Pati Pt. 02

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Pati series, reading the previous stories will give useful context.

After dinner I wandered around the hotel a little, looked at the Piano bar, it was exactly as described, a bar with a piano. Someone was playing something like an old Cole Porter or Noel Coward number and someone else was stood in front of a microphone destroying the lyrics.

The bar keep looked at me as I ducked back out. That was not for me. There was a sports bar, I didn't even put my head in through the door, and that left me with the club lounge. As I wandered up to the door it whisked open before me.

"Madam, are you joining us for a cocktail tonight?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose I could have one."

"Very good madam. If you would care to follow me. In the room or on the terrace madam. Smoking is only permitted on the terrace."

"Well that solves it for me then," I laughed, "room it is."

"Yes madam." He led me to a small sofa covered in rather nice white sculptured linen, and I sat and relaxed back into the sofa, looking through the cocktail list. There were so many, I just decided, what the hell, I was on holiday, someone else was paying.

"Long Island Iced Tea it will be please."

"Yes madam." He wrote it down on a little pad and took it to a barman behind the small corner bar. He returned with a small selection of figs, dates and nuts on a plate. I was mildly amused that he didn't check my room number, as only certain rooms were allowed to use the club facilities, obviously being in a Club Junior Suite, I could. I read the small information sheet on the club lounge. High Tea was served at 1500, cocktails 1900 -- 2200 and continental breakfasts 0700 -1000.

Newspapers from many countries were available as was a selection of magazines and books. DVDs could be borrowed for use in your room. Well, I didn't come on holiday to spend time watching the TV, so that didn't interest me. A small white fluted edge doily was put before me and a highball with a hotel brand stirrer. I thanked him and took a sip. Wow, yes, okay, that packed a punch!

I sat back and let the warmth of the spirits in my Long Island trickle through and they provided a slightly numbing sensation to my body which, after the abuse at the hands of other recently, was in need of a little numbing.

"May I join you?"

I looked up. I didn't recognise the speaker, or the accent. He was probably about my age, possibly a little younger, he had jet black hair, probably died as there was a fair amount of silver in his eyelashes, and a rather trim body.

"You may." Well, I was hardly going to say 'no, fuck off' was I?

"My name is Nikolai, I am from Moscow, and I am here having a little holiday from some business I am doing in the city."

"Hello Nikolai, I am Pati. I am just having a little holiday." Well, I was. No point in saying any more, was there?

"I saw that you seemed to be alone, as I was alone, it occurred to me what a travesty it was that we sat alone, when there was so much that we have in common and so little time to share."

Jesus what a load of bollocks, Russian bollocks it seems, are no different to anyone else's bollocks. I looked at my watch and then back at him.

"Sorry, how much time until the end of the world? Is it worth setting an alarm so i can make sure I am awake?"

He laughed out loud and drained his drink, slamming the empty glass on the table and waving for a waiter who, as is often the case I have noticed, managed to appear almost instantly the hand was waved.

"Two more here." He instructed and then looked back at me. "I looked at you," he said, "I looked at you and I knew here was a woman who was no klute, no fool. A woman with vodka for blood, spirit in her veins." He pronounced vodka as if it was spelt wodka, and there had been plenty in my Long Island, so yes, it did feel like my veins were full of 'wodka'

"Well, I am British, I am supposed to have Tea in my veins."

"So your drink, it is what?"

"Well, it is close, it is a Long Island Iced Tea"

"Ha ha, I love your British sense of humour, you have drink made with vodka and name it after an American place and call it Tea. This is good humour I think." The waiter returned with the drinks, my new Russian friend threw some dirham notes on the tray the drinks had arrived on. God, he is lucky. Women are not expected to say 'thank you' with money, oh bloody no, we have to do something else. Well, I guess if you're a cheap bint, then it's easy being a woman.

"What business are you in?" I asked him.

"I am in oil derivatives, and that is the most totally boring subject a man can be in. I can tell you nothing because there is nothing to tell."

"Oh come in, how can that be," I laughed, I just felt he was being a bit vague, every man I ever knew would go on for hours about his job. It didn't matter what the job was, they would go on for hours and hours. To meet a man that wouldn't was a little odd.

