Post by arab on Mar 7, 2011 17:09:10 GMT -5
The heat and tension had been rising on the last day of our holiday in Morocco. As had become her routine my wife exited the shower room perfectly on time as room service came to deliver breakfast to the veranda.
Unlike the majority of the staff at the hotel who were Arabic Moroccan or European room service was delivered by a tall powerfully built Ghanaian. He wore the same long shirt like dress as the other staff but unlike the others he did not wear it over his usual western clothes just over his naked well built body. The shirt was thin cotton and when he passed by the French windows he might as well have been naked. Although it was clearly for my wife’s benefit I could not help feel a thrill each time I saw the shadow of his manhood or when I saw the bulge in his crotch each time he caught a glimpse of her in her pants & bra.
Today however I didn’t want to watch her display and decided to find my own distractions elsewhere.
“I am going to the garage to see if the car is ready” I mumbled and left.
Our hire car had broken down and was in a local garage, run by a German ex pat just a few hundred metres from the hotel. I had found a reason to return most days to the garage as I enjoyed the banter from the owner and his mechanic which was generally filled with a stream of unsubtle innuendoes about the fact that I was a Brit who was probably here to get ‘worked on’ by an Arab with a ‘big tool’
On this morning when I got to the garage I was hot and frustrated and irritable. As I entered the cramped little workshop the owner’s voice rang out with a thick German accent but perfect English.
“You are still too early, we are still waiting for the part from Rabat unless of course you just came to look at our tools.” The owner and his mechanic both let laughed at what they both though highly amusing wit
“Oh I have given up on the car being fixed” I said “so I thought I would just come down and get worked on myself”
It was only supposed to be a jokey response, but both men stopped what they were doing and looked at me with wolfish grins. The silence lasted an uncomfortable length of time and I thought I had just spoiled a perfectly fun conversation by going too far when the owner who was probably in his late 50’s but well kept and fairly muscled walked up to me and stood only inches away,
“Really?” he questioned, “because you should be careful what you wish for, there are a good few men here who would be happy to work on your white arse while those pink lips lube the tools” He gave a dirty snort of a laugh in my ear.
I was shocked and unnerved at how quickly this was turning from banter to reality, but the look in his eyes left me in no doubt that while the games were over playtime was about to begin.
With the owner still standing right next to me I glanced over to his mechanic to see how he was reacting to this approach. He was standing by a door to the rear of the garage; he smiled and rubbed his hands on a rag which he then tossed aside. He then rested his hands on the waist of his jeans with his thumbs inside pushing the top down ever so slightly; just enough to catch sight of a centimetre of thick dark pubic hair. ”
Then the owner and mechanic looked at each other and without a word nodded at each other. This was clearly a signal and the mechanic put his hand on the door handle looked straight at me and jerked his head to signal I should follow.
I followed, with my heart thumping as I realised that I was a long way from home, no one knew I was here and I was following a guy I didn’t even know into the back of his garage. The door led into a dark corridor at the end of which was another door. As we got to the second door the mechanic stopped me and in a swift move yanked my t-shirt up and over my head. In the next instant he pulled down my shorts and pants together so save for some sandals I was naked. The anticipation was exiting and I felt my cock getting harder and harder. As he then undressed himself I started to stroke myself. He put the clothes in a pile and turned to me. I was about to move forward when he unexpectedly opened the door letting in a flood of blinding sun light. I closed my eyes against the pain of the sudden brightness and as I did he took my hand and led me out.
When I opened my eyes I realised we were in a small walled yard. The only entrance into it the door we had come through and seemingly no buildings over looking its high walls. It was dusty and filled with old parts and empty water bottles. More surprising however was that it already contained a dozen men, all naked save for sandals or trainers and all standing and staring at me. It was like a bath house dark room but in the blazing sunshine. I looked around at the assembly and the various stages of erection
“Sit!”
Like an obedient dog I sat on the combi bench. I was just wondering if I had been very stupid. A minute ago I was in a garage in a foreign country enquiring about when it would be fixed and now within seconds I was in a yard full of naked horned up guys. There was not long to think about things however as the nearest man walked in front of me. He was semi hard already and when he gave himself a gentle play he went immediately hard. He just walked into me pushing his cock into my mouth.
He immediately let out a low sigh and then began rocking back and forth fucking my mouth. He was a nice size and I took him easily into my throat. He loved that I could swallow him fully and began to fuck harder to get himself deep into my mouth. With each thrust my face was filled with his dark damp pubic bush. I put my hands behind him and grabbed his rock hard butt and pulled him harder and deeper into me. He was started to pant and moan and then I felt the sudden rush of warm salty cum as he exploded his load in my mouth. He pumped a few more times and then withdrew and I let the cum dribble down my chin.
