredible jealousy that this black man could make his wife so fucking sex-crazy but he was able to translate that jealousy into pure lust. 

Tom had never cum for so long or so many times in his life whilst witnessing his wonderful slut wife having orgasm after orgasm for hours...

* * * * *

Suddenly Alexandra and the waiter were standing up and going over to the other side of the room. The waiter shouted something to the card players, in Turkish presumably, and they all looked up at this happy, smiling, voluptuous, white woman being escorted over into their all-male zone.

This part of the room stank of Male man:

Body-sweat mixed with cheap, musky aftershave lotions, the blue-grey smoke of Turkish cigarettes, the sweet, sickly aniseed alcohol they were drinking but, behind all those overpowering male smells, Alexandra's sensitive nose was also drinking in the rich, odour of Male sex.

All of her senses loved cock. 

But at this moment it was her sense of smell that was being intoxicated by that delicious reek. 

The thick, salty, dirty, disgusting, exciting smell that emanated from between a man's legs made her mouth water. 

A mixture of sweat, piss, semen and shit? 

What else could it be? 

It was absolutely disgusting to think about... but she loved it!

She was bathing in these odours like... a pig in shit.

Tom watched as the waiter sat her down between a group of men at one of the tables and, of course, she became the centre of attention. He was amazed at how demure she still seemed, knowing how horny she must have be feeling surrounded by all these attentive males.

Obviously the waiter was trying to explain to her the subtleties of the card game that was being played but Alexandra was longing for other games, Tom was sure. A number of the Turks had got up and were standing around her, leaning over the table as she was dealt a hand. They were pointing at her cards, trying to help her play, whispering into her ears, rough fingers touching her briefly on the shoulders.

Tom called the waiter over in order to pay and pulled out his card.. The Visa Card. The waiter shook his head and raised his hands and Tom pretended to suddenly realise that they didn't take cards. 

He looked over at his happy wife, winked and said,

"Would you take her?"

Knowing the waiter wouldn't understand.

In Pidgin English and mime he explained he would go to the local cash distributor, then pointing at his watch, he spread his fingers to explain he would be back in ten minutes. He walked over to his happy slut wife and told her he was going to get some cash.

"Enjoy yourself whilst I'm gone."

* * * * *

As soon as Tom left the Turks became bolder and moved their chairs up around Alexandra. The waiter brought her a glass and they poured Ouzo into it... then some more and a little more. She sipped at it.

Their heavy Turk hands started to wander over her soft body and she didn't do anything about it, just pretended it wasn't happening until a bunch of fingers started tweaking and pinching her nipples through her blouse.

'He told me to enjoy myself, so I will...' 

She thought, letting herself go, almost completely. 

She was loving all these men being so attentive to her.

And suddenly she just wanted to fuck. 

But she wished her man were here.

She wouldn't do anything without him.

* * * * *

Exactly twelve minutes later Tom returned to the restaurant with cash to pay for the meal... it looked closed - the door was shut and the curtains were pulled but there was a thin line of dim light visible between them. He tried the door handle but it was locked so he knocked, then banged on the glass, panicking as he started to imagine what might be happening to his poor Alex. 

They could be raping her and what had started out as a lovely evening was becoming a nightmare.

He was stupid to have left her like that...

He banged on the glass door with his knuckles, almost bruising them and waited, then banged again.

He held his breath and pressed his ear against the cool glass - beyond the heavy pounding of blood near his eardrums he could perceive faint sounds. 

Voices, cries...? 

He wasn't sure if he wasn't inventing them.

The curtain moved, he saw a pair of dark, hooded eyes looking down, scrutinising him from the other side of the glass door, then it opened enough for him to slip into the darkened room. 

A tall, big, heavy Turk said something that he couldn't understand but his interlocutor's lewd leer, revealing stained and broken teeth, was more than eloquent...

Tom could now clearly hear human sounds coming from the back of the restaurant. 

Male and female sounds. 

It sounded like a woman being raped. 

Or was it that Turkish singer on the TV...? 

* * * * *

She had a thick cock thrust down her throat. Her little mouth was stretched. It hurt and she could feel that this huge thing was about to shoot. Her fingers were grabbing onto and squeezing the tight scrotum and she could feel that it was ready to burst. 


Suddenly he pulled out of her tight, little mouth and she cried,

"No... no... oh no...!"

* * * * *

The heavy Turk put his arm on Tom's shoulder and gently pushed him forwards. 

The room had been Marie Celested:

Suddenly abandoned. 

He walked past the remnants of their meal. 

The cards, glasses and ashtrays were waiting on the silent tables in the other part of the room the two men were now walking through. 

Most of the playing cards had been left neatly fanned, backs up. 

The chair where Alex had been sitting with her Turks was pulled back. Tom noticed that it was surrounded by a number of other chairs. He also noticed a glass and an empty bottle in the place where she had been sitting. 

One of the tables nearby was bare but the paper cloth was crumpled and stained.

Tom's imagination ran amok:

'They got her drunk on that strong stuff they were boozing and raped her on that table...' 

Tom tried to examine the stains in the dim lighting. He imagined he knew what they were. 

'They would've had to force her.' 