"Well partly it is all chemical formulas and unless you are a microbiologist or chemist, it is meaningless, partly because some of the work I do is for Governments, and partly because it is so dull it would, let me see, what is your term, yes, I have it. It would bore the underclothes from you. Yes?"

I found myself laughing and I suspect it was more the Long Island than his humour. "So, what you are saying is that you would bore my knickers off and you do not want to get my kickers off." I should have blushed red, I cannot believe I just said what I said, it really had to be the drink.

"Now you are putting words into my mouth where they have not left from. I am not saying that I would not enjoy removing your knickers," and his eyes were fixed very firmly in mine and the, as he spoke, his eyes slowly travelled down my body, pausing for a while at my breasts, and then stopping, boring through my dress almost, at my crotch.

Thank God he was a normal man. "Indeed, that could be interesting and pleasurable, no I am afraid that telling you of my work would be of such profound disinterest to you that you would be asleep in your chair. How then could I tell a woman, deafened by sleep, of my prowess, and the hunting for bears I do in the great white that is Siberia, how the cold is so severe that if you sneeze, your snot is frozen, and it tears your handkerchief? No, Pati I wish to amaze you, not curl you up into sleep like a baby rabbit."

He did go on a bit. I noticed that his interest levels seemed to have increased, there was a definite filling out of the crease in his trousers at his crotch.

"And how do you wish to amaze me Nikolai? I have to say that killing poor bears in a forest does not excite me, and anything cold fills me with shivers."

"Ah but they stir passion in you, perhaps not a passion of love, but a passion none the less, and passions once stirred need outlets, they need to be released."

I suppose he had a point; it did raise something in me, and looking at his crotch, it definitely had raised something in him. I hadn't noticed, but our drinks had been refreshed whilst we were talking. God I was going to be pissed at this rate. I decided to leave the drink and not touch any more. "And how would you propose to release them then Nikolai?" I asked him as I sipped at my drink, forgetting that I had decided to forego it.

"Oh now Pati, there are many ways, we could dance to the music of Tchaikovsky, the singing of the violin strings in his concerto filling our hearts, we could walk arm in arm under the stars of the great cosmos, we could swim naked in the hotel pool, diving like the great beluga of the Caspian, there are so many ways to share passion Pati, so many ways."

"Well Nikolai," I said between sips of my drink, "I had a good look around the hotel earlier and I am sure that I would have noticed an orchestra tuning up."

"Aha, well you see, the great passions are always with me." He pulled an iPod from his pocket and handed an earpiece to me. I listened, yes, it was classical and it sounded a bit like Swan Lake, although I wasn't sure, I just knew it wasn't 1812.

"The mother country is never far from my heart," he said, "perhaps, you would care for a walk under the stars?"

Well, I just knew I didn't want any more drinks, I was feeling quite tipsy, and I don't really like that feeling. "Yes, some air would be good." I stood up and realised just how tipsy I was. It took all my concentration not to fall straight back down again, my legs really did not seem to want to work anymore.

He took my elbow which provided a rather useful steady for me. I saw him drop some more dirhams on the table and we left, his arm around me providing a useful support. We walked a little along the path, away from the bustle of the bars and the late eaters in the restaurant. He stopped us and pushed an earpiece into my ear, putting the other into his.

Music filled my head, orchestral sounds swooping and soaring notes, the music seeming having a motion of its own. He took my hand and put his other arm around me. "Let's dance my little kartofelya" and he whisked us along the path in time, I think to the music in our ears.

I had no idea what a kartofelya was and to be honest my head was swimming a little with the alcohol from the Long Islands and I think I just hung on for dear life. I do know that he was enjoying the moment, his cock was quite informative on that subject, as we danced closely, turning and pirouetting along the path. He twirled me and we stopped.

"This is my suite kartofelya, would you care for a small nightcap?" I don't think I said no, I am sure I didn't say yes, but before I knew it, we were inside his suite, which seemed just a bigger version of my room.

"I just need the loo," I said as my senses swirled and I headed off to the bathroom, pulling my knickers down I sat and emptied my bladder. As I wiped myself I realised I hadn't shut the door and I could see him watching me in the mirror. I stood up and pulled my knickers back up, making a bit of a show of tidying my knicker's hems, just making sure I was comfortable of course.

