After my first ever gang bang, I did manage to get a couple of days rest. But the memories, although not all that clear in my mind, lingered on.
I was delighted to have ticked another box, and I had really enjoyed the experience.
As promised, Muzzy contacted me to tell me he had arranged an appointment for a check-up with his doctor, and just like before, he would get the results at the same time as me, and then he would contact me again.
For me, it was a quiet week. No mail from Yvonne, no contact from Mike, and no visit from Ray either. So when Muzzy phoned again to say he had got my results and that they were fine, I agreed to meet him the next day.
This time, I was to meet him at a hotel, so I drove there on my own having a pretty fair idea of what was in store for me. I didn’t know how long I was stopping, so I just took a few changes of clothes with me.
It turned out to be a fairly small hotel, more for business people than tourists. Muzzy’s Porsche Cayenne was already in the car park, and I parked my little red Peugeot next to it and strolled into the reception area. Muzzy was sitting in an armchair reading a newspaper, and he stood up as soon as he saw me.
There was no show of affection, just a nod for me to follow him. We got in a lift and went straight to his room on the top floor.
Once inside, he spoke to me at last and gave me a lovely hug. He apologised for the state of the hotel but said he used it because the staff were discreet. It looked perfectly respectable to me. I have stayed in far worse places.
Muzzy was in a great hurry, starting to get his shirt off without saying another word. So I followed suit, getting down to just my panties as he dropped his underpants to the floor.
And boy, was he pleased to see me! His cock was really hard and I hadn’t touched him yet.
That changed very quickly though. He wrestled me on to the bed and we started long tongue flicking with each other. He may have been in a hurry, but it was really exciting already.
He was still hugging me really tightly with his arms under my back. It was a little uncomfortable, but his tongue was incredible and it was all making me start to moan already.
At last, Muzzy released his hold. His arms came from under me, and we just looked at each other, our faces inches apart. Then we started the tongue flicking all over again, but this time his hand was inside my knickers and finding my clit.
It was all urgent, fast, and sensational. Our tongues never came apart for one second and we were both making pleasurable noises.
Muzzy pulled my panties to one side, and our tongues still flicking away, he entered me in the missionary position. He was ravenous, his pace picking up quickly. his tongue going crazy in my mouth, and both of us were getting very noisy.
There was no end to his relentlessness. He was carried away, going faster and faster and he exploded into me. His cum went on for ages, but gradually our tongues slowed down, he pulled out and rolled over and lay next to me, sweating and panting.
I am sure that it was the first time in my whole life that a tongue had been exploring mine for the total fuck. It had been fast, urgent and extremely pleasurable. But he hadn’t made me cum. I had to be a bit more patient for that.
It was a cigarette and chat time for us. He started by telling me what fantastic feedback he had got from my performance the week before. He had received several messages from his friends and customers, and apparently, I had gone down really well. (No pun intended.)
Then he told me what a wonderful fuck I was, and that he wanted some more, and that he was going to get it. It seemed I didn’t have a choice, but the prospect sounded pretty good to me anyway.
He asked if I would be prepared to do another night for him sometime. He didn’t know where or when, but just “would I do it again?” I had already made my mind up about that while driving to the hotel. Yes, I would.
We were in that room together for less than two hours, but we did just about everything. Blow jobs, 69s, anal, shower sex, the bloody lot. And I loved all of it.
There was still time for conversation between fucks, and I was actually beginning to like him a lot. He had a lovely smile and a great sense of humour. But overal,l the power and confidence of the man was the real turn on.
He also asked a lot of questions about Gary’s cuckolding. Like how much did I tell him? Did he like to watch? How long has it been going on?
I answered them all truthfully.
Then the bombshell! “So, if I wanted you for my hot mistress for three or four weeks, how would he feel about that?” he asked.
“OK, I think that he would be fine with that Muzzy, as long as he got me back,” I replied, “but that length of time, people can get very strong feelings about each other.”
“For me, it would be just sex. Lots of it. That’s what you are very good at, and I just want you to myself for a while,” Muzzy told me.
“What exactly have you got in mind?” I inquired.
“Maybe a holiday somewhere. Perhaps a cruise or something. I just want to completely own you for a while,” he continued.
