10 comments/ 44687 views/ 9 favorites Turkish Holiday Ch. 01 By: A_Satori copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. (Author's note: This "just for fun" story was inspired by a recent news report regarding a hotel in Turkey where the male employees had been sacked for "accommodating" the female guests. It's also a nod of appreciation to the stories by New Forester.) Turkish Holiday Ch. 01 Beep! Beep! Amand slowed the kiss, then pulled his face back. He turned around and saw Melik getting out of his car. "Ahh... here is Melik." Amand introduced him to Bea. The young handsome man smiled. "Hello, nice meeting you." His hand went to her shoulder and he lightly kissed one cheek then her other. He almost smiled. Beatrice looked embarrassed. It seemed Brits were the only tourists people who didn't greet each other as he just had. "We have a good time tonight at Amand's uncle bar. I am driving us." "Yes... uh-huh." Her heart was still racing from Amand's kiss. Melik opened the rear door of the older, little car. She wasn't sure what brand it was. She sat down, too inebriated and still in the thrill of her illicit kiss to worry about how much leg she was showing to both young men. Amand slid onto the seat next to her. Melik went around and got in behind the wheel. He restarted the car and it lunged forward. Amand said something in Turkish to him. Melik nodded and laughed softly. Amand's arm moved around Bea's shoulders. He pulled her closer. Beatrice again didn't protest. He looked into her blue eyes. He liked blue eyes. He liked blond hair too. He spoke softly, "English beauty rose." His mouth met hers again and he was pleased when she responded passionately. Their tongues danced ardently. His hand was on her hip. It coursed up her side, he cupped her breast for a moment. He felt her back arch pressing her flesh to his hand. She was needy. That was good. He moved his hand moved around to her back, holding her a little closer. After a minute, Amand broke the kiss. He was breathing heavily as he planted kisses on her neck. "I watch you all days you be here. I think you so sexy, so... hot and very, very beautiful." His mouth returned to Bea's again. Her tongue was even more frenzied. His hand slid up from her narrow waist again and cupped her ample breast more firmly than before, his thumb rubbed the turgid nipple beneath the dress. Her back arched again, pushing her fleshy mound towards his hand as she huffed a warm, moist breath into his mouth, her tongue never stopping its crazy dance with his. He felt her hand move onto his shoulder then slide to the back of his neck. Yes, his English rose was in full bloom. He moved his hand again, firmly sliding around her slender body, down to her arse fingers pushing under it, then her thigh, up to her breasts again. Sometimes to catch his breath he kissed her face, or neck, before returning to her mouth. She liked the kisses to her neck, tilting her head back to receive them. Bea sensed the car leave the tarmac of the highway, turning onto a dirt road. The smooth ride became bouncy. Maybe that was why it took her a few moments to realize Amand's hand was becoming stronger on her breasts, kneading her mounds roughly, digging his fingertips into her flesh just short of it being painful. She was surprised, nearly shocked that she found it thrilling, especially when his thumb and finger clamped her taut nipple poking up against her bra and the thin fabric of her form fitting cotton tank dress. When he twisted and tugged her turgid nub she exhaled sharply into his mouth again. The car hit a few deeper ruts in the road and it seemed to cause Amand's hand to grip tighter for a moment. She couldn't recall the last time she had been kissed like this. It had to be before she married James. Amand was an expert kisser, even on the bumpy road his teeth never gnashed against hers. Amand became bolder. He released her breast and his hand slid down again, this time onto her inner thigh. Her legs automatically closed but his hand pushed and she didn't struggle against it. His palm cupped the panel of her tiny cotton thong. He knew it was a thong, he hadn't seen any panty lines on her seductive arse. He almost laughed. It was already damp. Bea moaned, "Mmmmmhhh." Her thighs opened wider and she pushed her pubis towards his hand. She felt his fingers slide under her, then his thumb found her clit as if it had eyes. She jerked her head to the side. She started panting her breaths. "Mustn't... You... you shoon't, Amand... you... you shoon't touch m..." His mouth covered hers again and his tongue was as even more impassioned, so was her own. His hand moved again, his fingertips pushed her panties to the side. She felt two fingertips sliding up and down her slit, sensually but firmly. Then they were on her clit. Her body shivered with pleasure. "Mmmmh," she moaned into Amand's mouth. By the time they were in the seaside village where the bar owned by Amand's uncle was located, Bea was trembling and near orgasm, when