I washed my hands and flushed and went back out. He handed me a glass and said "pyel do dna" as he threw his own glass of drink down his throat, "come on kartofelya, drink up".

I took a sip, it was vodka, I never was keen on neat vodka, and I had already had far too much alcohol. I put the glass down and shook my head. He took my hand and twirled me round, I found myself in the classic arm around the shoulder dance pose. He pressed a button on a remote in his hand, dropped the remote as Tchaikovsky filled the room and he led. We danced a twirl here, a swirl there, it was, to me, a bit of a blur until I found his lips on mine, his body pressing against me, his arousal as obvious as before.

His lips were insistent and seemed somehow glued to mine, it seemed only right to return the kiss. His tongue probed and I gasped a little as his cock pressed at my crotch, my mouth opening and allowing his tongue to press home. The arm around my shoulders dropped to my waist and then my backside, his fingers pressing between my cheeks, and then I realised I had been picked up.

He carried me through to his bedroom and lay me on the bed. He slipped my shoes off and then at my hips, his hands pulled down my knickers and I felt that blow of cool air as my fanny was exposed to the air. He pulled me to a sitting position and undid the zip on my dress, pulling it down and exposing my bra, lifted my hips and pulled the dress fully off me. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, pulling it down my arms and dropping it off the bed onto the floor as he took his shirt off.

He slipped his shoes off and then took his watch from his wrist, dropping it onto the small chest at the foot of the bed, his trousers and underwear came off in a blur, I wasn't sure whether it was the speed he worked at, or the alcohol in my brain. One moment he had trousers on, the next I was staring at a hard cock growing up from a wiry forest of grey and black hairs.

I shuffled across the bed, and he sat and then lay next to me, his hand massaging my left breast, tweaking the nipple and rolling it between his finger and thumb before his hand trailed down my stomach and found my fanny. A finger teased my lips apart and pressed my clitoris, a small tingle shot up to my throat, small stabs shooting off to my breasts and nipples on the way.

I reached sideways and found his cock, rolling his skin up and down his shaft and then moved down and held his balls. They were well sized and the plums inside felt firm as I gently rolled them within his sac before returning to his shaft. As I pulled his skin down a finger teased my fanny and pushed in me, his remaining fingers bent and the knuckles pushing hard in my fanny slit, it felt good, and I must have let out a small appreciative gasp.

He rolled over me, my hand still holding his cock, and as he took his hand away from my fanny to steady himself, I lined up his cock and slid it along between my lips and aimed it at my hole. He pushed. I was slick and ready, and he filled me, his balls between my legs, his hairs tickling, his cock stretching me. It felt so good to have a man fucking me rather than just using me.

He moved his cock in me slowly, his abdomen rubbing against me, pushing my clitoris into me and then rubbing it back and forth. His cock felt ribbed, and I could feel his veins as his shaft moved within me, his cock rim moving like a wave inside me, a little sensation on my inner thighs as the hairs on his balls tickled.

I had my arms around him, I could feel his shoulder blades under my fingers as he flexed back and forth, his skin was tight and toned. A slightly deeper push from him and my clitoris hummed, and a real tingle shot through me, my fingers flexed as I mouthed an 'ooh', and my nails dug into him.

That seemed to spur him, and his movements became harder, pushing a little deeper, his pubis squashing my clitoris, the stimulation running through my groin and my breasts, my nipples almost on fire as they jutted hard into his chest. The tightening in my fanny gripped his cock even more, and his cock rim pushed harder inside me, it felt like I was being scraped clean, his balls were squashing against me, his arms under me, his arms upturned and hands gripping at my shoulders, using me as leverage as he fucked.

He started to pant, and through my drunken haze I realised my breath was shortening, his weight was heavy on me, but all I felt was my fanny full and the sensation as he moved within me, and the growing tingle coming from my clitoris. He pulled back, his cock almost coming out, my fanny felt empty, and I held my breath.

He slammed back into me, driving the breath from my body as his cock drove through my fanny, a stream of tingles and shocks shooting out as he rubbed hard against my clitoris, a howl from him as my nails dug into his back, the pain of the ecstasy as my orgasm burst and I clamped around him, trying to curl up, trying to go into a ball as he drive into me, wanting him to stop, wanting to breath as my orgasm waned and my clitoris began to protest, but he did not stop.

