1 comments/ 43251 views/ 6 favorites Moroccan Surprise By: jokeyjk We were driving down another long and dusty road in the second week of our travels around Morocco. We were making our way across country to the next town over, and to the hotel we'd be staying in that night. As we turned out of the final bend in the road bringing us to the bottom of the hill, the bush-dotted sandy land stretched flatly out in front of us for miles. The craggy red mountains formed an almost alien horizon around us; it was like being in the bottom of a giant martian crater. I took some photos of the surreal scenery but it never seemed the same on the tiny screen. My boyfriend noticed me taking the photos. "You should save some for photos of us. No-one wants to flick through thousands of photos of rocks and trees." "We've got a few more left yet, you know." I replied, "We might squeeze a couple more on this fancy new digital camera film." He didn't reply to my sarcasm, except to poke his tongue out at me in mock-irritation. I caught him in the act, "One for the album" I noted. He sighed disapprovingly and said "Why don't you take one of yourself being a pain in the arse. That'd give everyone a good idea of my experience of the holiday." I pretended to ignore him, his comment was of course a reference to the other troubles we'd been having. With all the travelling and the small hotels we'd been staying in we'd either fallen asleep almost immediately or had next to no privacy in our room. In our room last night the wall between us and the owners was hardly more than a plastered curtain. Being keenly aware of the lack of tolerance for 'indecency' of any kind, having unmarried sex in such conditions was clearly going to cause offense (we'd had to spend the night in separate rooms in a previous hotel). Unfortunately my boyfriend's thoughts were largely guided by his need to be inside me, and although I was desperate for him, I still had to turn him down. The car rumbled on down the empty road; the next hotel I knew was a much higher standard than the previous ones (which we were both looking forward to). I had a wicked thought and decided to give him something to think about on the drive there. My seat was a bit further back than his, so he could quite see me while he was driving. I quietly unclipped my strapless bra and slipped it out of my halterneck dress, dropping it on the back seat. I pulled aside one of the cups of my dress and took a photo of my breast bulging out, with the nipple peeking from behind the fabric. My boyfriend saw me taking the photo, and tried to glance round. "Eyes on the road" I said sternly, amused by his shocked expression. He was quite clearly distracted for a moment, just as I spotted the police car up ahead. I quickly covered myself up and told him to slow down. "Why?" he asks with a knowing smile. "Police!" I squeal, irritated by his stupidity. He suddenly clicks and brakes, checking our speed. It's too late, and the police wave us over. "Passports, licence, and rental papers, please." the policeman says sternly. He eyes the documents distractedly, glancing over my shoulder and then brazenly staring at my chest. I realise he's spotted my bra, and is clearly enjoying my nipples pushing hard against my dress. I blush and pretend not to notice, keenly aware of how low the dress is, and how much of my breasts are on display without the bra holding them in place. "You were much too fast, and not paying attention to the road" he says to my boyfriend, nodding towards me. "I need to check your documents at the office. I will have them sent to your hotel with the fine." My boyfriend is clearly embarrassed by the whole situation, he quickly gives the policeman the address for our hotel for the next couple of days. The policeman gestures for us to drive on, and he carefully pulls away. A long and quiet journey finishes with us in our hotel room in the late afternoon, unable to enjoy our comparatively luxurious room. I take a shower and leave my boyfriend to his self-pity. As I leave the bathroom feeling very refreshed, there's a knock at the door. I quickly throw on flimsy pool dress and answer it. Half hiding behind the door I open it to find the policeman that pulled us over outside. He asks "May I come in?" as he pushes the door back firmly, stepping inside. I close the door behind him, suddenly feeling under dressed in my almost see through dress that barely reaches mid thigh. The dress is meant for covering a bikini, almost as decoration, and is much skimpier than I'm comfortable wearing on it's own. The policeman sits at the table opposite the bed where my now-awake boyfriend is getting