Wow! I had only known the guy for a couple of weeks and he had only fucked me twice. But what an offer!
Typically of him, it wasn’t really like a question of whether I would like to go. He had the confidence to assume that I wanted to and it was just a case of not upsetting my hubby.
I told him that I would talk it over with Gary when I got home.
“Phone him and ask him now,” he said straight away.
So there I was, sat without a stitch on next to my lover, listening while I asked my hubby if he minded me going away for three or four weeks of solid fucking. I couldn’t make it sound any better than that.
Bless him. Gary just said, “Go for it, Jill.”
Muzzy heard what he said and smiled at me. Then he pulled my legs apart and we continued our lovely session.
There was no overnight stay. After our shower together, it was time to get dressed and go. Muzzy said he would be in touch about another night of gentleman’s entertainment, another bit of time together, and of course, the three or four weeks when he wanted to own me totally.
I had to tell him that I had got a week planned in the UK coming up shortly, and he took note of the dates.
Gary wasn’t really expecting me home, but he was over the moon when I told him everything.
The very next night, I got a call from Ray, and we had a lovely night of passion. Gary missed it all because he was out again, and Ray had one of those nights where he wanted to fuck me in as many rooms as possible. Kitchen, lounge, and conservatory were all achieved fairly quickly.
Then he took me halfway up the stairs. That was a first. Then off to the spare bedroom, our marital bed, and the en suite shower to finish. We tried so many different positions too. Some were uncomfortable, to say the least. But the feelings that I got from having his young cock inside me more than made up for that.
The next day, Thursday, I was out shopping when I got a call from Bulent. He wanted to know if there was any chance of me meeting up with him later on.
Well, of course, I wanted to. But he lived two hours drive away, and I had already had sex with two different guys the two previous days.
“How about if we meet halfway in Golhisar,” he asked. “I know a nice little hotel in the town centre.”
So, at 5 pm, I set off to meet Bulent. I pulled up in the hotel car park at 6.15 pm. I was a little early and he wasn’t there yet. It wasn’t long though before his black Audi turned into the car park, and we disappeared together into hotel reception.
I stood a little way back from him while he sorted a room out, and then followed him to a lift.
The lift doors closed and Bulent pushed me against the side and kissed me very passionately. There was no doubt that I was going to get my second hotel fuck in a week.
Bulent has a good way with words even though his vocabulary is not as good as either Muzzy or Ray. He was saying some wonderful things about me while he stripped me. He did it all and I never had to move a muscle. He even folded my skirt and my top very neatly, putting my bra and panties on top of them in a neat pile.
His own stuff came off a lot more quickly and was thrown on the floor in a heap.
Bulent was patient and perfect. He took pride and care in the way he got me going. I was a very lucky lady having this lovely well-built stud bring me to orgasm after orgasm. This was my third guy in three days, and he was certainly the best.
I was really tired when I got home that night, But Gary got very fruity when I told him all the details, so I had yet another fuck before falling asleep.
He was very impressed with all the entries he was having to make in his journal, even if there weren’t additions to the total.
It was three different guys in the last three days, and before we fell asleep, Gary asked if I was going for some sort of record.
It did put a thought in my mind, but I knew the next day was housework day and there was nothing planned for later on either.
When we got up in the morning, Gary reminded me that it was Friday and suggested that I could go out in the evening to one of the clubs in Fethiye and try my luck. But I had that planned for Saturday and told him I probably needed a rest anyway.
Halfway through my household chores, I got a phone call from Hakan, the truck driver I had flashed and fucked with his mate Taner.
I couldn’t really understand much of what he was saying. My Turkish is not that good, and his English was even worse. In the end, I told him to send me a message so that I could Google a translation.
It turned out that he was on an overnight run and was planning to stop somewhere quite near to where we lived and was there any chance that I could meet him.
Hmmm. So here was a chance of four nights in a row. That was too good a chance to overlook, so I asked him to send me his location when he had parked up for the night.
Bloody hell, he parked just ten minutes from our villa. I found his truck easily enough at about 10 pm. I knew what I wanted, and I was pretty sure what he wanted, so I dressed appropriately. A cream see-through blouse, no bra, a royal blue zip front mini skirt and a pair of crotchless white panties.