Melik, speaking in Turkish, asked Amand for directions. The kiss broke. Bea was nearly panting as she looked down and saw her dress bunched up passed her hips. She wiggled a few inches away from Amand and tugged her dress down to decently cover her thighs. She glanced at Amand's crotch before he leaned forward to point out a street to Melik. There was a bulge there, unmistakably an erection. She had excited him as much as he had her. The corner of her mouth curled into a half smile as she felt at least a smidgen of self-confidence in the situation. Amand turned his head and looked at her. He smiled. "We be at bar very soon, Bea like the letter." She nodded and smiled. "All right." She felt a nearly undeniable urge to grab him and kiss again. Amand pointed once more at the windscreen. He spoke Turkish. Melik responded in the same language. Bea looked out the open side window. It seemed like a quaint village, although in the dark she couldn't see how quaint or clean it was. She smelled the sea. Down one street they passed she saw the water and a dimly lit dock, a fishing boat moored to it. The car slowed then stopped. Melik switched off the engine. All the buildings looked dark, no bright windows. She finally noticed a dim light coming from one open door directly on the other side of the street from where the car was now parked. "Come, Bea, we are here." The three of them walked into the dimly lit bar. It was simple in decor. A ten foot long wooden bar, bottles of spirits on shelves behind it. Maybe a dozen wood tables with bent cane wooden chairs. There was a little terrace off the small space. She could vaguely make out boats, probably more fishing boats, rocking gently in the water. Three men were sitting at a table near the terrace. One was a man about 40, the other two were older, grayer, and more weathered. All the men turned to look at them. Amand pulled out a chair at a table not far from the door or the bar. "You sit, Bea. I talk to my uncle for some minutes, then we have drinks." Bea sat down and set her purse on the table. She noticed the forty-ish man gave her an unabashed, lingering elevator gaze. He then looked at Amand approaching him. He stood and they did a perfunctory, double kiss embrace. They both sat down. The man she assumed was Amand's uncle nodded at the two older men, the two gaffers said a few words, down their drinks, then stood up and started towards the door. Their eyes were glued to Beatrice. It made her slightly nervous as if they were looking at her disapprovingly. She imagined they were fishermen but had no real idea what they did for a living. She felt better when the men walked out into the dark night. She watched Amand and his uncle. The older man looked angry, then he spoke loudly. Amand pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. He gave it to his uncle who started counting it, when he finished he slapped it down on the table. Amand spoke rapidly. His uncle turned his head to look at Bea again. She tensed and didn't know why. Melik was getting irritated. He leaned towards Beatrice. "I did not know they would be talking so long. I hope you can wait for your drink. I can, I am just enjoying being sitting next to a very beautiful, sexy, young woman. Are you enjoying your holiday here in my country?" "Hmmm?" She glanced at the handsome young man. "Um... uh-huh. I mean... I am tonight. The... the beach is wonderful and the hotel too." She looked over to the terrace again. Amand was standing up. He was smiling. His uncle stood too, not smiling but not frowning either. There was something very manly, maybe the air of self-assurance and confidence that made Bea look at him more then Amand, at least for the moment. She realized she was clenching her pussy and holding her breath. She exhaled. Melik whispered, "Maybe we get our drinks now." Melik stood up, nodded and extended his hand. He spoke Turkish and smiled. The older man shook his hand but kept his eyes on the English woman. Amand moved around his uncle. "Bea, this is Uncle Ibrahim. He doesn't speak English so good." Ibrahim gave the good looking woman a nod. "Hello. You want drink?" "Yes, please." Bea smiled. He was large man, not fat but husky, muscular from hard work not a health club. His face was handsome in a slightly hardened manner. He had a lot of thick dark hair with some gray starting at his temples. "Thank you, that would be quite nice." Amand spoke to his uncle in Turkish. Ibrahim's brow pinched, said a few sentences, then motioned to his nephew to sit down. Amand sat next to Bea. "Uncle bring bottle over, very... very dry martinis, okay?" She turned her face to Amand as she felt Melik's arm move moved onto the top of the back of her chair. "Is your uncle angry 'bout me being here?" She felt Melik's fingers lightly stroking her upper arm. "No-no. No worry. He is glad to see you. Not many beautiful English ladies come to bar here." Amand smiled and put his hand on her thigh. He gave her toned muscle as little squeeze, again