****** Nicola 2 -- Holiday in Agadir by Nicola ******
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Nicola 2 -- Holiday in Agadir


This is a true story. It tells the events of my holiday in Agadir, Morocco,
with my husband, my sister and her husband. My sister (Paula) is older than me
at 33 but stunningly lovely and turns more than a few heads. We had a two-week
holiday in Agadir, Morocco staying at the Europa Safir Hotel, which is a very
luxurious five star hotel. The hotel has a private beach, beach bar, and lots
of other amenities.

Nine days we had been here and my sister and I had been left on our own whilst
our husbands had gone off golfing. We were two very fed up golf widows. We had
done the shopping stuff and now spent our time on the beach during the day
improving our tans.

It was on the last Wednesday of our holiday that Paula and I dressed in bikinis
and beach robes made our way down to the local beach. We carried the usual
stuff, suntan lotion and some drinks in a cloth carrybag. We found a good spot
near some sand dunes and laid out our towels. We went in swimming and the water
was gorgeous. The beach was fairly quiet with just a few other sunbathers
around and the usual Arab beach vendors selling everything they can from their
trays.

We had been there for about 2 hours swimming, relaxing having a few drinks when
the quiet was broken by the shout of an hello.

"Oh my god look who is here," cried Paula and I looked up to see two of the
waiters from our hotel calling to us and making their way towards us.

"Let's not encourage them," I said, "you never know where it is going to lead,
and anyway they are working in our hotel and that could spell trouble."

They approached us full of smiles, "how are you English ladies," Asif said, "we
saw you and thought we would come and say hello."

We began chatting and they were pleasant enough company so we raised no
objections when they laid their towels nearby and lay down. They told us that
hotel staff often used this part of the beach, as it was one of the privileges
of working in the hotel. Asif was second headwaiter in the cocktail lounge and
his friend Ali was in charge of the laundry services.

During the next hour we chatted, had a few drinks and made 3 or 4 trips to the
water to splash about, swim and cool down. We had just returned from the water
and were putting sun cream on when Paula asked me to put some cream on her
back.

"Let me do that for you," said Asif and before I could say anything he had
taken the cream and rubbed it onto his hands. Paula surprised me by not raising
an objection so I left them to get on with it.

"I shall put some on for you Nicola," Ali then said obviously not wanting to be
let out.

"OK yes please," I replied not wanting to seem churlish considering Paula was
not objecting. I laid on my stomach and Ali poured cream on my back.

"This might be cold pretty lady," he said "but don't worry I shall rub it in
for you." With that he commenced to rub my back with circular motions which
were rather quite pleasant.

A few minutes of back rubbing was doing wonders for me when I turned my face
towards Paula and saw that her bikini strap was unfastened and Asif was
massaging away on her lower back.

"Undo your strap or you will have a white mark across your back," said Paula
and before I could do anything Ali had undone the strap and was rubbing away. I
continued to stare towards Paula as Asif moved down to her legs and saw his
hands running up and down her legs higher and higher with each stroke.

"'Hmmm," I expelled as Ali started to do the same to my legs. Suffice it to say
that it did not take long before I was rather wet particularly as Asif had now
pulled Paula's bikini bottoms down to below her buttocks. Ali's hands were now
reaching higher up my legs and every so often his fingertips would touch my
pussy which was now getting rather wet.

Finding my wetness was obviously encouraging to Ali for he commenced to pull my
bikini bottom down my legs and removed them by raising my feet one at a time
and threw them down onto the sand. I was now completely naked on my stomach
with this Arab man rubbing oil into my body.

"Oh yes yes," I hear Paula cry and turned to see that Asif had raised her up
and was fingering her pussy wildly with 2 fingers up inside her. I felt hands
on my hips and I was raised onto my knees.

"Get ready Lady," Ali said and I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my pussy
lips. No resistance was offered I was so wet he slid in very easily and began
thrusting at me. Paula was now on her back with her legs over Asif's shoulders
and getting well fucked.

"'Yes yes Ali do it do it," I heard myself crying and Ali responded thrusting
harder and harder. I glanced up and was shocked to see one of the beach
vendor's sitting watching us. Asif said something in Arabic and the young
vendor went over to my sister and fondled her tits. By now I am almost at
screaming point I have never been fucked like this. The young vendor got his
cock out and put it into Paula's mouth. By this time both of us are raving
wildly and thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

"Ah," cried Ali and I felt his fluids spurt into me and moments later I cried
out as I climaxed. Something I had not done in a long time. Resting I watched
Paula as she was fucked by Asif and sucked the young Moroccan boy. Soon we were
all just laying there recovering.

"Time for fresh drinks I think," said Paula, "we are right out."