He pulled back again, almost out and this time I was relieved at the void, relieved that I was empty, that the pressure was off my clitoris, his weight off my breasts, and I breathed in. He drove into me again, hard and then pulled back, his fucking now fast and frenzied, his cock hard and my fanny wet and used, I could not squeeze or grip him, my fanny was tired, my orgasm had been and gone.

His abdomen was really hitting at me now, my clitoris began to send small shots out once more, a tingle and then a shock of exquisite pain as his cock rim scraped my insides. His nails dug deep into my shoulders as he pulled himself, trying to climb inside me as his fuck crescendo peaked and I felt the shots from his cock as his balls erupted and as he drove into me again a squirt shot out from my fanny and I felt the coolness of his come on my thigh and I cried and I groaned as a second orgasm cut through me, his body slowing and I felt the hardness of his cock diminish.

He lay slumped on me, his softening cock still in my fanny. I gulped some breaths and began to come down. My head was swimming a little still, too much alcohol, and his weight made it difficult to breath. There was an unpleasant trickle down my backside as my fanny leaked his juices and I knew that I would be laying in the cold and damp spot.

I opened my eyes, blinking at the brightness of the room lights, unsure of where I was, the bedside clock showing 02:15. I heard a soft snore to my side and turned my head. Nikolai lay on his back, his cock limp between his legs, an arm over his eyes, a gently snore escaping from his mouth. I edged to the side of the bed and slipped out, picking my clothes up and going into the sitting room.

I rolled a tissue from the box on the table and pushed it into my fanny to act as a plug until I got back to my room, pulled my knickers on and stepped into my dress. Put my bra into my handbag, slung it over my shoulders, checked that I had everything and let myself out. I started to walk back to my room, not really sure where I was on the complex, and so decided to head to the bar area and back track from there. A voice spoke quietly and really made me jump.

"Madam, I will walk with you." I looked at where the voice came from, it was the man I had presumed was a security guard that I had seen by my room.

"Oh, thank you, yes, I am not sure of my bearings."

"That is okay madam."

My head was still a little mushy, those Long Islands had really squished my brain, and in the end, I wasn't sure how many I drank, at least three I thought, but it may have been more. It had been a good evening; Nikolai had been a bit of a laugh, and I had enjoyed his idiotic dancing, the fuck had been good and honest and my crotch still felt tingly, his fuck had touched the spot I needed.

My guard led me back to my room and waited as I opened the door, and with a slight tremble in my voice I asked

"How may I thank you?"

"Madam, I..."

I knew that he wanted something but was nervous to say, his job may depend on it, but I really wasn't in the mood. I wanted to just get in and wash, I didn't want any more 'moments' that may make me sore and wear me out. I wondered if I could get away with just a little thank you.

"Let me help you a little perhaps?" I said as I rested my hand on the front of his trousers, feeling the bulge grow as his cock hardened.

"I am not allowed into your room madam" he said, a tremor in his voice.

"That is ok, perhaps we will be fine outside." I moved to stand behind him and reached my arms around him and undid his zip. Pulling the fly open, his cock sprang free, again no underwear. I held his cock and began to wank him, trying to imagine I was a man and that the cock was mine. I squeezed him hard in my hand and moved as quickly as I could, trying to make my strokes the full length of his cock.

He rested his palms against the wall, stooping slightly forward as I worked his cock. I squeezed and wanked and thought it would be strange to be a man, to have to be frenetic to work myself to orgasm, as a woman it was more about gentle touching and stroking. I realised that he was spurting, his cock felt wet in my hand as his come splashed against the outside wall of my room and then dribbled across my fisted fingers. I decided that if I did this again my free hand would rub my clitoris in time with the wank, just to see if there were an effect.

"Madam" he said.

"Thank you for looking after me" I said, stepping past him and shutting my room door. I needed to wash my hands and then have a shower.

I didn't see Nikolai at breakfast, perhaps he had lain in. I wanted to eat early and get on the sun bed and so had been at breakfast at 0700. Back at my room I stripped and sprayed and then rubbed sunscreen all over. Put my string bikini back on and then a robe, grabbed my towel and a book, locked my room and headed off to the quiet pool.