surprised how young her body felt. "The is a... also a... ahhh... pensione? A... oh... a bed and breakfast. Uncle Ibrahim has two bedrooms here he lets." His fingers dipped between her thighs and stroked her smooth skin. Ibrahim walked up with a bottle of vodka, four small glasses, and a small plate of thinly sliced lemon pieces. He set it on the table, then poured the glasses half full. He set the bottle down then passed a glass to the woman. "Here, English Bea." He sat down and picked up a glass. He looked at her. "Cheerios." Bea giggled softly, then said, "Cheers." She took a gulp of the clear alcohol without making a face, set the glass down and put a lemon slice in her glass. "This shou' be good innit." Ibrahim added a little more to her glass. She thought getting the drink topped off was funny and giggled again. Amand stood up. "I put some music on." He headed behind the bar and switched on a large boom box, tuning in a pop station. Ibrahim finished the drink in two gulps. He rose and went to the front door. He locked and bolted it. Melik pulled her closer. "You are very beautiful, Beatrice. Amand and I have talked about you before. We are glad you are staying at our hotel." Amand walked up. "Come, Bea, you dance with me." He glanced at his friend. "Melik too, will dance with you." She listened to the pop song. "Oh..." She giggled. "I haven't really danced in... in years." She had done a little at corporate parties, but James was usually busy talking to other people. Amand took her hand. "Come dance." He pulled her up to her feet, then to a more open area among the tables. He put his hands on her waist and started moving. Bea grinned and put her hands on his masculine shoulders. Her body started moving to the beat of the music. Amand moved her around the floor. She saw Melik and Ibrahim talking at the table. Amand's uncle was pouring another drink for the young man. Both were very attractive men in their own right, different of course. Ibrahim was huskier, seemed to have more strength in his muscles, more of an alpha male. His maleness exuded authority, experience, the aire of a demanding leader. She thought of James briefly. All three men in the bar were more manly than he ever had been. Her view was blocked by Amand's face. His mouth was on hers a moment later. She was instantly into the kiss, thoughts of James and the two other men in the room vanished. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue fenced with Amand's urgent, impassioned squirming lingual organ. He pulled her closer and she didn't hesitate, even pressed her breasts firmly against his chest. She felt his roaming hands move down to her arse. He cupped and firmly squeezed her toned buns. She exhaled into his mouth and shook with a thrill that coursed up her spine. "Mmhhh... mmmh." Her arms closed more about his neck. She wasn't sure but she thought the hem of her dress was moving up her thighs. She didn't care. Amand moved her around so her back was to the other men. Ibrahim and Melik looked on as they sipped their drinks. They spoke softly in Turkish. Melik smiled. "She's a hot blondie, eh, Ibrahim?" "Yes, sexy. Amand better be right about her being a slut, or he's going to still owe me that other half of the money." "Nice arse on the bitch, eh?" Ibrahim looked at the younger man. "Leave her arse for me. I get it first. I told Amand too. Finger it if you want, but don't stick your prick in it. You do that, he does that, I'll fuck her but Amand will still owe me the money." Melik was disappointed. "Yeah, okay, no problem, Ibrahim." "I'll let you two have some fun with her first, warm the bitch up for me." His mouth formed a smirky smile. Melik motioned with his head towards the woman. "She's with a little group of other English sluts. She's the best looking one, but..." He chuckled. "I wouldn't mind fucking the rest of them either. A tall one, I'd really like to fuck every hole she has. A real bitch, know what I mean?" Ibrahim released a gravelly chuckle. "They're all bitches, Melik." He reached into his lap and gave his burgeoning cock a squeeze. "You have your little digital camera?" "Yes. We'll get photos." Melik downed his drink. He shoved his chair back. "I think I'll dance a little too." He approached the woman and eyed her half exposed arse. She definitely was the hottest of that group of British sluts. He placed his hand on her middle back, then stroked upward sliding under her blond hair to her neck. He pushed her hair up to the top of her head. He leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. Bea shivered and moaned briefly as she felt a warm, moist kiss on the back of her neck, then another, moving slightly to the side, then another and another moving more to the side and down. Amand kept swaying but he shifted with each step to the opposite side of her, his tongue still playing with hers. His hand gripped the cheek of her bottom as his other slid around onto her stomach, then down. Melik's kisses were moving around front. She felt his