Monday evening couldn’t come quick enough, in spite of the really fun-filled week that I had enjoyed in England and the many cums I had enjoyed whilst telling hubby all about it. He gets so turned on.
Gary particularly liked hearing about my little fling with Peter, and the fact that I had posed for his camera. He wanted to see the pics, so I had to message Peter and ask if he could send some copies.
It was difficult to type the message because Gary was nibbling my ear from behind, playing with my clit with one hand while tweaking my nipple with the other. Things were never like that when I worked as a secretary.
I was really excited when Gary’s team bus arrived for them to travel over to Calis for their pool and darts match. Because I was travelling with the team, I couldn’t really dress provocatively. That would have given the game away. So it was just a fawn jumper and jeans.
But my makeup and hair were good and I wore a brand new pink underwear set which I hoped Hazel would like.
Hazel was there waiting for me at the bar where the guys were playing their match. She looked really lovely in a blue polo neck and a grey skirt just above the knee.
We didn’t stay at that bar, we just said our goodbyes and made out that we were going shopping together. Hazel’s place was only ten minutes walk away. On the way she told me that she had missed me and asked how my week away had been.
I told her it had been perfect, but she thought I was just visiting family, so I couldn’t elaborate.
As she opened the front door and we went in she said: “So you must be more than ready for a bit of passion then.”
Strangely, despite all the fun and orgasms of the last few days, I was feeling very randy, and Hazel was looking beautiful and available. “Oh yes Hazel, I most certainly am,” I replied.
Hazel led me straight to her bedroom. We closed the door and were soon all over each other. She stripped me of my jumper very quickly, while I lifted her polo neck over her head. We laughed as our bras were practically identical, and then laughed again shortly afterwards, when we discovered our panties were the same too.
They were all very quickly on the floor anyway as Hazel and I impatiently ravished each other’s body. She was making all the first moves though and I just responded passionately
It was wonderful. It was like I had been away from her for years. We couldn’t leave each other alone.
We didn’t keep in one position very long at all, but we moved about her bed incessantly, our tongues and fingers exploring each other hurriedly.
I brought Hazel to a cum first and tasted her sweet juices as she screamed and squirmed in delight. But it wasn’t long before I had a lovely cum too.
She had brought me to a climax with her fingers, which she then licked to taste me, and then let me taste my own juices too, running them across my tongue slowly.
We knew that our time together would be limited, so we just never stopped, not even for a breather or a cigarette.
Two hours of absolutely divine passion and getting completely lost in each other. And the time went far too quickly. Neither of us wanted to stop, but we had to. Gary was going to phone me when their match was nearly finished, so that I could make my way to the bar and catch their bus home.
Hazel and I chatted while we got dressed. She was so unhappy in her marriage. Nigel never paid her any attention sexually, and she didn’t fancy him any more either. She told me she didn’t really like him much.
We made arrangments to meet up again the next Monday evening, but both of us wanted to see each other more often if we could. I couldn’t arrange anything any quicker because I had a pretty full diary, but we left it that we would message each other as often as we could.
Gary was not at all sober after his pool match, but he still wanted me to tell him all that I had been up to when we got home, and we ended up having a very clumsy oral session before we went to sleep.
My mind was working overtime. I was getting more and more bi fun, and I had to admit to myself that I was really enjoying it and perhaps looked forward to it more than I should.
Gary had asked which lady I preferred out of Yvonne and Hazel and I found that difficult to answer. They were both very attractive, both a little taller than me, and I got on easily with both of them. Hazel often got quite sad when talking about her failed marriages and I suppose I felt quite sorry for her, whereas Yvonne had no such problems and was slightly more fun to be with. She made me laugh very often.
The sex was great with both of them, so no complaints on that front. Luckily, I didn’t have to make a decision, because they were so far apart, and I told Gary that I wanted to see both of them as much as I could. I was being very greedy.
I rested for a few days before going to my next adventure. My second “gentleman’s night”. I had received a message from Patron Muzzy the night I got back to Turkey, with details of the time and place, and informing me that he wouldn’t be there himself and that Bulent would be looking after everything again.