up, hastily straightening his clothes. It's clear the policeman isn't interested in him, as his eyes roam over my scanty clothing. His attention causes me to blush and I can feel my dress becoming taught over my nipples. He pauses to admire me for a moment and then begins in a leisurely manner: "I was considering your fine today, and I think it wasn't a lot that you were speeding. It's less than I would hold against a friend, I would think." He looks me in the eye. "We are friends aren't we?". I look at my boyfriend, who thinks for a second, and nods slightly. I nod to the policeman once, who smiles broadly. "Where is this going?" I think, my heart beginning to quicken. "Since we are friends, you won't mind sitting here on my lap and giving me a kiss on the cheek?" My heart is beating in my chest as my mind races. I think to myself "If I do this, then we get away without a fine or any dodgy 'justice' at the courts." I walk across the room to the policeman, and carefully sit on his lap, avoiding my dress riding up to much. As I turn to give him the peck on the cheek, I feel his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss on his lips. I tense as he holds me there, and then begins to kiss gently against my lips. I relax to his soft kisses, and find myself beginning to kiss back. It's been a long time since I'd been kissed so caringly, and I relish the feeling. I guiltily glance at my boyfriend, who has made no move to stop us, but instead I notice a clearly defined hardness straining against it's restrictions. This is obviously turning him on, and when I feel a tongue fondling my lips, I let it slip into my mouth. I feel the sluttiest I ever have done as suck and play with this strange man's tongue just across the room from my partner, and I know once the policeman's gone my sloppy sex is going to be almost immediately filled. It may take a couple of rounds to work out this frustration from the both of us. The policeman breaks off the kiss, and it sinks in what I'm doing. I make to get up, but he holds me firmly in place. I can feel his erection pushing up against my leg, as his says "Mmm, we're very good friends, but I have one last thing to ask." "I'm not going to do anything else with you." I blurt out, quickly looking away. He laughs, and says "No, no, do not worry. But I need another favour." I look at him curiously, but cautiously. "My friend outside, the other policeman, played a bad joke on me last month, and I need to give him a joke back. Something to really hurt." He smiles evilly at me. "I need you to go out to our car and bring him back here. Have him lie on the bed with you. When he's lying on the bed kissing you we will jump out from the bathroom and take a photo, yelling SURPRISE!" I look at my boyfriend torn between being shocked or laughing (my boyfriend's expression didn't help the latter). He interrupts my thoughts: "Will you do it?" I nod in response without thinking, "Quickly!" he says. "Go do it before he wonders where I am, I told him I had to go talk to the owner." I get up and go quickly to the door. I slip a pair of heeled sandals on and head out of the room. As I walk out of the hotel in the evening sun I realise what I'm wearing and where. The sandals I slipped on are higher than I first thought, and my clothes (what little there are of them) would be considered indecent by most people here. I spot the police car I quickly strut out to it, trying to feel likely the horny slut I'm meant to be acting like. I can feel the eyes of passers by prying all over my body, as I approach the open car window. The policeman's eyebrows are sky high as I bend over into the window; he gets an eyeful of my cleavage as I lean forward and whisper breathily in his ear: "I love your uniform, come speak with me inside." He stares at me blankly and says something in Arabic. I realise he doesn't speak English, and decide to improvise. I smile broadly and kiss him firmly on the lips. He's too stunned to kiss back, and I flick the tip of my tongue against his lips. As his begins to part his lips I pull away curl my finger for him to follow. As I strut back to the hotel with men stopping to stare at me, I hear the car door slam behind and give my hips an extra little swing for the rest of the walk. My swaying bottom clearly does the trick as I hear him following me across the courtyard to our room. I enter the room, leaving the door ajar behind me and make my way to the bed. I see the bathroom door at the foot of the bed pushed ajar, and know I'm being watched from inside. I lay down in the middle of the bed, my heart thudding in my chest. He walks in the room looking like the cat