chest against her side, mirroring Amand on her right. Amand's fingers curled around the hem of her dress and pulled it up even higher. She only moaned in protest, "Uhhh-uhhhhh." Amand abruptly broke the kiss and then his mouth was on her neck, his face stroking into her hair. She panted a couple breaths, then said, "No, you..." That's all she got out before Melik's tongue was exploring her mouth. Amand slid his fingers under the small triangle of cotton covering her cunt. He felt her slit with his fingertips. She was wetter than the car. Two fingertips started rubbing her taut pink bean. Bea tensed, then trembled. She murmured into Melik's mouth. "Uhhhh-h-h-h-h." Melik's hand also slid to her stomach, but then went high instead of low. He started cupping, then massaging her breasts. His other hand caressed the left cheek of her arse. She was already squirming, her body moving not to the beat of the music any longer, but to the stimulus of lips, tongues, fingers, hands, and the strokes of hidden vibrant, young, hard cocks, against her thighs, hips, and arse. It was so thrilling, not only all the touches, but that it was two, young, handsome men who were excited by her body. There was still a shred of decency, of propriety, of hesitation in her though. Bea jerked her head to the side breaking the passionate kiss with Melik. She was panting her breaths. "No, I mustn't... we... we mustn't do this." She didn't hear any conviction in her voice, nor did the young men. Amand lips pressed against her ear, "Oh beautiful Bea, I've never wanted any woman so much. I need you. You are so beautiful, so sexy, so hot. You like me touching you, I know you do." "I... I mustn't. I... I'm mar...." She felt Amand's finger slide into her wet cunt and begin undulating. "Mmmm.... oh... for godsakes... mustn't... no... uhhhh... oh god..." She couldn't say more because Melik's hand left her arse, slid up her back, gripped a handful of her blond hair. He pulled it back and her head tilted, then his tongue was back in her mouth. She felt his thumb and index finger clamp her nipple hidden beneath her cotton dress. Her hips started moving obscenely. She unconditionally surrendered to her needs and the two young men. Amand slid his finger into the valley of her arse. Two fingertips circled her hot arsehole. "I need you, Bea like the letter. I want to show you one of pensione rooms. Yes? Come. You and me, don't worry about Melik, you'll see him soon. Come. Come now." Melik slid his mouth off the English woman's lips to her ear. "I will make you feel good, Beatrice. Soon. Amand and I will take care of you. You not to worry, Beatrice." At Bea's other ear Amand spoke, "Now I show you the room, Bea, it is nice room. You are so hot, so sexy, Bea. You want to go to the room, yes?" Bea's inebriated mind was reeling and her body was burning for erotic thrills and relief after years of sexual frustration. She had never been prissy but she had been proper all her life. She was in her mid 30s, at her sexual peak, all the women's' magazines said so. She had a ring on her finger but her marriage was a sham. James was getting his, having his fun, getting his rocks off. She had tried her best with him, went to the health club religiously, had been sexy for him, and he not only didn't notice and refused her advances, he had made her feel worthless by fucking some office slut. Now there were two, young, handsome men, who wanted her, who were excited by her, who thought she was beautiful, and sexy, and it wasn't lies, she could feel their raging, hard cocks rubbing against her fit, trim body. She had never felt so desirable, never so alive, never so sexually wanton. She wanted to release the sexual animal that had been caged within her for years, maybe all her life. She wanted to be free and show these young men how wild she could be, how much James was missing, how much James could have had if he had just paid attention to her. She would have done anything for him, but now she'd do anything for Amand, for Melik too. Yes, two young men in one night. She had so many years of frustration to make up for. Bea panted her words, "Yes... Amand... yes, show me.... the room... show me." Amand exchanged a smile and nod with Melik. His friend gave Bea's arched neck another kiss, then he released her hair and stepped back. Amand pulled his fingers from the wet cunt of the English woman and put his arm around her waist. He kissed her temple. "Oh, Bea, you are so hot.... so sexy. We will have night to always remember." "Uh-huh... a night... to 'member." She didn't have one thought about the condition of her dress hiked up around her waist. Amand led her to a door, he opened it onto a short hallway. There were three doors off it. He moved her to the door on the left and pushed it open. It was a simple room. A fairly large bed, a dresser, a couple Persian rugs, a small table with a small lamp on it next to the bed. As soon as they entered, Amand took Bea in his arms. His mouth met hers and they began a