I felt excited by that news. Gary told me it was about four hours’, drive to get to the venue, in a town called Alanya. We chatted about it all. Gary wasn’t going to be able to come with me, and he wanted to make sure that I felt safe.
Truthfully, I suppose I was a little more than just anxious. A lot could go wrong, but I told Gary that the fact that Bulent was going to be there put me at ease.
“Why don’t you book a hotel there for a couple of nights, Jill? It’s on the coast, it would take the pressure off the journey, and you might even get lucky.”
“Bloody hell, Gary, am I ever going to get enough for you?” I replied.
But it was a good idea, so I went online and booked a nice 5-star hotel about a couple of miles from the venue. Straightaway, and in front of Gary, I picked up my phone and called Bulent. I told him my plans, and without hesitation, he confirmed that he would meet me there on the first evening.
Then he proceeded to tell me (quite loudly so that Gary could hear) what he was going to do to me. He was very rude with his language, but also very descriptive and complimentary.
It turned me on, and it also got Gary going, and while the conversation continued, Gary put his hand up my skirt, pulled my panties to one side, and started fingering me.
It didn’t last that long though, and of course, we should have done it all on a video phone. But the anticipation of it all was wonderful. I knew that I was going to be performing with a Russian lady in front of about four hundred men and that I would be getting laid by Bulent the night before.
Wednesday lunchtime came, and, I said goodbye to Gary and started my journey to Alanya. I arrived at the hotel at about 6 pm and was shown to a room with a balcony overlooking the sea. The decor of the hotel was a bit tired, but it would be OK for a couple of nights.
Despite not really being very hungry, I went for some dinner and then sat near reception with a cup of coffee to await Bulent’s arrival.
He was bang on time and walked straight up to me with a lovely smile. I gave him a hug like we were long lost friends, and took him straight up to my room.
Bulent told me how much he had missed me, but we hardly said anything else. We collapsed together on the bed, our tongues playing together, and hands roaming all over our fully clad bodies.
The clothes didn’t stay on for long though. We started fumbling with each others’ buttons and zips, but gave up and completed the job ourselves. We were both in a hurry.
Bulent was in brilliant form. He took complete command. We went into a sixty-nine, then he got me to sit on his face while he pulled my nipples quite roughly. He took me first with me straddling him, back towards him, but he changed positions very quickly and often.
I didn’t have a say in any of the action, but although forceful, he was considerate too. My first cum was a very noisy one. Bulent was so energetic.
He was relentless, and my screaming, yelling and groaning continued right on until a second cum for me, which came as he shot his load up me. We were lying on our sides and he had taken me from behind, holding one trembling and shuddering leg high in the air.
After our breathing subsided, I made us both a coffee, and we sat together on the bed stark naked. We talked about the next evening.
Bulent said he couldn’t stop too long as he had lots to do, which was disappointing but understandable. But before he left, he told me he wanted to meet me at the hotel again in the morning, and that he was bringing Marianna, my Russian “co-star” to meet me, and talk about what we wanted to do.
That was a good idea because I really had no idea how we were going to entertain apart from getting it together with her on stage.
I slept like a baby that night, woke up feeling very refreshed, put a tracksuit on and went down to breakfast.
But I wanted to look my best when meeting Bulent and Marianna at 10.30 am, so I quickly went back to my room, showered, put some makeup on, did my hair, and dressed in a pink t-shirt that showed a fair bit of cleavage and a white mini skirt.
They arrived together on time and I found a table outside with some comfortable looking armchairs. We all ordered coffee, and Bulent politely introduced the two of us.
Her appearance took me a little by surprise. She was quite petite, with short blonde hair, lovely blue eyes and a nice smile. I would guess that she was in her early forties. I suppose I was expecting her to be more butch.
Fortunately, her English was pretty good, and we made polite conversation finding out more about each other.
Then Bulent took control and said he wanted to know what we had planned for the evening. Actually, it didn’t take very long because we both had the same ideas. We also found out from Bulent that we weren’t the only performers. There was another couple who were going to come on and give us time to change.