Gary was at home when I left and said I looked terrific. Well, he would because I was wearing stuff that he talked me into buying online.
It was dark, but I saw Hakan climb out of his cab as I parked alongside. We gave each other a hug and a cuddle. The language problem still existed, so most things were done by sign language. He wanted me to get into his cab. I pointed to the trailer. He understood, took me round to the doors at the back, and showed me that the trailer was full to bursting.
I got my phone onto translate and typed in “my house is only ten minutes away. We can go there if you want in my car. I will bring you back”
His eyes lit up as he read the translation, and ten minutes later, we were in our villa together. Hakan was a little taken aback when he saw Gary, but my hubby soon put him at ease with his Turkish explanation.
We sat side by side on the settee, and Gary asked if we wanted drinks. However, it turned out that Hakan had to be on his way in his truck at 3 am, so as I had promised to drop him back to his wagon, neither of us could have any alcohol.
Undaunted, I made the first move, putting my hand on Hakan’s fly and rubbing him, and then giving him a passionate kiss. Gary watched as Hakan responded with his tongue playing around with mine and his hand finding my nipple through my blouse.
Hubby went to get his camera, and by the time he got back, Hakan had moved me around a little and was licking my nipples through the material.
Gary then got a mug full of water from the kitchen tap, came over to us, and poured it all over my blouse. It clung to me now, my nipples straining hard against the flimsy material. “Perfect,” said Gary as he started clicking away.
Then Gary spoke to Hakan in Turkish again. I had no idea what he said, but all of a sudden, Hakan got hold of the zip on my little mini skirt with his teeth and pulled the zip all the way down. My skirt fell open, revealing my open crotch panties and my shaven wet pussy.
Then Hakan lifted my legs onto the settee and started giving my pussy a lovely licking. He was good but had to stop while he stripped off.
He really went for it, two fingers going right inside me and his tongue flicking away at my clit. My legs over his shoulders, he fucked me next, and his tongue moved back to my soaking wet nipples through my blouse.
Gary was very close to us, moving around to get different angles, but he had to move quickly when Hakan moved, sat down on the settee and lowered me on to his cock again.
We stayed in that position for ages and I had a lovely cum well before he shot his load right up me. We stayed locked together while we got our breath back, and then he spoke to Gary again,
“He wants you all to himself without me watching,” my hubby told me. So I grabbed him by the hand and took him up to our marital bed. There is something special about being taken by another lover there.
My wet blouse and panties both stayed on as first he took me doggy fashion and then with my legs on his shoulders again. His hand went up inside my blouse this time to find my nipples. They were rock hard, and while still fucking me, he pulled the material up and I felt his tongue going all around them, and then I got a little nibble on both of them too.
I was loving all the attention I was getting and I was definitely building up to another orgasm. Hakan was a great lover. He was patient and lasted ages. As he was building up speed, I thought of my Gary looking at the pics he had just taken. He would be listening to all the noise coming from both of us.
That thought did it for me and Hakan brought me to a multi as he shot his load up me again.
I’d been fucked by four different guys in the last four nights and they had all been great. It’s was difficult to say who had actually been the best, but I was certainly one very lucky lady.
Over lunch the next day, Gary asked if I was going clubbing later on. I was happy but physically shattered, so I told him I would be staying in for a rest.
“Oh, that’s a shame. I thought you were going for a full week of it,” he said, smiling at me.
Actually the thought had entered my head too, but I just felt so tired.
“I’ll go and catch a couple of hours sleep and see how I feel later then,” I told him.
I slept like a log right through the afternoon, waking up around 4 pm. After a cup of coffee, I felt pretty good. The thought of trying my luck again at a club on a Saturday night with so many tourists about was quite exciting.
Gary looked at me inquisitively and I asked him if he would drop me off in town later.
“Of course. Go for it, babe,” was his reply.
He watched me as I got ready. I wore the same silver dress with the big split up the side as I had for my striptease on my gang bang night. But this time no hold-ups, just my tanned legs showing through.
Gary chose my underwear set for me, a pretty pale pink set. It was actually a sensible choice of his for a change. I wasn’t driving, so I chose a pair of really high heel shoes.