deep, passionate, French kiss, tongues urgently dancing. His hands slid down to her arse, squeezing, massaging, gripping, sending shivers up Bea's spine. She shifted slightly, and started rubbing her wet pussy against his muscular thigh. She felt his leg push against her. Turkish Holiday Ch. 01 Amand started working her stretchy, little dress up her body. He was trying to decide if he should give the slut a little treat first, maybe it would pay off later. He had told Melik to give him a ten minutes or so alone with the bitch. He didn't want his friend to know he liked licking cunt once in a while. He thought it was what usually gave him good tips when he "escorted," in other words, "fucked" tourist sluts, and he knew especially English women liked a good cunt licking, but this wasn't like those times. He actually wanted this bitch, nearly as much as any of those three twenty-something English cunts that checked into the hotel yesterday. Schoolteachers. None of his teachers had ever looked like them. He broke the kiss. They would be at the hotel for ten days too. "Raise your arms, Bea." Bea complied and her dress was yanked up her arms and off, mussing her hair in the process. Amand pushed her to the bed and she sat down abruptly as her calves hit the mattress. "Take your shoes and bra off, Bea. Now." Amand switched on the bedside lamp, then started stripping quickly, pushing his Italian loafers off with his feet as he unbuttoned his shirt. Bea swayed a little as she raised her foot to the edge of the mattress. She giggled as she found it difficult to open the little buckle on the thin leather strap of her sandal. She finally did it, dropped her shoe to the floor, put her foot to the carpet again, then repeated the process with her other sandal. She reached behind her back with both hands, giggled again when she couldn't unclip her bra strap. She had her head tilted down and didn't see Amand step in front of her. He shoved her down on the bed. "Ooh!" His hand gripped her bra between the cups and in one swift movement yanked it open. "Oh!" Her ample breasts sprang out. Amand dropped to his knees. He gripped the waistband of her thong and hurriedly pulled it down her thighs revealing the blond haired muff. The labia were in blossom, glistening wet. He put his hands behind her knees, then roughly raised and folded her legs back. His mouth descended to her weeping blond cunt. He stabbed his tongue into her slippery channel. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh... Amand... oh... mmmmh." Bea automatically pushed her pubis towards his mouth and squirmed her hips. It had been years since she felt a man's mouth on her sex. His tongue was like a wild, erotic animal inside her. "Mmmhhh-h-h-h." Amand had decided to stick with his usual procedure for tourist sluts. He'd give her a good tongue fucking, get her to orgasm, then the bitch would do anything he wanted. He was sure of that. He could tell she was already close even drunk as she was. It told him she was in great need. He'd give her cock, they all would. Even drunk she'd never forget this night. He pulled his tongue back, lapped her turgid clit, then sucked it gently as his tongue rubbed the pink nub. He felt her hands on his head. Yes, the slut was close to orgasm. Bea's body began trembling. She knew she was already nearing her peak. "Oh... chriiiiisss... oh... Ah-ah-ah-m-mand." She panted a half dozen breaths. "G-g-g-ood... so... s-so good." Her body twitched. "Mmmh!" She felt the crazy, little animal wiggle into her channel again. "Oh... y-y-yesssss." It stayed inside her for a minute then slithered to her shivering clit again. "Oh! Yes... there... there... oh Am-m-mand." Her trembling turned into shaking. Her neck arched, pushing the back of her head into the mattress. "Ooooohh." She began twitching when he pushed her clit to one side or the other. She was quickly traveling to her peak. She pulled her hands from his hair, her arms stretched out to the side and she gripped the bedcover. "Mmmnnnnn... oh... ohgod... yessss." Amand jerked his head up. He was breathing heavily. "Bea... hold your legs for me. Back, hold them back with your arms." Bea complied, she laced her arms around her calves and realized she had never been in such a licentious, slutty pose with any man, not even James. She was thrilled by the thought. She wanted to give Amand everything that she hadn't James, that James hadn't wanted at least from her. She shut her eyes tightly as his tongue stabbed into her cunt again. Her neck arched once more. "Mmmmhh." She felt his hands slide up her sides, then his hands were on her breasts, his thumbs and fingers clamping her turgid nipples, pinching and tugging just as his wild tongue returned to her constantly tingling clit. She was on the edge of orgasm, her twitching was nearly constant. His tongue rubbed even harder and she was on the brink. What pushed her over the edge both shocked her, and surprised her that it made her peak. His digits gripped her nipples so