"Look," Ibrahim whispered in my ear nibbling it gently. "You see it?"
I giggled. I did see it. His friend Mehmed had a hard on.
I had met Ibrahim the day before when I shared his taxi with a man named Mitch, that seduced me into some of the best sex of my life. Ironically, I was at a women's rights rally earlier that day and ended up being used as a sex object all night long by a misogynistic, older married man that I had just met. But instead of feeling guilty about it, I felt more empowered than ever. And it didn't suck that I had more orgasms in one night than I ever had before. Guess what, I love orgasms.
My lascivious night with Mitch was incredible but instead of satiating me, it triggered my sexual appetite even more. And my cravings could only be satisfied by something that I knew was going to be very bad for me. Bad but oh so delicious. Let's be honest, being bad is actually one of the main things that makes it so good.
When Mitch tried to convince me to come up to his hotel room, Ibrahim the taxi driver told me to go because I needed to be fucked. There was a look in his eyes that I could not forget. No man had ever looked at me so intensely.
I called Ibrahim to pick me up "to take me home" and within two hours his cock had already fucked all three of my holes. It was a day of firsts for me. It was the first time I had ever shown my tits in public as we drove down the highway, blown a man in a car in broad daylight, flashed my bare ass at a passing truck driver and had sex with two different men that were complete strangers within hours of each other. I also never had such rough sex before in my life. But after today I knew that rough sex would always be on the menu.
Ibrahim had sent some sexy photos of me to his friend Mehmed (another first), who lived in the apartment we were using as our fuck shack. And now here he was looking at my naked body about ten feet away.
Ibrahim and Mehmed spoke in Turkish to one another. Ibrahim laughed but Mehmed was very serious.
"He said he left work early because he could not believe his eyes looking at the pictures I send," Ibrahim told me. "He says you have most beautiful ass he has ever seen. And now he sees your face and cannot believe how beautiful you are."
Mehmed started to speak again and Ibrahim burst out laughing. He responded back to Mehmed almost as if scolding him.
"He asks if you are whore," Ibrahim said. "I said no you are not whore. I tell him you are a nice girl that is also a sürtük."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"Sürtük means slut," he said.
For some reason, I had to laugh. I couldn't argue with that observation based on my recent behavior. I was a nice girl but a slut.
"Do not get insulted that he thinks you were a whore. It is only because you are so beautiful he thinks I can only get you if I pay," Ibrahim said.
Ibrahim spoke to his friend again and Mehmed slapped his own forehead.
"I tell him you are nineteen,” he said. "He cannot believe how this can be."
Ibrahim stood up and then took both my hands and pulled me up. He wanted to show me off to his buddy as if to say, look what I just fucked. I decided to play it up. I flung my arms over my head, arched my back and stuck out my hip. Then I pushed my tits together and leaned forward. I gyrated my hips as I turned around and around. Then I turned and bent over sticking my ass out. I even twerked a little. All the while I could hear Mehmed moaning and groaning and Ibrahim laughing gleefully.
"Get on hands and knees," Ibrahim said. I did so obediently. I actually discovered that I like being told what to do. I felt Ibrahim rubbing my ass.
"This is nice ass," Ibrahim said to Mehmed.
"Yes, it is so nice," Mehmed answered.
"I fucked this ass just now," Ibrahim said.
"Yes, I watch you," Mehmed said.
"I fuck her face and cunt also," Ibrahim said.
"It is like dream," Mehmed said.
Then I felt Ibrahim slap my ass. One on cheek and then the other. Mehmed shouted.
"It is okay," Ibrahim said. "She like. You like?"
"Yes, I like," I said nodding my head up and down looking back at them.
"She slut," Ibrahim said.
"Sürtük," I said. Ibrahim laughed.
He spoke to Mehmed in Turkish again. There was a pause and then I felt another slap. It was not as hard.
"Harder," Ibrahim told Mehmed. "Make her feel."
I then felt a harder slap. And then other. Mehmed was quickly getting the hang of it.
I then felt a finger pushing into my ass and other into my cunt. The finger in my ass slide in and out slowly as the other one twirled inside my wet cunt.
Ibrahim moved closer to my face smiling and showed me his hands. Clearly, it was Mehmed that had his two fingers in my holes. He was getting bold.