I had liked the look of the grassed area to one side, it looked secluded, and I felt it may be just what I needed. There were a few beds around the pool, but it looked so open and busy to me, towels across most beds, a few people sitting on their beds applying lotion and screen, no, too busy for me. I walked through the gap to the small grassy area. There was a sun bed on the far side, in what really was the best spot, but occupied by a youngish woman, quite big busted, and on her back, topless. That was good, so topless for me wouldn't be an issue. A pool boy appeared by my side.

"Would you like a sun bed madam?"

"Yes please."

He went away and then returned a few minutes later, a sun bed balanced on his shoulder. He went to the opposite corner to the other woman and with a flick of his arm, the sun bed was twisted and down on the grass. I said thank you and handed him a small dirham note as thanks. I lay my towel on the bed, adjusted it so that it was totally flat and sat on it. I took my bikini top off and put it in my bag.

I left my book and everything inside the bag, and pushed the bag under my sun bed, I planned to lay and sleep, I still needed to recover from the night with Nikolai. I lay back and closed my eyes. I decided that this early I still needed sunglasses, the sun seemed to bore through my eyelids. I fished in my bag and eventually, satisfied, I lay back, relaxed and shut my eyes.

I don't know how long I dozed, but I woke and looked around me. The sun had moved around the sky, so I had slept rather than just shut my eyes for a moment. To my side a small table with its own mini sunshade umbrella had appeared and a bottle of water sat in a tub of virtually melted ice. Gratefully I opened the bottle and drank the cold water. It was so refreshing that I drank the whole bottle without pause.

I turned and lay on my stomach, the string of my bikini bottoms nestled and hidden in-between the cheeks of my backside. There would be no white patches on my back. With luck I would just have a small white triangle over my fanny. Nice. I closed my eyes and daydreamt.

The water guy came back, "Madam" he said, "Your back looks hot. May I cool you down?"

"Yes" I murmured as I lay on my stomach, the sun baking me. I guessed he used a cooling lotion on his hands, but I felt cool hands touch my shoulders and then gently work across my back, pausing every few minutes to be re-cooled. He swirled his hands around my shoulder blades and going down my sides, his hands cool on the meat of my breasts as it was squashed out to my sides. His fingers ran down my buttocks, his hands cool and soothing.

"Madam is very hot here" he said as his fingers slid between the cheeks of my backside.

"Hmmm" I murmured and then I sighed as he poured a cool gel along my backside, and there was a glorious cooling as the gel seeped between my cheeks.

"Madam, the string on your bikini will get wet with the gel."

I was so relaxed I did not want to move and vaguely moved my hands to my sides to undo the bows that held the string bottoms together. My hands were held and moved away.

"Madam, allow me" and the strings were undone. I felt the bottoms being pulled and lifted my backside a little and the bottoms were gone. I shuddered as the gel seeped down my bottom and ran into my fanny. More gel was applied to my backside and this time the hands moved between my cheeks, massaging some of the cool into my hot buttocks, but also allowing more of the gel to run down and seep between the lips of my fanny. I parted my legs a little just to ease the gels passage

As he massaged my buttocks a finger would catch at my fanny lips which would set off a little mumble of appreciation from me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. It felt good but was naughty. I was so glad I had picked this sheltered spot, it meant I could get this personal cooling massage.

A finger pushed between my fanny lips, opening me and pushing into me, deep and rocking. Oh God that felt good, my fanny squeezing at the finger, feeling the knuckles as they moved within me. The cold of the gel may have been taking the heat from my fanny, but the heat inside me grew as my clitoris rubbed against the towel beneath me as he finger fucked me from behind. Jesus but this hotel had staff that knew how to look after their guests.

"Aha, there you are." Nikolai's voice burst into my daydream, my masseuse evaporating along with my peace and solitude. I turned to face the voice.

"Good morning Nikolai."

"And how are you today? I would have liked to ask you this morning, but you were gone."

"Well, I am a one for my own bed, and I am more used to sleeping alone, so when nature called I slipped away and found my own bed."

"I would have walked you back to your room. I am sure it is safe, but you never know."

"I was escorted by hotel security, so all was fine. I managed to get a few hours before breakfast, and then, well here I am, soaking up the sun. It's the only reason I'm here and I don't want to waste a moment of sun."