hard, searing hot pain traveled through her breasts to her very core, then he twisted and pulled them harshly. "AHHHH!" His tongue kept rubbing her clit furiously but his tugging on her nipples lessened as her body began convulsing in the most intense orgasm of her life. She couldn't stop shaking, jerking, and twitching. He released her nipples and gripped her breasts, firmly but not savagely. Amand kept licking her tingling, shivering clit for another minute. He pulled his tired tongue into his mouth. He turned his head and lay it on her mons as he gasped breaths almost as loudly as Bea. Another minute passed as he caught his breath. He stood up. "Get on your knees, here in front of me." It was an order. "Yes... yes... I want to make you... feel so good." Bea wiggled and slid to the edge of the bed and then down to the floor. She gripped his cock at the base and began stroking it. She leaned towards Amand and started swirling her tongue around the big, deep red head. "I gave you orgasm with my mouth, with my tongue, yes?" "Yesss... oh god... yessss." She kept laving her tongue on the head. "I treated you like slut, you liked that, yes?" "I don't kn... ummm..." She thought for a moment. "Yes... yes." "Take me in your mouth, Bea." His voice lowered, "Suck me.... suck my cock, suck it like sexy slut." When he saw and felt her "O" begin sliding down his member, he grabbed handfuls of her blond hair and held her head steady. His hips began moving, pushing and pulling his cock inside her wet mouth. "Yes... suck it... suck it, Bea. Suck it like sexy slut. Do it. Do it. Suck it while I fuck your pretty mouth." She had done oral on men before, but no man, not James, not anyone had pushed their cock into her mouth, she had always been the one moving, not the man. She sucked him as he ordered. She gagged once, then again... then again. The momentary fear that he might push into her throat both scared and thrilled her. She was acting like a slut, no, she was a slut. She had become an sex crazed slut. She didn't resist his directing hands. He was wild with lust, with desire and he was so hard and big, and it was she who had made him so crazy. He wanted her, he wanted her so much he had licked her cunt to orgasm. She gagged again. Her hands held his hips, as his hands began to push and pull her head. She closed her eyes. He yanked his member from her mouth. She felt it wet against her face. She moved her head side to side rubbing it. She could still hear the music in the bar. Even though her eyes were closed she thought she sensed a flash of light. Melik stepped back into the hallway moving a step from the doorway. He looked at the little screen of the digital camera and smiled. Amand growled. "Now... back in your mouth. Suck it, suck it like my good English lady slut." He watched her mouth work for a couple minutes. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, Bea?" Bea kept her "O" sliding up and down the thick rod. She hummed, "Mmm-hmmmm." Amand leaned over her and pulled the bedcovers down and tossed them over the end of the mattress. "Get on bed." He jerked his wet cock back. It sprang nearly vertical from her mouth. Bea quickly crawled onto the bed. She lay on her back. Amand pulled her back towards him, he shifted her more, then turned her on her side. He got on the mattress, as his hand folded her upper leg towards her shoulder. He knelt straddling her prone leg, then lowered his arse to his heels. "You put my cock in." She twisted her torso to reach for his thick, throbbing prick. She guiding it to her wet, still tingling cunt. He draped her upper leg over his shoulder. His palm held her thigh at the spot it joined her torso. She was surprised the pose didn't feel that awkward. She let go when she felt the big head poke inside. She moaned, "Oh... oh Amand." He worked it in an inch or so, then back, then in, then.... "OH!" The thick cock instantly filled her channel, stretching her, the head smashed against her cervix. It withdrew so only the head was in her, then Amand thrust savagely into her again. "OH!" Her body lurched but his hand on her thigh held her in place. His cock became a piston. "Oh-h-h-h." Her body started lurching up and back with each plunge of his manhood. She had never been fucked so hard before, and never in this position. It seemed as if his raging hard cock was stroking spots inside her that had never been touched before. She incredibly felt herself heading towards another orgasm. "Oh-h-h-h-ga-a-a-a-ahhhd." She started moving, trying meet each of Amand's thrusts. "Yes... yes, Bea, fuck back... fuck back... fuck like sexy slut." She put a hand on the headboard to help her push back to meet his plunging cock. She closed her eyes and her face looked in pain, but it was incredible pleasure that made her face grimace and close her eyes. She again thought there was another flash of light. She opened her eyes and was totally confuse for a moment. Amand was holding his cock in front of her face, but it was in her pussy