As the guy move away I looked around to see what the others were up to and see if there was a group going on now that I could get involved in, but I was shocked to see that I was the only show in town. The group had all closed in around me and had obviously been enjoying watching the blow job I had given the first guy because every cock was rock hard and pointing at me.
Before I could decide what to do the next closest guy stepped forward. He rubbed his erect cock over the cum on my chin and around my lips before plunging his cock into my mouth as hard and deep as he could. I could feel the blood pumping into him as I sucked hard. As with the first guy he did not want a passive blow job, he wanted to fuck and he held my head as he began to face fuck me with hard deep thrusts that smacked into my face and pushed my head back with each blow.
Then he thrust deep into my mouth and with his hands behind my head held me hard against him with his cock deep in my throat. I began to breath heavily through my nose as he began walking backwards dragging me with him. The move pulled me off the seat and as I tipped forward I felt a pair of hands on my waist lifting me up and realised someone was positioning themselves behind me. I heard the crinkle sound of a condom being opened and then seconds later felt the sharp exquisite pain as a hard cock entered me.
Both men then immediately got into their rhythm; pumping hard and fast in strong determined thrusts. The guy in my mouth began groaning and shouting and then suddenly pulled out so he could watch himself cum in my face. He covered me with cum on my forehead, nose cheeks and mouth. He then stood back to admire his handy work.
The sight of him cumming obviously worked for the guy up my arse because he too then let out some grunts and finished with a few after thrusts having clearly cum.
I thought they were all done as I could see a guy turning around in front of me and assumed the crowd was breaking up but as I began to try and get up this guy put his hand on my head and then backed himself into my face. He bent forward and pushed himself back into me so that I got a face load of hot hairy crack.
“Lick, Lick, Lick!” was his brief but clear instruction.
His arse was covered in dark hair and his crack was as dense and thick as a rain forest. I stuffed my face in and smelled his delicious aroma and felt the sweaty hair on my lips and nose and face. I could feel the gentle thud on my face as he was clearly whacking himself off as I rimmed him.
I grabbed his waist to balance and pull him deeper into me just as the next guy decided to mount me. The thick wet hair muffled my scream as I felt like I was ripping in two as a monstrous cock entered me. I was bracing myself for a pounding but this was the first guy who took his time and fucked with slow gentle moves, slowly in and out.
I was in ecstasy as I buried my face in the wet arse and felt the plunging cock. Then the guy I was rimming bucked into my face two or three times as he came. He stood straight up and just walked off allowing another to take his place. This guy just wanted to masturbate on my face and he did so with in seconds of taking up position. Again it had a knock on effect and the donkey cock in my arse shuddered to a halt also.
As these two walked away I looked up to assess the situation. All the guys were still in the yard, still staring with those that had already had me taking positions over by the walls and stroking their creamed cocks. Three guys remained. The first got hold of my shoulder and turned me to the wall and placed my hands on the wall like a cop about to frisk a suspect. He then grabbed me hard around the waist with his fingers digging in before proceeding to fuck me. They seemed to be competing as to who could give the hardest, least emotional, fuck and so far this guy was winning. When he finished he withdrew, took off his condom and smeared his cum over my cheeks. The following two guys repeated the format; a hard quick fuck and then coming on my arse.
When they finished I was done too and decided I had to get back to the hotel before my wife grew concerned. When I turned around the yard was already almost empty as the guys were filing out through the door.
When I got to the hotel I was aware I was sweating profusely and I felt sticky and dirty from the cum that was drying or dribbling all over me. As I walked down the corridor to my room I saw the room service guy. He rushed past, looking hot and flustered and did not make eye contact. The reason was soon clear. As I opened the door to the suite I caught a full rear view of my wife bent over picking up her pants. Her pussy was wet and gaping and her arsehole dilated. All over her red cheeks I could see the silvery trail of drying cum.
As I entered she span round and for a moment we looked at each other in shock. With the cum of eight different guys in on or over me I didn’t feel like I had the moral high ground to start a fight when suddenly she just smiled
“You’re back, did you have a good time?”
Even in as weak a position as I was I couldn’t resist
“Not as good as you it would seem?”
She looked me deep in the eyes
“Oh I don’t know, my visitor told me some interesting things about the garage you are using and what goes on in the yard at the rear….”