Bulent told us that they were a young married couple, who liked getting it together in front of an audience.
Marianna and I told Bulent what we had planned. He made a note and asked if the two of us could arrive at the venue by 5 pm at the latest. The show was to start at 8 pm.
Excusing herself, Marianna said goodbye and made her way out of the hotel. I expected Bulent to make his way out too, but instead, he said “Jill, I have something private that I must talk to you about. Can we go to your room?”
Going up in the hotel lift he apologised to me and told me he only had time to talk this time, so there was to be no repeat of yesterday’s wonderful session.
Nevertheless, I was feeling naughty and when we got to my room, I sat on the end of the bed and deliberately kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, while he sat in an armchair facing me.
He smiled, and then apologised again, holding his hand up trying to get me to stop teasing him.
What he told me thrilled me. Apparently, one of the guys who had been involved in the gang bang with me at the last show was coming again and had requested that I do the same again. He was coming with some friends.
Bulent asked me if I would be OK with it.
“Oh! yes, of course, I will,” I replied, “How many guys are we talking about?”
He told me that the guy was bringing six friends, so it would be a total of seven.
“That sounds just about perfect to me,” I said.
The thought immediately gave me a very pleasant damp and warm feeling and I smiled at Bulent, as I opened my legs as wide as I could to give him a flash of my panties.
Bulent came over to the bed, pushed me so that I was lying down and started rubbing my crotch through the panties. Then he stood up and said, “Sorry Jill, but this is just going to wait until later tonight after the show. I have still got a lot to do. See you at 5 pm.”
I felt really frustrated as he closed the door behind him, but I understood. And I also had lots to look forward to.
A lovely relaxing time at my hotel followed, after which I packed my bag and made my way to the venue. It turned out to be an old theatre or cinema not far out of the centre of the town.
Bulent welcomed me. I was the first one there apparently, and he showed me to my dressing room before taking me to the stage. It all looked very professional with lots of lights and a huge screen. He told me that everything would be filmed by two different cameramen and projected onto the screen.
It all sounded wonderful to me, but shortly afterwards, when Marianna arrived, it nearly all went wrong. She was really unhappy about the cameras and the screen and threatened to walk out.
Bulent eventually managed to calm her down and she disappeared into her dressing room looking decidedly miffed.
The hours before the beginning of the show passed very quickly. Choosing what to wear, getting the hair and makeup right etc. There was a script to read for the bi scene with Marianna,
She knocked on my door, and we decided to go through it together on stage. She seemed Ok with everything again after her little tiff.
To be honest, I thought the script was a bit naff. I was a salesperson, calling on Marianna’s home to try and sell something. It didn’t really matter what.
She wouldn’t buy, and I had to break down in tears and sob because my boss had told me that if I didn’t get a sale, I was out of a job.
Marianna was to take pity and tell me that she would help me out and buy, if I would do everything that she wanted. I was to pretend that I was shocked and appalled, but agreed because I was desperate. Then we were to move over to the bed, and well, just go for it. No script needed for that bit!
We were going to speak to each other in English, but apparently, there would be Turkish subtitles on the big screen.
The show started. Bulent was in control, but there was also a compere, who started with a few jokes. Then he introduced Marianna, who was first on doing a striptease.
We all had monitors in our dressing rooms, so I could watch her perform while I put the final touches on my makeup. I was next on.
Marianna’s strip was good. She had a very sexy body, and she went down well with the audience. However, she didn’t really smile much and I thought that took the edge off a little.
When my turn came, I thought I did well. I took my time getting my kit off, but once I was down to my bra, panties, stockings and suspenders, the audience seemed to warm to me.
The big screen was great. I could watch myself and it brought out the performer in me. I put on big smiles as I removed my bra and stockings, and throwing them into the audience got some cheers.
I moved to the bed to take off my suspender and then my panties. Watching myself on the big screen made me feel very aroused. The music finished, but I didn’t want to stop.
I started playing with myself. First with my nipples, but quite quickly one hand went between my legs and I started fingering myself. Watching myself on the big screen, coupled with the audience reaction, was really turning me on.