Because she wouldn't have done anything if he weren't there, he knew.

'They must've been sitting around her, ogling her before that...' 

He glanced back at the huddled chairs.

* * * * *

After fondling, kissing and biting all over Alexandra's body these rough men had picked her up and laid her over the table. 

She protested...

She had already started having orgasms, in spite of herself, as they handled and kissed her but now, being put into the position of a submissive bitch, her skirt pulled apart to show her firm, baby-like bottom and smooth cunt, her hands and legs held splayed she was moaning, waiting to be fucked like the bitch she was feeling...

She wanted her Master-Husband to be here...

She felt the head of a cock position itself and then slowly slip into her cunt... like a hot carving knife into a slab of soft butter. She had screamed as it thrust into her. She grabbed the other edge of the table so she could thrust back onto this pounding cock.

Where was her Man?

The horny Turk pulled out of her and splattered his spunk on her back; some of it went on the table.

She was turned over... her ankles were still being held and her legs were up in a big V showing off her little, baby-cunt. One of the old Turks was pinning her shoulders to the table as he thrust his thick tongue down her throat. Alex was sucking it as if her life depended on it. Someone else was now pumping into her cunt with short, sharp stabs. His prick was long and thin. He didn't last long but was quickly replaced by two or three others. Within a matter of minutes Alexandra had been fucked by five Turks and she had had at least eight orgasms.

"Tom... I want you... here!!!"

* * * * *

Then Tom thought he heard her moan loudly and call his name from what he supposed must be the kitchen.

'God, they are raping her. I hope they are not hurting her...'

He could hear men but couldn't work out if they were talking, laughing, arguing or chanting even. 

Then he heard a slow hand-clapping.

The big, heavy Turk stopped and pointed at the door to the kitchen, but then, to Tom's dismay he watched as the big guy put his hand over his crotch and started to rub slowly over his bulge before unzipping his flies. A big, thick cock was slowly pulled out. It dangled like a huge, hairy sausage in its semi-erect state.

Although Tom was a one-hundred-percent heterosexual, woman-fucking male the sight of this heavy meat was starting to give him an erection. 

He didn't often get to see other cocks and only had his own and Lenny's in mind. He had found Lenny's to be big and loved how Lenny had had to force it into Alexandra's cunt, in spite of her being so wet. 

But this one was humungous and it wasn't even hard!

And so, with this indecently exposed Turk and a pounding heart (now sending most of its blood to his penis), Tom walked into the kitchens where his wife was being raped...

The kitchen turned out to be a sort of Turkish-style living-room full of half naked men. A sexy, woman was singing on the television but all he could hear was his Alexandra. She was moaning very loudly, almost screaming, in fact. 

Tom slowly approached the tight group of men where the moans were coming from and suddenly saw her.

What he saw stopped his breath for a few seconds. 

When he started breathing again he was panting, his hands clammy, perspiration breaking out all over his body. 

The hairs on the back of his neck rose, making his spine tingle.

She was still dressed but the wrap-around was gaping and her blouse had been pulled up above her large breasts and...

...at least a half a dozen of her sexual fantasies were being fulfilled... 

"Or is she really being raped?"

She was being held in the air, horizontally, by a few men. 

There were some men on their knees beneath her, sucking and groping at her body. Both of her beautiful, big tits were being devoured. A young man was standing between her arms and holding her head as he vigorously fucked her open mouth. 

It was the waiter! 

The big Turk who had escorted Tom to the room was pounding into his wife's cunt with 'that' cock, which was now a fully-grown monster.

Other Turks were rubbing themselves, waiting their turn whilst others, with empty, limp dicks, just sat and watched.

The waiter pulled out of her mouth and started to spurt onto her hair as the watchers slowly clapped. 

Now that her mouth was free Alexandra could give vent to the wailing orgasm boiling up inside her as the heavy Turk continued to pound her, slapping those baby-ass cheeks with his big hands when he wasn't holding her roughly by the hips.

Tom was mesmerised and sank down into a leather armchair, hands mechanically releasing his straining cock from his jeans.

He was starting to cum as Alex was turned over and placed gently onto the large couch. 

(Mouths and hands descended onto her but the waiter was serving up the plat de resistance: Soft Wet Pussy stuffed with Long Turkish Tongue!)

When Alex eventually noticed her Master she mouthed "Thank you!" to him and then forgot all about him as she sank into orgasm after orgasm. 

The big Turk gave Tom a glass and a bottle of the strong stuff.

Tom sat back and enjoyed his wife-slut-slave who was now insatiable and craving cock, any cock and loved all the ways she was being used, loved having her Master watch her having her orgasms.

The older Turks fucked her slowly and fingered her twat, enjoying making her cum on their fingers. 

The boys fucked her like young dogs or jacked off onto her face as they watched. 

She lapped up all the spunk- some of it thick, creamy and oozing, some hanging in long threads from her chin. 

She loved to feel the hot jets of thin sperm that shot over her when her boys came in five or six spurts.

Alexandra had often dreamt of being bathed in spunk.

Meanwhile Tom watched and listened to his slut with her Turks as his cock just throbbed and came whenever it wanted to. 

He didn't need the cash he had taken from the dispenser after all...