I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite pleased. The overall look was simple but just what I wanted. Gary dropped me off right outside the club and drove off again, asking me to let him know when I needed picking up again.
The club was heaving. I’d never seen it so busy. I didn’t get a seat anywhere, but managed to attract a barman’s attention and ordered a vodka and coke.
It was so busy that it was difficult to look for any prospects. So I just stood there, looking around and sipping my drink.
I had nearly finished it when I felt a tap on my shoulder. There was a spare stool at the bar, and It was being offered to me. An English guy in his forties, bespectacled and very serious looking, started talking to me.
He introduced himself as Martin. He was on holiday with three other guys. I told him my name and that I lived locally. Normally, that starts off a conversation quite well, getting lots of questions of what’s it’s like, et cetera. But Martin just clammed up, and conversation became difficult even though he had replenished my drink for me.
When he did say anything, it was nearly all about his job in insurance. Pretty boring stuff, to be honest. So when I had finished my drink, thanked him, and went out to the smoking area for a cigarette. I really needed one!
Back inside the club, it was still busy but had emptied out a little, so once again I looked around for any prospects. Nothing! I told my self one more drink and then I would be on my way home.
Fighting my way to the bar, I managed to order another vodka and then found a stool right at the end of the bar. Boring Martin was still there and noticed me. I acknowledged that I had seen him, but nothing more, but he started making his way towards me.
He asked if he could join me, so I resigned myself to another account of his job while I finished my drink.
But, what a surprise. He told me how lovely I looked. It was probably the drink talking, but it was still nice to hear. And suddenly, he seemed interested in me and my life in Turkey.
Conversation being a lot easier now, it was time to make a decision. Both of us had nearly finished our drinks.
“My round,” I said, “would you like another?”
He accepted, and we carried on talking all the way through that drink. I didn’t actually fancy him, but the drink and the five men in five nights situation kept popping into my mind.
I told him that I really fancied him, and asked if there was anywhere we could go. Bold as brass, just like that. What a forward lady I had become!
Twenty minutes later, I was in his hotel room. He seemed quite nervous, so I had to take the lead. I took my dress off, standing in front of him in my lovely pink underwear set, and still in my high heels.
Martin told me I looked lovely again, but just stood there gaping, so again I had to make the first move, undoing his trouser belt and fly and rubbing him. At last, he moved, and we kissed, First just a peck, then with tongues together.
I stood back from him and unclipped my bra, teasing him by holding it up. “Time for you to get your kit off,” I told him, still holding my bra up.
He still seemed a little unsure, but once he had decided, he actually got everything off very quickly.
Then I noticed the reason he had been so shy. He had the tiniest cock I had ever seen, and he was obviously very shy about it.
I never said a word though, but let my bra fall to the floor, grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him on the bed. I went straight down on his tiny cock. The sight of my tits hadn’t made it any bigger either, so thinking I had a real job on, I began to fellate him.
He hadn’t shaved down there so it was difficult at first, but I managed to get my tongue on the end and played around until his cock grew enough for me to do a better job on it. There was no room for my hand to help, so I just tried to get him going with just my tongue.
It worked. Fully erect, it was about the size of my smallest dildo. Well, that does the trick for me, so I hoped his cock would as well.
Martin just lay there. Apart from his cock being erect, there was no other sign that he was enjoying it. No heavy breathing, moans or filthy language. But his cock was hard, so I took charge completely.
I told him to lie on the floor. He obeyed and looked up at me as I gently put one high heel on his chest. I’d never done that before, but it just felt right in the situation. I kept my foot on his chest, put a hand inside my panties and started playing with myself with Martin looking up at me.
At last, I got a reaction. He started playing with his cock, and at the same time started saying lovely things about me. He was very polite, not a swear word was heard.
I removed my foot, and he watched as I took my panties and shoes off. I pulled him up, told him to lie on the bed, and lowered myself onto his cock. I had to help, but we managed.
I had to do all the work. Martin just lay there while I bounced up and down on him. We had to stop several times because he kept slipping out, but I got to be an expert at putting it back in again.