"Such a shame, I so enjoyed our dancing last night, I had hoped you might join me for lunch perhaps."

"Nikolai, I am sorry, but no. I may see you later after the sun has gone, but for now, I just want to lay and soak up the sun."

"Farewell for now then my English kartofelya, perhaps I shall see you for a dance this evening."

"Later Nikolai." I lay my head back down and shut my eyes, but the moment was gone and sleep would not return, and it seemed my masseuse had evaporated never to return. I put my top on and wandered to the pool. Well, everyone pees in the pool, don't they?

The pool felt like ice as I stepped into it and my nipples turned to small bullets on my chest. As I stepped down the steps I wondered if I really should have just gone back to my suite, but then I reasoned that the pool probably wasn't actually cold, it was that I was probably hot, and a cool down would probably do me good, but when my crotch hit the surface of the water I was sure I could hear my fanny snap shut and felt it weld itself over.

I took a breath and plunged forward and swam a length and then back. By the time I stopped and leant at the side I was no longer shivering, and the pool did not feel like a direct link to the arctic ocean. I breathed out and relaxed and a little squeeze and my pee released. It felt like a hot torrent in my groin and an almost orgasmic release as the pressure in my bladder died and pushed the pee out into the pool. I kicked off and swam another length and back, the warm dribble lasting halfway across the pool. I did another two lengths, sure that the movements would cleanse me as I went, after all, I could hardly wipe myself in the pool.

Back at my sunbed I took my wet top off and wrung it as dry as I could and then put it at the foot of my sunbed in the full sun. I knew it would be dry in a matter of moments. I lay on my stomach and let the sun dry me as I dozed, wondering if the water boy would come back and help me as he had done when I dozed earlier.

Instead, my dozing was peppered with kartofelya, and I struggled to really relax, I didn't feel secure, I just expected Nikolai to come back and pester me and I was in no mood for pests during sunlight hours. I put my top back on, gathered my things and headed back to my suite. I would lay on my terrace, at least there I should have some privacy and would be able to relax.

The afternoon passed quickly, I dozed, and I bathed in the sun, my dreams were devoid of Russian or Arab businessmen and I thought of England and the green of the countryside compared to the harshness of the desert sand. I showered and dressed for dinner, nice matching nude coloured underwear and a simple white sun frock. I wondered whether I would risk the bar again or just go back to my room. Truth be told Nikolai had been good fun, he had made me laugh and he was a reasonable fuck.

"Miss Pati," a voice said into my ear. I turned, there were two dark skinned men standing on my shoulder."

"Yes?" I said.

"We need to talk."

"Feel free" I said.

"No, Miss Pati, it is about why you are here, and we cannot be overheard."

"Well, fine, my suite is around the corner." I walked on, my decision as to whether to go to the bar was, at the very least, delayed. I wondered how quickly I could get rid of them. Were they delivering me something to take back, I wondered, might it save me a trip out to the desert?

I opened my room and went in, they both followed, the second shutting the door and setting the 'Do not disturb'

"Miss Pati, Mister George has a message."

'Oh bollocks' I thought, 'Oh fucking bollocks.'

"Oh, yes, and how is my friend George?"

"He says to tell you that he is fully recovered now, and that he will pay you back in full kindness when you return."

"Oh lovely. I am looking forward to that."

"Meanwhile Miss Pati, we are to deliver some service to you here."

"Oh, what would that be?"

I didn't have time to respond. He had grabbed me, a hand around my mouth. "Do not

struggle Miss Pati, it would not be wise." I was carried through to the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped on the bed. A pair of hands were up my dress and pulled my knickers down, my dress was unzipped and pulled from my body and my bra followed. I was naked and turned to lay face down on the bed, one of them astride my back, I could not wriggle free.

My hand was grabbed and a rope tied around it, the rope I think was then thrown under the bed and roughly tied to my other wrist, my ankles had a similar treatment. A cloth of some description was tied around my eyes and another stuffed into my mouth. The man on my back got off me. I could not move, if I tried to move my right hand, it pulled my left, similarly with my legs. I heard the sounds of undressing and then the bed moved. One of the guys worked his way underneath me, he wiped his cock up and down my slit and then just pushed inside me. No pausing, just straight in. Jesus was George ever going to pay. I tried to divorce myself from what was happening, tried not to feel the rib on his cock, the squash of his balls, to just let the guys get on with it. He was not as big as either of the two guys in the porn studio, but he was no pencil. I felt very full.