so wonderfully fucking her. Amand's hand moved and she felt her clit being rubbed. "Arrrh." The added sensation brought her to the edge of another orgasm. She looked up and finally realized the hand holding the manly cock belonged to Melik. "No... no... not yet... one... one at a time. I... I can't." Amand growled, "Suck his cock, Bea.... Melik likes you too. You make him hard... Do it." "Suck me, Beatrice. Suck it." "No... no not... both of y..." She grimaced when Amand gripped her hair and pulled her head back. "Ahhh-mmmff!" When her mouth opened to yelp, it was filled with Melik's cock. As Amand had, Melik started fucking her mouth. He replaced Amand's hand with both of his own, gripping handfuls of her blond hair. "Arrrmmffff," she groaned as her only verbal protest. Her mind was reeling. She was getting fucked so superbly by Amand, his fingers rubbing her clit roughly but perfectly. She had never known how much she'd like being treated so roughly. It was so hot and bestial. And now here she was sucking another handsome young man's cock at the same time. She knew James would never get a threesome, could never handle a threesome if he had the chance. As she had with Amand, she stopped resisting Melik's hands and moved her head herself. "Ahhh... yes, pretty English lady, fuck my cock... fuck it with your pretty mouth." He watched her hand move, wrap around the base of his prick and start stroking towards her sliding lips. He grinned, "Amand, I told you she would love it. Don't you, Beatrice, you love being fucked by two big men, yes?" Bea hummed, "Ummmm... ummmm." Melik grinned. He heard Amand speak in Turkish. He nodded and looked down at Bea. "You move now, on hands and knees, yes? But... don't take my cock out of your mouth. I will move too." Bea felt the wonderful cock in her cunt jerk out of her. She flinched at its exit, then as Melik moved onto the bed with his knees, sitting back and then sliding towards the headboard she followed with her hand and mouth. She felt Amand's hand pushing and guiding her hips, then pulling her up. Her arse rose. She put one hand down on the mattress, her other started stroking Melik's cock again. He sat back on his heels and her mouth followed the cock down. Her body lurched. "Mmmh!" Amand's cock was plunging into her again, relentlessly, like a piston. His hand slid under her and his two fingers were on her clit again. "Mmmmmhhh... urrrrrh... urrrh." She felt herself back on the path to her orgasmic peak again. The harder Amand fucked her cunt and the quicker his fingers rubbed her tingling, turgid clit, the quicker Bea's head bobbed and the harder she sucked Melik's cock. She felt Melik's hands gripping her hair again. Amand's other hand slid up to her breasts. She felt him squeezing her left fleshy mound, then the other. "Mmmhhh..... mmmnnnn." Amand was insatiable, he was an erotic machine. She briefly thought of James again. If he had started fucking her when Amand had, she and James would already be taking showers separately. Amand was so hot, so manly. She had never been fucked so wonderfully. "Arrrrhh... slut.... hot... fucking English slut." Amand felt himself getting close. Her cunt was so nice, firm, tight, wet, and like satin. He could feel some of her pussy juice on his thigh. He slowed his pistoning, but then thrust harder, the little clapping noises his groin had made on her arse -- smat-smat-smat-- grew louder-- SMAT... SMAT... SMAT... He liked the way her body lurched more. "Urrrh!... Mmmhh!.... Urrrrh!" Bea lunged forward slightly and groaned after each savage thrust. She started trembling and she knew she was on her orgasmic edge. Her jaw was aching but she didn't slow her bobbing or sucking. She felt possessed. She craved both to receive more pleasure and give it too. She heard Amand say something else in Turkish. Abruptly, both wonderful cocks were yanked from her body. Melik quickly moved off the bed. "No! Amand! Please... oh god... pleeeeese don't stop... don't...." As she was about to turn around, Amand grabbed her head from the other side and Melik plunged his equally thick cock into her cunt up to the hilt. "Ahh!" As before, when she opened her mouth to yelp it was filled now with Amand's member. Melik's hand moved to her clit as Amand's had. She gagged on Amand's cock as the head nudged into her throat for a moment. He pulled her hair as he pushed the head into her throat again... again... again. She took more a couple times when her body lunged forward from the strength of Melik's thrusts. "Culfff! Ulgh... uglh. Ulk!" Amand growled, "Slut... filthy... English slut." He added something in Turkish as he glanced at Melik. His friend nodded. "Yes... hot... sexy slut... sexy English slut. Arrhh.... Arrrrrrrhhh.... AH!" Amand held her head tighter as his hips thrust a little harder. Bea couldn't breathe when the thick head of Amand's cock lodged in her throat. She was a moment away from panic which oddly increased the waves of pleasure coming from between her legs. She had