To begin with, he wasn’t very expressive. No sounds coming from him at all, and hardly any movement. But then quite suddenly, he got into it. Little groans first together with some little thrusts into me.
Next, he lost it altogether. He started with expletives, calling me a fucking bitch, watching me as I played with my nipples, and breathing very heavily.
As he orgasmed, his cock slipped out again. It went all over the place, over me, over him, and all over the bed. And there was loads of it. It was ages before it stopped too.
I climbed off him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips as I did. Martin just lay there with a dazed look on his face. I told him that I was going for a shower and he just said: “Thank you, Jill.”
When I came out of the shower he was in the same place, fast asleep. He had rolled himself up almost into a ball, knees right up to his chest, and he was snoring gently.
I dried myself thoroughly and found my handbag so that I could tell Gary I was ready for a lift home. My panties and shoes were together, but my bra and dress were on the other side of the room.
As I wandered over to pick them up, I heard someone opening the door. I quickly wrapped the towel around me as best I could, and watched as a guy walked in. He tried to take everything in as he entered but said nothing.
It was an awkward moment, to say the least. I told him my name and that I was with Martin, who was still sleeping. The guy seemed to catch on pretty quickly then.
It turned out to be his roommate returning from a night out. His name was Steve, and Martin and he were work colleagues.
He went to the fridge, got himself a can of beer, and then asked if I would like a drink. Well, I hadn’t phoned Gary yet, so I accepted.
Steve poured me a duty-free Baileys. I sat on the other bed, and he sat in an armchair after handing me the glass. I was still wrapped in the bath towel. It was a large one, so it covered me OK. But I did notice that Steve couldn’t take his eyes off my cleavage.
We chatted easily, and he was certainly coming on to me. I checked my watch. It was nearly one o’clock in the morning. So, I thought to myself, “Well, it’s Sunday now.”
Steve was a far better proposition than Martin. A lot taller, with a roundish, almost boyish face, and dressed smartly in a blue short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He looked as though he was in his late forties or early fifties.
The prospect of a sixth guy in six days (even if this was cheating a little) was already in my mind. But what happened next was honestly an accident.
I lent over towards a bedside table to put my drink down, and as I did so, my towel became loose and fell, exposing my tits. I had to hold on to it to stop me from being completely naked. For some obscure reason, I apologised and stood up trying to hide my embarrassment.
Steve put his beer down, got up out of his chair and walked towards me. “Beautiful tits,” he said as he came right up to me and yanked the towel right off.
Suddenly, he was all over me, sucking and licking my nipples as his hands grabbed my buttocks and drew me right up to him. He dropped his jeans. He had gone out “commando”, and his cock was already hard. And I was pleased that it felt like it was a nice big cock too.
Our tongues came together and I responded to let him know I was OK with it all. We more or less fell on to the bed and Steve entered me immediately in the missionary position. I wrapped my legs around him as he fucked me. There was no finesse, he just rammed his cock into me as fast and forcibly as he could.
But it was good, and he had the sense to stop and save his cum for later. We went for a sixty-nine and I could taste my juices on his cock, which I could now see was a really magnificent one.
Steve was good was his tongue on my clit too. This was more than making up for the disappointment of my time with Martin, who incidentally was still sleeping through it all, despite the noises coming from the two of us.
My first cum of the night came very quickly, and as soon as I had, Steve got me onto my knees and he fucked me from behind. He didn’t last very long either, and pulled his cock out and squirted his spunk all over my bum cheeks.
It had been a great fuck, and we chatted a bit more as we got our breath back. But not for long. We both wanted more. This time, we had a long oral session on each other. Steve licked me all over. Neck, shoulders, tits, belly, legs, both front and back, feet, toes, the bloody lot. And of course, ended up on my very wet pussy.
I was ready for some more of that lovely cock, and this time, I straddled him just like I had with Martin. But what a difference! Steve held my cheeks as he lifted me up and down on his shaft. I leant forward to get at his tongue, and there was no slipping out with this guy.
Again, we didn’t last long, and this time he didn’t pull out when he came, and our juices mingled as I had another great cum too.
I looked at my watch. It was past 1.45 am now. So I phoned Gary straight away and told him where I was. I don’t know what he had been doing, but he said he would be there to pick me up in five minutes.