"Well perhaps Nicola could go and get some whilst we look after you," said
Asif.

"OK," I replied and stood up.

I put my bikini back on and wrapped my beach robe around me. "Take off the
bottoms," said Ali, "you can leave the top on but not the bottoms."

"Are you serious, someone will see me, my beachrobe only comes to just under my
buttocks."

"Not to worry," he replied, "you ladies have been on your own too long and now
it is time to change everything." With that he slipped his hands up my
beachrobe and pulled my bikini bottom down and off my legs. I felt very self-
conscious as I walked along the beach to the hotel beach bar to get the drinks.

Walking along the beach I was fully aware of the stares I was getting from the
Arab beach vendors. A five-minute walk brought me to the beach bar and I
ordered several drinks to be charged to my room. Turning to walk back again I
was confronted by 2 young Arab beach vendors aged about 14 or so. "We carry
drinks for nice lady," said one of them and with that took some of the drinks
from me whilst the second one took the remaining drinks.

We set off along the beach and twice the wind blew my beachrobe and quite
obviously showed the two of them that I was wearing nothing under it. They were
full of smiles and giggles and chattering away to each other in Arabic.

We soon reached the place where I had left the others and turned into the sand
dune to find that my sister was now being fucked by all three of them. Each of
her holes was fully occupied and obviously to her great delight. I told the
Arab boys to put the drinks down by the towels. Following a spate of Arabic Ali
turned to me "they say you have nothing on under your robe, I have told them
that is because you now belong to us. They want to have a look at you so take
off your robe and bikini top and let them have a good look."

Feeling very apprehensive I took the robe off and before I could reach around
to unfasten the bikini top one of them beat me to it and I felt the top fall to
the floor. Another spate of Arabic had them feeling and fondling my breasts and
between my legs. I soon felt myself becoming rather wet again, I never had
experienced anything like this in my life before.

Minutes later I am on my hands and knees and one of them is fucking my pussy
from the rear and the other is in my mouth.

"Come on English slut sucky sucky," he was saying and I was getting
tremendously turned on by this young Arab forcing me to his will.

The next two hours found my sister and I being fucked in all holes by all of
them. I am not sure just how much we swallowed but it took a trip to the sea
before I had cleaned it all out of my pussy and backside. Before we left to go
back the hotel Ali and Asif advised us that they would be calling on our
services at the hotel and that we should make ourselves available whenever
possible when our husbands were not around. Back at the hotel we went back to
our own rooms and showered agreeing to meet in the piano bar at 7pm for drinks
before having dinner.

Much refreshed and relaxed we met in the piano bar for drinks. The guys
entertained us with stories of their golfing progress at the local course. I
became very apprehensive when Asif approached our table and asked what he could
get us. He seemed to stare at Paula and smiled at all of us. We ordered our
drinks and sat chatting. Dinner was excellent in the restaurant with all of us
fully satisfied and we decided to return to the piano bar for late drinks
before going down to the hotel disco for some late dancing. In the piano bar it
was Asif who once gain got us our drink order. Looking over to the bar I
noticed that Ali was behind the bar serving drinks. He was obviously doing some
extra work.

"I got to go to the toilet," said Paula about an hour later. Up she got and
left the table heading towards the ladies room. Ten minutes later she had not
returned and my husband sent me to find her. She was neither in the ladies room
nor anywhere else that I could see. I decided to ask Ali if he had seen her so
went over to the bar.

"Have you seen my sister Ali," I asked and he answered with a smile and pointed
to beneath the bar.

Looking over I saw my sister crouched under the bar and sucking Ali's cock.

"Your turn soon," he said to me "in the meantime keep your husband's away from
the bar." Paula looked up at me, winked, and said "oh yes keep them away I will
not be much longer."

Paula returned to our table about 15 minutes later.

"Sorry for the delay but I had to go upstairs and change my underwear," she
said with a wicked grin and a smile to me. With that we left and went down to
the basement to do some dancing at the hotel disco.

Three o clock in the morning found Paul and I returning to our rooms leaving
the men to have night-caps in the disco bar. We called the lift to take us to
the 6th floor and got in.

At the ground floor the lift stopped and in came Asif, Ali and another guy who
worked in the hotel.

"We saw you leaving the disco," said Ali, "so we thought we would see you
safely to your rooms." Next thing I realised I had been pinned against the wall
and my skirt was around my waist. His fingers were intruding under my panties
and into my pussy which was getting damp. My nipples rock hard were protruding
into the fabric of my silk top and I was getting light headed. I could see my
sister with her panties on the floor her skirt raised and Asif's head between
her legs. She was panting and her head was thrown back in pleasure. My panties
were now removed and Ali had 2 fingers in my pussy and I felt another finger
being inserted into my anal passage. God was I in heaven.