truly made them into animals. Amand held her head with one hand as his other moved around and under her shoulder. She felt his thumb and index finger grip her nipple then pull and twist it. The hot pain shot into her chest again making her body shake in response. Melik's cock started pistoning into her cunt. She felt Amand's cock expand then surge and it started spewing hot thick jiz right down her throat. "Ulk... ulfff... ulk!" She frantically swallowed, her throat constricting over and over again. Her panic rose again Amand growled again, "Arrrrrrrrhhhh.... yes..... Bea.... yessss." As the cock in her mouth spurted the last dollop of hot thick liquid down her throat, Melik's fingers on her clit changed speed, and direction and Amand pulled his spent, softening cock from her mouth. His hand released her hair and both hands grabbed her breasts, then his fingers gripped both her nipples harshly, twisting, tugging, and pulling them, shooting delicious, searing hot pain into her flesh. Melik's cock pounded faster and even harder. SMAT-SMAT-SMAT... And then she was suddenly at her peak. Her orgasm exploded within her. "ARRRRH!" She started convulsing, pain and pleasure swirling and coursing through her became one very intense erotic tsunami of delight. Her cunt was repeatedly contracting, seeming to be desperately trying to milk Melik's still thrusting organ. She was shaking and jerking, gasping for every breath. "Oh... oh... gahhh... gahhd.... no... oh... no..." Her arms gave out and her shoulders and head crashed to the mattress. Melik was near orgasm himself. He didn't want to cum in her cunt yet. He plunged deep into her snug channel, grinded his groin savagely against her arse and his cock inside her repeatedly contracting cunt. He slowed his fingers on her clit. He was gasping his breaths, they all were. He looked at Amand and jerked his head. Amand nodded, and let go of Bea's nipples. He moved on his knees to Bea's arse. Melik yanked his still hard and throbbing cock from the snug cunt. He knee walked to Bea's head. Bea's body was still experiencing wave after wave of orgasmic delight. She thought the boys were giving her a breather. Then Melik grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. "Ahhh! That hurt. No... no... I need to take a br..." Her mouth was again filled with cock moving in and out, fucking her orally. She knew she had no choice and again she realised that in a way, in a very good way, this was all her fault. She had excited him, her body was desirous, she had made him hard and full of lust. As she had with Amand, she started bobbing her head to assist. She felt Amand fingering her clit and manhandling her breasts again. Her orgasm began to intensify again. "Uhhhkk...... gullllk," she gurgled and sputtered a moan around the throbbing probing cock. Her jaw was aching terribly. It didn't take Melik long to feel the urge. "Yes... yes, Bea, you slut... you filthy English slut. Suck my cock... suck like a filthy slut." He pushed it harder and faster. He felt the head poke in her throat over and over again. "Yes... yes, Beatrice... down your throat... filthy bitch." "Ulk... gulk.... ulk." She felt Melik's hands tighten on her head. She closed her eyes knowing the manhood she had made hard was about to erupt. "YES! YES!" Melik's body stiffened, then a moment later his cock surged, spewing gob after gob of thick jism down the English woman's throat. "Eat it... eat it... filthy slut!" Bea still had her eyes closed, choking and swallowing, and still her body was controlled by her lessening but still intense orgasm. She again sensed a flash of light, then another, but she paid it no mind. Her repeatedly contracting throat was able to get the last of the sticky, viscous goo down her throat and Melik's cock started shrinking. The head pulled out of her throat. It was almost a relief when Amand stopped playing with her clit and breasts. He surprised her again, by gently stroking his hands on her now sweaty back, then caressed her arse. Melik stopped gripping her hair and pulled his deflated cock from her mouth. Her head bowed, her mouth stayed open as she gasped breath after breath as spunk and spittle drooled down from her lips. She heard a low, gruff voice speaking in Turkish. It took her a moment to remember Ibrahim. Ibrahim tossed a wet towel to Melik. In Turkish he said, "Wipe her face." He looked at his nephew. "Come. Get her some wine. Wine will be good for the slut." Amand got off the bed and left the room with Ibrahim. He spoke in Turkish, "Uncle, I have an idea. Those shows you used to have here?" He followed the older man out into the bar area. Melik took a few more breaths. His voice wasn't harsh, nor was it soothing either, "Lay down, Beatrice. Turn over. I have a towel for you." Bea was still gasping breaths as she mewled, "You boys... you... you... fucked me... oh gahhhhd.... you fucked me... so 'ard.... so good." She turned onto her back. It felt like every cell of her body was vibrating, shivering, tingling.