Ibrahim barked something at Mehmed and suddenly his fingers were withdrawn from within me. Ibrahim spun me around and pulled me up to my knees so I was now facing Mehmed with his crotch on the same level as my face. I could still see his bulge pushing against his pants aching to be released.
"Show her," Ibrahim told him.
Mehmed looked down at me with desperate eyes as he unzipped his pants. I looked up at him as he pulled out his throbbing cock.
"You see,” Ibrahim said. "You did this. You make Mehmed cock very hard."
I didn't say a word but kept looking into Mehmed's eyes.
"You understand, slut." Ibrahim asked. I nodded my head up and down slowly in answer.
Ibrahim kneeled down next to me and whispered in my ear.
"Look at it," he said. "Look at his cock so close to your face."
I lowered my eyes and saw Mehmed big cock twitching at me. Another cock bigger than my poor boyfriend's. And it less than an inch away from my nose.
"It is up to you," he said. "You must decide."
I did not respond but kept staring at Mehmed's cock.
"If you do," Ibrahim said softly. "Then we both use you all night long. All holes will fill."
If I do then I cross another line that I never imagined I would.
Within twenty-four hours I went from a girl with a pretty normal sex life to fucking two complete strangers and now here I was naked, on my knees with another man's cock (also married I found out later) so close to my face that all I had to do was lean forward slightly, open my mouth and I would be giving a blow job to a third man and It was not even noon yet. Oh well...
I opened my mouth and as if in slow motion I moved my head towards Mehmed's anxious prick. I knew he could feel the heat of my breath when he moaned right before I wrapped my lips around his ridged pulsating member.
"Fucking slut," Ibrahim said and pushed the back of my head shoving Mehmed's cock deep down my throat.
I am not sure if Ibrahim was angry or turned on that I decided to suck his friend's dick. But he probably didn’t get that it was not a choice for me at this point. I was passed the point of reasonable thought. I was transformed into a sex object. And I know that this is what he wanted. I knew this was his and probably millions of other men's fantasy come true, a pretty, young girl that was willing to do almost anything sexually.
I did not know my own limits in that moment. Ibrahim could have brought in a roomful of his friends with their cocks bobbing up and down in my face and I honestly don't know what I would have done. Or maybe if I was really honest, I know exactly what I would have done.
Ibrahim continued to push my head into Mehmed ensuring his shlong would be shoved far down my throat. He even held my head down every now and then keeping Mehmed's cock lodged down my throat. Ibrahim yelled at Mehmed telling him to take his cock out and slap my face with it. Mehmed listened to him and after a few times his cock slaps became harder and harder. I loved it.
Ibrahim pulled me up by my hair and threw me on the bed. He commanded that I spread my legs.
"He fuck your cunt now," he shouted. "Do it," Ibrahim yelled at Mehmed pointing straight at my cunt.
Mehmed didn't need to be told twice. He actually didn't even need to be told once. He moved forward like a man possessed. Finally, he was going to get some young, teen pussy. I am sure for years he would see pretty girls walking down the street in their summer clothes, all dressed up to go out dancing, maybe bumping into them on the train, seeing them in restaurants, on the beach or in a store. He would look at their sweet curves, luscious lips, silky hair, shapely bodies and angel faces. Wanting them so badly but never being able to touch them, suck them or fuck them. And now here I was on his bed so pretty, sexy and naked with my legs wide spread wanting and waiting for him to enter me.
I have to confess that I love when a man looks at me the way Mehmed did in that moment. I was probably the best-looking woman he had ever been with. My boyfriend never had as much lust in his eyes as Mitch, Ibrahim and Mehmed did for me. I relished being the object of their dirty desires.
Throw out political correctness or being judged, I reveled in being their slut. Can we stop pretending and admit that every straight man wants to fuck every hot girl he sees? I am sure that even my dad's nice older male friends wanted to bend me over and pound my cunt. I even noticed some of them checking me out when they thought I wasn't paying attention. And the thought of that, the idea that all these men wanted to devour my body and make me their sex-toy drove me crazy with desire.
Our eyes were transfixed on each other as Mehmed pushed the fat head of his cock against my cunt lips.
"Do it Mehmed," I thought as he entered me.