I stared at her in astonishment, but she just smiled and said
“Hey what happens on tour, stays on tour,” she looked at me with smiling eyes and took my hand “let’s take a shower”
Unlike the majority of the staff at the hotel who were Arabic Moroccan or European room service was delivered by a tall powerfully built Ghanaian. He wore the same long shirt like dress as the other staff but unlike the others he did not wear it over his usual western clothes just over his naked well built body. The shirt was thin cotton and when he passed by the French windows he might as well have been naked. Although it was clearly for my wife’s benefit I could not help feel a thrill each time I saw the shadow of his manhood or when I saw the bulge in his crotch each time he caught a glimpse of her in her pants & bra.
Today however I didn’t want to watch her display and decided to find my own distractions elsewhere.
“I am going to the garage to see if the car is ready” I mumbled and left.
Our hire car had broken down and was in a local garage, run by a German ex pat just a few hundred metres from the hotel. I had found a reason to return most days to the garage as I enjoyed the banter from the owner and his mechanic which was generally filled with a stream of unsubtle innuendoes about the fact that I was a Brit who was probably here to get ‘worked on’ by an Arab with a ‘big tool’
On this morning when I got to the garage I was hot and frustrated and irritable. As I entered the cramped little workshop the owner’s voice rang out with a thick German accent but perfect English.
“You are still too early, we are still waiting for the part from Rabat unless of course you just came to look at our tools.” The owner and his mechanic both let laughed at what they both though highly amusing wit
“Oh I have given up on the car being fixed” I said “so I thought I would just come down and get worked on myself”
It was only supposed to be a jokey response, but both men stopped what they were doing and looked at me with wolfish grins. The silence lasted an uncomfortable length of time and I thought I had just spoiled a perfectly fun conversation by going too far when the owner who was probably in his late 50’s but well kept and fairly muscled walked up to me and stood only inches away,
“Really?” he questioned, “because you should be careful what you wish for, there are a good few men here who would be happy to work on your white arse while those pink lips lube the tools” He gave a dirty snort of a laugh in my ear.
I was shocked and unnerved at how quickly this was turning from banter to reality, but the look in his eyes left me in no doubt that while the games were over playtime was about to begin.
With the owner still standing right next to me I glanced over to his mechanic to see how he was reacting to this approach. He was standing by a door to the rear of the garage; he smiled and rubbed his hands on a rag which he then tossed aside. He then rested his hands on the waist of his jeans with his thumbs inside pushing the top down ever so slightly; just enough to catch sight of a centimetre of thick dark pubic hair. ”
Then the owner and mechanic looked at each other and without a word nodded at each other. This was clearly a signal and the mechanic put his hand on the door handle looked straight at me and jerked his head to signal I should follow.
I followed, with my heart thumping as I realised that I was a long way from home, no one knew I was here and I was following a guy I didn’t even know into the back of his garage. The door led into a dark corridor at the end of which was another door. As we got to the second door the mechanic stopped me and in a swift move yanked my t-shirt up and over my head. In the next instant he pulled down my shorts and pants together so save for some sandals I was naked. The anticipation was exiting and I felt my cock getting harder and harder. As he then undressed himself I started to stroke myself. He put the clothes in a pile and turned to me. I was about to move forward when he unexpectedly opened the door letting in a flood of blinding sun light. I closed my eyes against the pain of the sudden brightness and as I did he took my hand and led me out.
When I opened my eyes I realised we were in a small walled yard. The only entrance into it the door we had come through and seemingly no buildings over looking its high walls. It was dusty and filled with old parts and empty water bottles. More surprising however was that it already contained a dozen men, all naked save for sandals or trainers and all standing and staring at me. It was like a bath house dark room but in the blazing sunshine. I looked around at the assembly and the various stages of erection
“Sit!”
Like an obedient dog I sat on the combi bench. I was just wondering if I had been very stupid. A minute ago I was in a garage in a foreign country enquiring about when it would be fixed and now within seconds I was in a yard full of naked horned up guys. There was not long to think about things however as the nearest man walked in front of me. He was semi hard already and when he gave himself a gentle play he went immediately hard. He just walked into me pushing his cock into my mouth.
He immediately let out a low sigh and then began rocking back and forth fucking my mouth. He was a nice size and I took him easily into my throat. He loved that I could swallow him fully and began to fuck harder to get himself deep into my mouth. With each thrust my face was filled with his dark damp pubic bush. I put my hands behind him and grabbed his rock hard butt and pulled him harder and deeper into me. He was started to pant and moan and then I felt the sudden rush of warm salty cum as he exploded his load in my mouth. He pumped a few more times and then withdrew and I let the cum dribble down my chin.