The lift stopped and the doors opened, 2 floors above the level we wanted. We
exited the lift and were taken to the emergency stair area. In the stair well
they decided we were wearing too many clothes and we were both stripped naked.

"Now we shall take you to your rooms by way of the stairs it will add some
excitement to your lives," said Ali.

They lead us down the stairs to our floor. Asif checked the landing area and
then we were lead along the corridor to our rooms. I was extremely nervous,
what if our husbands came out of the lift whilst we were in this condition or
what if they had already come up and were waiting in our rooms. At our doors we
were handed our clothes and told that more fun awaited us tomorrow. I never
heard my husband arrive in the room I was sound asleep before he came up.

8 o-clock next morning our husbands left the hotel and went off to play golf. I
dressed in shorts, panties and a cropped haltertop with sandals on my feet. I
met my sister in her room and we began to plan our day. We went down to the
restaurant where we had a relaxing breakfast. Just as we were finishing
breakfast the waiter came to our table and told my sister that there was a
phone call for her in reception. She went off to take the call.

"Well," she said when she returned, "that was Ali. He wants us to meet him at
the side of the beach gift shop in 20 minutes." We signed the bill for our
breakfast and went off to the beach gift shop. The gift shop is fairly large
and forms part of the hotel complex. Behind the shop is the hotel service
facilities, laundry, kitchens, and other such areas. We looked around the shop
for a while.

"He is here now," my sister said pointing out of the window. In the loading
area of the complex stood Ali and we went out to meet him.

"Welcome ladies," he said upon seeing us. "We want to make your stay
particularly memorable so we have such good things to show and experience to
you today." With that he led us to the rear of the gift shop and into the hotel
loading area. Through a few passages until we eventually turned into the hotel
laundry area. "Welcome welcome," Asif cried as we entered through the door.
"Come in ladies we have been waiting for you." It was then that I noticed 4 of
the Arab beach vendors drinking tea at a table.

"These men have never seen a naked English lady before so we thought it would
be a nice present from you to show them what such lovely ladies look like," he
said with a broad smile on his face.

"Mrs Paula we want you to sit here and have some tea while Mrs Nicola does
strip for us," he said and Paula was led over to the table to sit between 2 of
the beach vendors.

"I am not sure I can do this," I said which was met with choruses of "course
you can," "go on strip for us," and worst of all was Paula's voice joining in
with them to encourage me to get on with it.

Shrugging my shoulders I undid the zip of my shorts and let them fall to the
floor. Swaying slightly I unfastened the straps behind my neck and let my top
fall from my breasts and undid the buttons at the rear letting it also fall to
the floor where it joined my shorts.

Dressed on in panties I turned my back to the audience and peeled them over my
buttocks to shouts of "yes yes yes, go on take them off," and much clapping of
hands. Slowly I peeled them down my legs and removed them from my feet placing
them on the floor with my shorts and top. Stark naked I then walked around the
room knowing that I was the centre of attention and having at least some effect
on them.

Turning to them I found that Paula was having the clothes removed by 2 of the
beach vendors and as I approached Ali and one of the others came to me and
started running their hands over my body. The vendor with Ali said something in
Arabic.

"He said you are one very wet lady and so sexy also," Ali said and he proceeded
to lay me on the table on my back with my head over the edge. The vendor got on
top of me and I felt his cock probing at my pussy lips which because of their
dampness offered no resistance and with a lunge he was in me. Ali came around
to the top of the table and wiped his cock over my face, my nose, lips and with
the opening of my lips his cock slid into my mouth. Looking over to Paul I
could see her naked impaled on the vendors cock facing him and him rubbing her
tits whilst she moved up and down on his cock. By this time I am writing in
pleasure and suddenly feel the hot spurting of the Arab in my pussy.

As he withdraw I felt his cum dribbling onto the inside of my thighs. In
seconds I was being manhandled and turned over onto my stomach. Ali stayed in
my mouth and I was sliding my lips up and down the thick shaft. I could feel
fingers at my anus probing and the dampness of oil being fingered into me and
along my buttocks. As I realised what was happening I gagged a little as Ali
spurted his hot juices into my mouth.

2 hours were were in that laundry area. During that time 3 or 4 others came to
the room brought there by either Ali or Asif. The remaining 4 days of our
holiday were a series of adventure after adventure with both myself and Paula
finding ourselves doing things that we would never have dreamt of doing. It is
true what they say that those Moroccans have vivid imaginations. BUT that's
another story for another time.

Nicola_osbourne@yahoo.com

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