I got carried away as I played with myself, thinking of various lovers and things that I had done through my life.
Bulent had been watching on his monitor, and bless him, he came strolling onto the stage and handed me a dildo. it was a big black one too.
That made me think of Steve, one to the two professional studs that fucked me on film at Mike’s place. I was bringing myself to a cum, watching myself do it on the screen. Should I go through with it and make myself orgasm in front of 400 guys? Hell, yes, of course I should. And I did.
It was a bloody fantastic cum too, made all the better by the audience. They gave me a standing ovation as I slung my panties and suspender to them before making my way off stage.
Next on were a young Turkish couple. They were very young and very attractive. There was no script for them, they just fucked and sucked each other is as many positions and places as they could muster.
They were very fit and athletic and it went on for ages, which was good because Marianna and I were performing next.
I changed into a business suit. It was charcoal grey, and I wore a pink blouse and white undies. Marianna was in a figure-hugging little black dress. She looked great.
Our turn came, and we remembered our lines faultlessly. With the script being as it was, it was Marianna who made the first moves, while I pretended to be cold to her advances. We were on a settee together and I kept moving away from her, as she tried to kiss me and touch me.
Then, there was the first kiss. Still trying to back away from her, I couldn’t go any further and our lips touched. Our tongues touched soon afterwards and I let Marianna seduce me.
We stood up and started to undress each other. She had me down to just my panties and I hadn’t even got as far as taking her dress off, although it was unzipped right down her back.
Marianna took hold of my arm and led me over to the bed. She took her dress and undies off herself, while I got my panties off.
She went straight down on me, easing two fingers inside me, while her tongues made patterns all around my shaved pussy.
Then she moved to a kneeling position right over my mouth. I found her clit immediately, licking and sucking it for ages, while I found her nipples with my hands.
The audience really seemed to like the action and we changed positions several times, Neither of us had a cum, but we made noises as if we had.
It was strange really, because Marianna was really attractive, but somehow she just didn’t do it for me, and obviously I didn’t for her either.
But never mind, the guys seemed to like the show, so who cares?
The young Turkish lovers were on again next. They had different clothes to take off each other, but apart from that there wasn’t too much different from their first performance. But again, the crowd were very appreciative.
Now it was time for the finale. Me and seven guys. Even though I hadn’t a clue who they were, I couldn’t wait.
I came on stage wearing just a sky blue negligee and matching panties. No bra this time. The audience seemed pleased to see me again and I walked slowly towards the bed and sat on the end of it, crossing my legs.
A door that I hadn’t noticed before at the other end of the stage opened and in strolled the seven guys. They were all wearing nothing but smiles on their faces.
I recognised the guy that was at the front. He had been in on my last gang bang and was the one who understood what I really wanted, after Bulent had translated my wish to be licked.
He didn’t waste any time. He gave me a very tight hug, untied my negligee, helped it off my shoulders and onto the floor and put his hand on my buttocks, pulling me close against his prick.
The other guys just stood and watched, as he picked me up and carried me the few yards to the bed. He laid me down at the bottom of the bed, knelt down and started licking my panties.
Then two of his fingers were pushing the material up inside me, as he carried on with his tongue. He was good and I was able to watch myself on the big screen.
Two of the guys then walked around each side of the bed and started sucking and licking my nipples at exactly the same time as my panties were pulled right off.
I was loving all the attention, but still the other four guys waited in the background. I didn’t care about that, because I was close to a cum. The guys getting my boobs were moving their hands all over the place at the same time and the first guy’s tongue and fingers were doing a wonderful job.
As soon as I came, the first guy made way for one of the four that had been waiting in the background and I was treated to another tongue on my very wet pussy. Then there was a change of shift on my boobs too, as two different guys started on my nipples.
It was all very well organised and all the guys seemed to know where to go and what to do. All seven of them eventually had their turn on my pussy and they were all bloody good at it. I didn’t cum for all of them, but the sensations that I was getting were amazing.