So, after a very quick wash down, I got dressed hurriedly and said my goodbyes to Steve, who was still laid on the bed. Martin was either still fast asleep or pretending to be on the other bed.
Gary was outside waiting. “So, five in five now, is it?” he asked.
“Actually, it’s six in six,” I replied, looking at my watch.
Gary couldn’t wait to get me home after that remark. I wouldn’t talk about it on the journey. But once our front door was closed I elaborated. That, of course, got him going and he thanked me by licking out my well-used pussy on the settee. What a night!
We spent most of Sunday recovering and chatting. Gary kept going on about making it seven out of seven the next day, which was a Monday. I had no idea how I was going to do that, and I told him so, even though at the back of my mind I did want to reach that target.
Gary took me out for a meal on that evening, and after we had finished he said, “Actually, I believe I may have made your target achievable Jill.”
He went on to explain that he had ordered some logs to be delivered to our home on Monday afternoon. The guy that was going to deliver them played pool in the same league as Gary and was well known for being a bit of a naughty boy with the ladies.
“He doesn’t know that you are my wife,” he continued, “but I just told him where to deliver them, and that the lady would be on her own and liked a bit of fun.”
“Bloody hell, Gary, you are one crazy, horny bastard, and a bloody crafty one too,” I told him.
I tried to look annoyed with him, but I couldn’t, and a broad smile appeared on my face. It reminded me of the time many years before when he had left polaroid pics of me on the bedroom window sill knowing that the window cleaner was coming that day.
“What’s he like,” I asked.
“Oh, he’s your type alright,” Gary answered. “He’s tall, muscular, probably in his early forties, and rumour has it that he has a huge cock.”
“Well, I’ll have to see if I can confirm that rumour for you I suppose,” I said.
I had a “me” session on Monday morning. Hair, nails, legs, et cetera all seen to at the beauticians. I was treating it like a date, and I’d never even seen the guy.
Gary and I had lunch together, but I could hardly eat anything. I was too excited. Gary gave me the cash to pay for the logs, told me where he wanted them stacked, and informed me that his name was Emre.
He told me that he was going to go down to the bar, but he wanted to watch me get ready first. He wanted me to dress sexily, and that fit in with my plans too.
As luck would have it, the sun had disappeared, so it wasn’t a day for lazing by the pool. I chose a little black number. It showed off my cleavage, was very short, and flared at the bottom.
Gary picked my undies for me. A black set that didn’t leave much to the imagination anywhere, together with matching suspenders and a pair of fishnet stockings.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought it was too tarty. You could see the tops of my stockings when I was standing up. But Gary thought it was marvellous so I decided to stay as I was.
Off Gary went to the bar, and the time went really slowly. But sure enough, a vehicle turned up outside our back gate, and I went out to speak to the driver.
My God, the first impression was that he was really tasty. But I kept my cool and told him where I wanted them stacked, and told him to knock on the door when he was finished.
Then came the longest thirty minutes of my life. But Emre stacked the logs perfectly. At one stage, I went onto the balcony of the spare bedroom, which was above where he was stacking them, and I made sure he got a good look up my dress.
I tried to act cool when he knocked on the door, making him wait for a while. I invited him inside and told him where he could go and wash his hands.
We got the business out of the way. I paid him, and he wrote me out a receipt. Then I offered him a drink, after all, he had worked hard for half an hour, and it was still warm out there even if there was no sunshine.
Emre had water and I had orange juice. We sat at our breakfast bar opposite each other and started a conversation. His English was very good. And he was a bit of eye candy too. Unusually for a Turk, he had piercing blue eyes.
He didn’t waste any time. The way I had dressed, and obviously what Gary had told him, made it pretty clear, and his foot went up under my dress beneath the breakfast bar. I pulled my stool in a little and felt his toes against my pussy. I let him know that it felt good.
Emre stared at me with those beautiful eyes whilst his toes moved around between my legs. I leant towards him as best I could, and his eyes moved to my cleavage. The feeling between my legs was great, but I couldn’t get far enough forward to give him a bit of tongue.