As the guy move away I looked around to see what the others were up to and see if there was a group going on now that I could get involved in, but I was shocked to see that I was the only show in town. The group had all closed in around me and had obviously been enjoying watching the blow job I had given the first guy because every cock was rock hard and pointing at me.
Before I could decide what to do the next closest guy stepped forward. He rubbed his erect cock over the cum on my chin and around my lips before plunging his cock into my mouth as hard and deep as he could. I could feel the blood pumping into him as I sucked hard. As with the first guy he did not want a passive blow job, he wanted to fuck and he held my head as he began to face fuck me with hard deep thrusts that smacked into my face and pushed my head back with each blow.
Then he thrust deep into my mouth and with his hands behind my head held me hard against him with his cock deep in my throat. I began to breath heavily through my nose as he began walking backwards dragging me with him. The move pulled me off the seat and as I tipped forward I felt a pair of hands on my waist lifting me up and realised someone was positioning themselves behind me. I heard the crinkle sound of a condom being opened and then seconds later felt the sharp exquisite pain as a hard cock entered me.
Both men then immediately got into their rhythm; pumping hard and fast in strong determined thrusts. The guy in my mouth began groaning and shouting and then suddenly pulled out so he could watch himself cum in my face. He covered me with cum on my forehead, nose cheeks and mouth. He then stood back to admire his handy work.
The sight of him cumming obviously worked for the guy up my arse because he too then let out some grunts and finished with a few after thrusts having clearly cum.
I thought they were all done as I could see a guy turning around in front of me and assumed the crowd was breaking up but as I began to try and get up this guy put his hand on my head and then backed himself into my face. He bent forward and pushed himself back into me so that I got a face load of hot hairy crack.
“Lick, Lick, Lick!” was his brief but clear instruction.
His arse was covered in dark hair and his crack was as dense and thick as a rain forest. I stuffed my face in and smelled his delicious aroma and felt the sweaty hair on my lips and nose and face. I could feel the gentle thud on my face as he was clearly whacking himself off as I rimmed him.
I grabbed his waist to balance and pull him deeper into me just as the next guy decided to mount me. The thick wet hair muffled my scream as I felt like I was ripping in two as a monstrous cock entered me. I was bracing myself for a pounding but this was the first guy who took his time and fucked with slow gentle moves, slowly in and out.
I was in ecstasy as I buried my face in the wet arse and felt the plunging cock. Then the guy I was rimming bucked into my face two or three times as he came. He stood straight up and just walked off allowing another to take his place. This guy just wanted to masturbate on my face and he did so with in seconds of taking up position. Again it had a knock on effect and the donkey cock in my arse shuddered to a halt also.
As these two walked away I looked up to assess the situation. All the guys were still in the yard, still staring with those that had already had me taking positions over by the walls and stroking their creamed cocks. Three guys remained. The first got hold of my shoulder and turned me to the wall and placed my hands on the wall like a cop about to frisk a suspect. He then grabbed me hard around the waist with his fingers digging in before proceeding to fuck me. They seemed to be competing as to who could give the hardest, least emotional, fuck and so far this guy was winning. When he finished he withdrew, took off his condom and smeared his cum over my cheeks. The following two guys repeated the format; a hard quick fuck and then coming on my arse.
When they finished I was done too and decided I had to get back to the hotel before my wife grew concerned. When I turned around the yard was already almost empty as the guys were filing out through the door.
When I got to the hotel I was aware I was sweating profusely and I felt sticky and dirty from the cum that was drying or dribbling all over me. As I walked down the corridor to my room I saw the room service guy. He rushed past, looking hot and flustered and did not make eye contact. The reason was soon clear. As I opened the door to the suite I caught a full rear view of my wife bent over picking up her pants. Her pussy was wet and gaping and her arsehole dilated. All over her red cheeks I could see the silvery trail of drying cum.
As I entered she span round and for a moment we looked at each other in shock. With the cum of eight different guys in on or over me I didn’t feel like I had the moral high ground to start a fight when suddenly she just smiled
“You’re back, did you have a good time?”
Even in as weak a position as I was I couldn’t resist
“Not as good as you it would seem?”
She looked me deep in the eyes
“Oh I don’t know, my visitor told me some interesting things about the garage you are using and what goes on in the yard at the rear….”
I stared at her in astonishment, but she just smiled and said
“Hey what happens on tour, stays on tour,” she looked at me with smiling eyes and took my hand “let’s take a shower”