When it came to being fucked, it was so different from the last gang bang. It was one guy at a time. It wasn’t in the same order as being licked either. One after another they fucked me – three of them in the missionary position, one doggy fashion and three with me astride them, two facing them, and one with my back to him. That one was the best because I could watch myself easily on the screen.
They were all good fucks. Nobody did anything that I didn’t want. I had loads of cums, but only one of them did. He pulled out and shot his spunk on my tummy, which he very politely wiped up with a tissue.
I found out the reason they had not cum very soon though. They all wanted to finish off in my mouth. Two at a time, I sucked and wanked them as best I could.
Again it was very orderly in the way they took turns, but with two guys that near my face all the time, the cameraman was having difficulty getting good shots, so he had to move really close.
It was actually the first time that I had seen either of the two cameramen, but by this time I was really turned on and feeling wickedly naughty, so I reached out with one hand and started rubbing his crotch.
With cock after cock going in and out of my mouth and cum all over my tits and shoulder, I carried on rubbing and felt him go hard.
He was up for it, and he put the camera down on the floor, took his trousers and pants off, went straight to the bottom of the bed and fucked me. It was all over so quickly for him though, as he shot his load right up me while I carried on sucking and licking.
The camera was in full operating order again far too quickly, but it got very good shots of me finishing the last of the seven guys off. It was the lead guy, the one who led them on to the stage and the one who went down on me first.
There was only one place that he was going to cum. I took him full in the mouth and made a show for the camera of the semen in my mouth, before swallowing it with a wicked smile.
That was it. It was all over. I had loved every minute.
The strangest thing was that all the guys gave me a goodbye hug, just like they were leaving a party, but all of us naked. Even the cameraman came up and gave me a hug too.
I picked up my negligee and panties and waved at my audience as I left the stage, nearly bumping into the compere as he came on.
Bulent came into my dressing room and asked if I was OK. I told him I was very happy and he then went into raptures about my performance.
I needed a shower, so I turned it on and smiled at Bulent as he left the room. “You know where I am staying if you want to see me later on,” I said, grinning. He didn’t reply.
Actually by the time I got back to the hotel, it had all caught up with me and I was very tired, so I went straight up to my room.
As I was drifting off, I got two phone calls. The first was from Bulent apologising that he wouldn’t be able to make it, but suggesting that we made a date pretty soon. The second was from Patron. He had heard all about my performance and thanked me.
He also made a date with me. At his doctor’s for a check-up in a weeks time. Then he told me he needed to see me afterwards to finalise arrangements for a holiday together.
Before I fell asleep again, I phoned hubby to tell him everything was OK. He wanted all the details, but I told him he would have to wait until I got home the next morning. “But the total for your journal has increased by eight,” I said.
“Good girl, sweet dreams,” he replied.
I drove home after checking out of my hotel the next morning. An uneventful journey, but my mind was spinning with so many things to tell Gary about.
Feeling a lot more refreshed after taking my time on the journey, I arrived home at about 5 pm. Gary gave me big hug. He was in the middle of cooking our evening meal. The villa smelt like an Indian restaurant, as he was having a go making a biryani. It wouldn’t be ready for an hour or so, but he was too busy for our usual session.
That waited until bedtime. Gary had wined and dined me and was very patient about waiting to hear all the details.
We had an absolutely fantastic bit of passionate sex. I kept remembering more things to tell him about while he was fucking me. He loved the bit about the cameraman getting involved.
When we eventually called it a day, he asked if I had got a copy of what had been shown on the big screen. I hadn’t even thought about that.
“OK,” I said, “I will have to contact Bulent about that in the morning”, thinking to myself that I wanted a bit more time with him anyway.
In the morning I checked my mail. Wow, I had a busy time coming up. Mike had invited me to his place, because he had got another filming session planned. Yvonne and Ben were both planning a week’s holiday here, Emre wanted to come round again and Hazel couldn’t wait to see me on the next Monday evening.
Peter also said he needed to see me sometime soon to complete his article and asked if we could meet up again if he managed to get time to come over.
All that, plus a good reason to see Bulent again and Patron Muzzy’s holiday coming up sometime soon. I was going to be one busy and well-satisfied lady. Lucky me.