I felt more movement on the bed and then my ass cheeks were pulled apart. I heard some spitting sounds and a finger wiped what I presumed was spit at my asshole, a cock was pressed at it, and then pushed, relentless, no relaxing of pressure, and even when my asshole gave in and allowed the invasion, he did not relax in any way until he was fully in me. I felt so filled, I felt like the beef patie in a burger.

They took it in turns to fuck. The guy in my fanny pulled out a little, the guy in my arse pushed, and so in. I was a seesaw, and they rocked in and out of my body, fucking, just invading, making no account or interest of me. They just fucked and the guy in my arse was the first to pick up the pace, the guy in my fanny took a moment to respond, but soon they were fucking me hard, the guy underneath just flexing his hips, the guy in my arse pulling out, and slamming into me, his cock going deep into my bowel.

The guy in my arse jerked and spasmed and grunted, howling almost as he unloaded into me, fucking me until he was spent, and as he finished it was the turn of the guy underneath and he started to jerk his hips, fucking my fanny quite hard until he too was spent, and his jerks had blasted his cum into me. The lay still for what felt like five or more minutes, cocks slightly softened, but still inside me.

The cock in my fanny recovered first, I felt it begin to harden and fill out my fanny again. 'Jesus' I thought. 'that is a quick recovery.' He didn't move, and then the cock in my arse slowly but surely began to harden and stretch my ass hole once more. The technique was different this time. The guy underneath did not move, but the guy on my back whose cock was in my arse did the work. He pulled back and slammed in, getting a steady rhythm, slamming into my buttocks, his cock presumably stimulating the cock in my fanny as he rubbed through my inner wall.

He hadn't withdrawn and so my ass was relatively dry, and his fucking was beginning to sting and hurt as he slammed into me, the guy underneath just lay still, he needed to do nothing, he was being effectively wanked. I wondered if they were a double act. The guy underneath pulled at my nipples, twisting and squeezing them as I was bounced up and down on his cock.

It took a little longer this time, but eventually the cock in my arse started going much harder and much faster, and then slowed to two or three deliberate thrusts, his ejaculation squirting and adding to what was already in my bowel. He lay still and his cock once more stayed inside me as he recovered.

I didn't try to scream through the gag, or struggle, I just let them get on with what they had to do, they were just the hired help, here to do what George had arranged. I don't know how long these guys could keep going, but I knew I would be bloody sore at the end of it.

The guy in my fanny stirred next. He started flexing his cock, fucking in and out. Because he had me and arse guy on top of him, he was limited to how much he could move. It seemed that arse guys fuck had not translated into a full wank of fanny guy, and he was ready to have his turn. He seemed to be able to move a couple of inches within me by just flexing his hips. Arse guy just stayed still, a little movement caused by fanny guy, but no more.

He was hard in my arse but not moving. Fanny guy kept at me, I had determined I would ignore what they did, but this guy seemed to have such a large rim it was difficult. His cockhead scraped along the inside of me, stretching me as he moved, I could feel every little move, every bump in my fanny wall, every little ridge within me felt enlarged. I tried to imagine how I could wreak my revenge, I needed to talk to Andy, he would know a way. I realised that fanny guy was speeding up and his hip flexing was getting a little more 'flexible' and I felt his shots as he ejaculated once more. A little calm settled on my body, and I tried to imagine how I really would get my revenge.

I had George AKA Reg in a hotel, booked under a false name and paid for with cash. We had a great meal, where I wined him and dined him and got some roofies inside him to get him unconscious in my room. Once there, I would then get him hard, mount him so that he was inside me and fuck him till he came and filled me with his come, nothing like a nice bit of evidence.

Then, a small slit in his testicle sac and I would pull out his balls and cut them out, sealing the sperm tubes with super glue. I would put a couple of large gob stoppers back in their place and then super glue up the wound and repair his ball sac. I would drop his balls into a small jar of pickle juice in my luggage, to save for later. I knew that superglue was invented as a field dressing for the army, so would be okay and should help fix him up.