that's about to get the cream. I give him an alluring wink, and tap the bed beside me. He walks over to the bed, dropping his hat and belt on the way. He sits down beside me, leaning into another kiss. I let his tongue probe into my mouth, wondering what my boyfriend must be thinking, watching me lustfully kissing the second stranger in a day! I try to pull him down to lay on the bed next to me, but he pulls my arms away. I try again, and he says something to me i don't understand, holding my arms firmly above my head. I try to wrench them free and he chuckles, saying something with a suggestive tone. He takes his handcuffs from the belt by his feet and secures my hands to ones of the headboard posts. I want to object, but don't want to ruin the plan and jeopardise our holiday (and maybe even our documents. He begins kissing me deeply again, firmer than before, holding my face with his hand. His hand begins to wander down my chest to my breast, which is starting to work itself free from my dress. I try to whimper an objection, but it sounds more like an excited squeak. He pulls back the material, baring one breast and then the other. I close my eyes as he leaves my lips and begins to suckle on my exposed breasts. The warmth of his mouth on my nipple my me feel increasingly aroused. He gently sucks and licks one, while his hand massages and firmly pulls the other. I'm enjoying his tongue rubbing over my breast so much I don't at first notice his hand leaving my chest and stroking down my body. It reaches the bottom edge of my dress and I jump to the caress on my bare thigh. He tries to push my leg open, but I resist it at first, saying "Please", but he ignores me and firmly lifts pushes my legs apart. My dress slips up over my pubic hair, and the air feels cool on my exposed sex. I feel guilty opening my legs to this complete stranger, and the other policeman watching form the bathroom, perfectly positioned for a full view. I wait for my boyfriend to burst in and call it all to a halt, but nothing happens. I realise he'll be rock hard and dying to come fuck me senseless, but instead watching this complete stranger take advantage of his handcuffed girlfriend. His hand strokes up my inner thigh, and brushes against my naked mound. I feel his fingers pushing open my sensitive entrance, slipping easily inside me. I unconsciously open my legs wider, moaning gently at his probing, knowing it would drive my boyfriend crazy. The policeman firmly pushes his fingers deeply into me, until his palm is pushing hard against my clit. I buck and rub myself against his hand, fucking his fingers, and covering them in my juices. He sits back from my breast to watch me grind myself against him, and unzips his trousers. I see his long cock released in front of me, and stare at his long thick shaft. He strokes himself with his spare hand and smiles at me. I smile back, and he lifts himself above me, his one arm supporting him, and his slippery hand now holding his long dick, pointed towards my sex. His legs are slightly apart, so I know the other two men are watching his cock descend towards me, my dripping sex gaping wide open in front of it. He lowers himself towards me, as I feel the most vulnerable I have ever felt. I know he's in position, and my boyfriend and the other policeman will jump out at any moment, but I still feel powerless and even unwilling to stop him. His cock rubs down my slippery sex, circling my engorged clit. His breathing is in my ear, and his body touching my breasts. He whispers in my ear "Surprise", and my squeal of shock turns into a lustful moan as his wide head pushes apart my pussy lips, and his shaft pushes so deeply down into me. My moan becomes louder as his pubic bone pushes hard into my mound and his cock is embedded deeply inside me, deeper than I have ever felt. He thrusts powerfully down into me as I wrap my legs around him, matching his movements. I moan out as he reaches his deepest each time, being shoved down into the springs of the bed. I clench myself around his cock as it drives into me, and begin to feel an orgasm approaching. I squeeze hard down on him and his cock hardens even more within me. The waves of ecstasy overtake me, and I scream out. With one final deep thrust he fills my quivering sex with his cum. I sigh and lay back contently, and feel his softening cock slip out of me, leaving a sloppy trail of cum down my bottom and onto the covers. I lay there exposed and used on the bed, helpless to cover myself up. The policeman gets up and smiles appreciatively at my body, and his cum dripping from it. He turns to the opening bathroom door and says "Your turn..."