So, I moved my stool back, stood up, went round to him, took his hand and led him to the stairs and up to my bedroom. As I closed the door, he turned me and pushed me up against the door. He was very strong.
Now our tongues met for the first time, and at the same time, his hand was going up my stockinged leg, up inside my dress, and onto my panties.
I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him onto me as hard as I could. I felt his hardness against my tummy.
We came apart after a lot of tongue flicking, and I turned around and motioned for him to unzip my dress. He did, carefully lowering the straps off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
As I stepped out of it, he unclipped my bra and tossed it aside. I still had my back to him facing the door. Next, he got hold on my panties and literally ripped them off me forcibly. I wouldn’t be wearing those ever again.
I turned around. Now I had just suspenders and stockings on. Emre got on his knees and proceeded to give me a wonderful licking. It was brilliant, and my legs started trembling as he brought me towards a cum.
This guy knew what he was doing alright, and he stopped, stood up and quickly took all his clothes off. Oh my god, what a great body he had. He was probably under six feet tall but had the six-pack, broad shoulders and arms like tree trunks. He was just my type.
His eyes were so striking that I stared at him for probably too long, and feeling a little embarrassed I looked away from his eyes. Unconsciously, I was now looking at another attribute. His cock was magnificent. It wasn’t fully erect just yet, but it was thick and long with a great bulbous head.
I looked up at him again and smiled. I didn’t waste any time myself. I wanted that cock badly. We lay down together, and I got to work on him. I licked all around the tip of his shaft and moved both my hands sensually around his length.
Fully erect it was beautiful but also a little frightening. He was making little noises too which let me know he was enjoying my movements, and he reached out to start fingering me. First just the one finger, but in no time at all, there were three inside me. Well if I was going to take all of that cock, I would need stretching a bit!
He was ready for that too now. I lay with my back towards him, and I raised my left leg as far as I could into the air. I felt him probing from behind. For a moment, I thought he was going to try and put it in my bumhole, but he just tickled me there before going fo my pussy.
Emre was very careful. I was ridiculously well lubricated, but he still had to take it slowly. He did, but once the knob was well inside me he was able to go faster.
It didn’t hurt at all, and it felt wonderful, especially when his balls started slapping against my buttocks. I was in heaven. He was very experienced and patient. His hands were squeezing my tits quite hard at the same time, and he whispered some very sexy things about me in my ear, licking my lobe as well.
I was completely lost in passion and came uncontrollably with his cock still pounding me. I wanted him to cum inside me, but he pulled out and lay down so that I could straddle him with my back towards him.
He wasn’t as careful putting his cock into me this time, and it did smart a bit, but only for a second. Then I was riding him, taking the full length, bouncing up and down on it as fast as I could.
I could hear him breathing more heavily now, and saying some things in Turkish now that I didn’t really get. He pulled out and turned me around so that I was still straddling him, but now facing him.
God, he was beautiful, and I just had to make him cum. He was close, and I was bouncing up and down on him again. I leant forward and licked his tongue.
That did it for him, and he swore in English as he shot his load up me, making me cum again at the same time. What an absolutely wonderful fuck. I hoped he felt the same because I would be up for a lot more from him.
But that was it for now. We showered together, but he didn’t have time for anything more than a bit of playful stuff. He had work to do, so he dried himself, got dressed and left.
I phoned Gary to tell him the coast was clear. Then I said, “Thank you so much, darling. The rumour is right and he knows how to use it too.”
So, target achieved. Seven different cocks in seven days. Looking back on it, it was certainly the dirtiest and randiest I had ever been in my life. Would I ever have another week like it?
I didn’t regret a thing. Six out of the seven guys had been fantastic in bed, and even the one that wasn’t, well, it was a new experience for me to take complete control of everything.
Whenever I use the little dildo, which isn’t all that often, to be honest, I think of that tiny prick again. Poor fellow.
And I still had so many things to look forward to. A week with Yvonne. Maybe another visit to stay with Mike. Being owned by Muzzy for three weeks or so. Bob and Lynda, my young lover Ray, maybe another visit from Ben, and little Ozlem from Ankara. But do you know what? More than any of those, I was dying to have more time with Emre.
I would have to talk to hubby about that.