I would then get him hard again, mount him so that he was inside me and fuck him raw and then pretend to go to sleep so I was on him, being fucked by him when he came to. Nothing should be suspicious. The alcohol should deaden any pain, along with the pain killers I had fed him. Of course, he would get hard, and at this point I realised that arse guy was now taking his turn to fuck me. Fanny guy was hard and stretching, but still and not fucking.

Back to Reg. He would get hard and he would fuck me, but he would be able to deliver nothing but a little bit of seminal fluid. We would stay in the hotel for at least a day, and he could fuck me all he liked. I would just reapply the superglue as he slept. He should not notice anything, but I reckoned over the next few days after he went home his gobstoppers would dissolve.

Now what a great day that would be, he would wake up one day and find he had no balls, they had just disappeared, what the hell would he make of that. My plan was to vacuum pack his balls and send them back to him about a month later when they were totally ruined, just as a memento, he could keep his pickled balls.

Arse guy was just finishing, pumping more of his cum into me. To be honest, I was just bored now and wondered how much longer this would go on. Reg obviously knew a lot of porno guys, and I knew some of them could keep going for hours, and it already felt like hours. Fanny guy was going now. I tried to get back to my fantasy, I put myself a few days after Reg's gob stoppers had dissolved.

"Hi Reg, missing you, would love another hotel session, can't wait to get your nice juicy cock into my fanny, your balls slapping at my arse as you fuck me." I would just so want to be laughing but dare not. He must never ever know who did it, he may actually not realise that something was done until his pickled balls arrived in the post. In fact, I did think that the superglue may dissolve in the shower or the bath and his gobstopper balls fall out and dissolve before his eyes, now that would be a sight.

I realised that arse guy was pulling out. God my arse just stayed open; I felt like a wind was blowing into me. Fanny guy pulled out too and slid from under me, a gush of his come spurted from my fanny as he pulled out and I fell onto the pool of gloop as he went. They untied me and left. I was afraid to get up in case my arse leaked any 'unpleasantness' onto the bed. I listened just for a moment or two to make sure that they had gone before I pulled the gag from my mouth and the blindfold from my eyes.

It was just white material, it didn't look like my clothes, so I rolled the material into a sausage and tucked it between the cheeks of my bottom. Only then did I dare roll over and get off the bed, one hand holding the roll firmly in place. I went quickly into the bathroom and sat hovering over the loo and removed the roll. There was a small 'puddle' on the roll and as I sat there was a steady 'plop' 'plop' as my bottom let the deposits left behind by arse guy drip out.

I was pretty sure my fanny was dripping too. I decided that I might as well clean myself properly and went quickly to the shower, my hand underneath me to catch any drips. I turned the shower on, spun the head off and put the hose up against my bottom. There was no great pressure, but my backside was still gaping and the shower water went in and flushed me out.

I didn't look at the water running away for the first few moments, and when I did I was relieved to see no small bits of unpleasantness floating around. I smeared a little of the lovely Molton Brown shower gel on the end of the hose and then pushed it carefully into my fanny and just held it in place as it flushed me clean. I turned the shower off and stepped out whilst all the water drained away, reattached the shower head and then had a proper shower, washing myself thoroughly, making sure that there was no trace of them on my body. I went back to the bed and poured a glass of water on the quilt, allowing just a little to spread onto the main sheet. I picked up the phone.

"Hello housekeeping."

"Hello, I am so sorry, I have just spilled a glass of water on my bed, the quilt and sheet are all wet, is there any chance someone can come and sort it for me?"

I put some knickers on, a tea shirt and a robe and went and sat in the sitting room on the settee. They weren't long. Two young guys, they looked perhaps Bangladeshi, came, stripped my bed, and remade it. I gave them a few dirham and a cheery thank you. So, I was clean in and out and so was my bed. I got my phone out of the safe and sent Reg a text. 'Thanks 4 pressy -- 2 gr8 guys. Xxx' Bastard was so going to get his.

I had to go to the loo twice in the night, but thankfully I had all closed up and everything now seemed to be functioning normally, and very thankfully, there was no sign of blood on the tissue so I obviously hadn't torn or been cut. I woke at around 0600 again and decided to get up. I was a little tender around my backside, my fanny felt ok, just a little used, but the guy hadn't been slamming into me, so I really wasn't feeling abused. It was just a fuck.