An adult stories – Hotwife Hooker Ch. 05 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger Ahmet, my ex-virgin lover, was a delightful and gentlemanly young man who was grateful to be invited into my bed along with Chloe, my sister.
Tiffany visited our boudoir every few hours, delivering refreshments and tidying up. She’d surreptitiously passed our lover a pill to help his stamina, so that he could fuck both sisters through the night.
Ahmet was insatiable, alternating between me and my sister like a child hopping from one toy to another on Christmas morning.
He never asked to fuck us together.
In the morning sun, he still languished in my bed when I had finished showering, with Chloe a few minutes behind me. While I towelled myself dry, he stirred lazily, then woke fully.
After a few minutes, I noticed how intently my young lover studied me and caught sight of his morning wood, reminding me of my honeymoon and the first days of marriage when Steve had a permanent erection.
Ahmet had caught feelings for me, and I’d caused that, but only to enhance his first sexual encounter. I justified myself, believing that in some small way, my ploy might teach him how to please, give, and become a great lover.
I felt certain those emotions that felt like love to him, for me, would be quenched when a woman of similar age to his own fluttered her lashes, attracting his full attention.
“I thought we’d finish with a grand finale before you leave, Ahmet.”
“I’d love a last farewell, Emma. What do you have in mind?”
“Both sisters together.”
“Will Chloe join us?”
“Ask her yourself, honey.”
My sister overheard our chatter, grinning expansively, dropping her towel to the floor, before racing back to my bed and into Ahmet’s arms.
“I’m clean and freshly shaven, lover boy. May I have some face-time, please?”
My sister straddled his midriff, rocking playfully, while he gently kneaded her breasts, tweaking both nipples. He cupped her butt cheeks, prising them apart, before hoisting Chloe gently past his chest while she shuffled her knees forward until a swollen, well fucked, but spotless pussy was poised above Ahmet’s lips.
“I love licking both your pussies so much.”
“You’ve had your lips wrapped around mine three times already.”
“Once more for luck?.”
“Make it special for both of us, Ahmet.”
I sat on the edge of the bed draped in my towel, enjoying watching two beautiful people fuck each other. I left Ahmet’s cock alone, deciding to attack when he’d nearly finished with my sister’s pussy.
“I’ll join you and drain that cock in a short while.”
Chloe rocked gently back and forth, feeding Ahmet pussy while he slurped his way towards her orgasm. His cock was solid, very cute and beautifully cut and I reminded myself he was a day past eighteen, having had his first sexual experience only twelve hours earlier.
He would go on like this for the entire year.
“Stop wanking yourself Ahmet.”
I crawled up the bed, tapping his hand to move it aside after he’d gripped himself, indulging in some light onanism. I lay between his legs while he licked and sucked my sister’s pussy.
I gripped Ahmet’s cock with both hands, squeezing hard against the stiffness of his dick. When I suckled his glans gently, bathing it in saliva from my tongue, I felt his sexual tension relieved through powerful thigh muscles clenching against my shoulders.
My head bobbed up and down the top two inches of his cock, before I licked a neat layer of circumcision skin rimming the circumference of his glans. On the underside of his meaty feast, I licked softly, then stiffened my tongue, flicking the banjo string until he moaned delightfully.
I pointed Ahmet’s cock towards Chloe, flattened my tongue, before licking the bulging urethra running the full length of his shaft to his balls, nibbling loose skin before sucking one testicle inside my mouth, sloshing it gently.
His ass rose high, and he shuddered with delight as he tensed powerful muscles to the tune of two sisters fucking him. I released his ball sack, rasping it tantalisingly between my teeth, before sucking the other inside my mouth, bathing, then releasing it after I’d warmed the pebble inside.
I pushed his legs together, crawled up his body with a knee on either side, squatting above Ahmet’s cock. His hands felt blindly around for me, stroking my thighs, like a romantic welcome while he licked my sister’s pussy.
I hovered my pussy millimetres over the top of his cock so he’d feel the heat from my hole. When I slid down his stiff shaft, my sister gasped, a sign Ahmet approved of my cunt wrapping around and squeezing his cock and was licking her with greater fervour.
Chloe turned her head, shot me an approving look, then faced forward, stroking our lover’s hair with her fingers while getting herself off on his tongue.
When his cock bottomed out inside me, I rocked gently, angling my pussy to grind my clitoris into his pubic bone, determined we’d all climax together. It was a lasting memory befitting my virgin boyfriend’s deflowering at the hands of two sisters.
I used Chloe’s shoulders to push myself up, then control my descent onto his veiny shaft, sliding my pussy up and down his increasingly creamy cock in delight.
I felt my reproductive organs warming gently as oxytocin, dopamine and other chemicals flushed away my inhibitions.
My sister buried both hands in her long hair, tousling and rifling through it, burying her head in both forearms, passionately embracing herself. It was a sign she would soon explode into an orgasm, so I worked my pussy hard, fucking Ahmet’s shaft vigorously, while rubbing my clit into him. Telltale jerking of his solid cock inside my pussy yielded to a warm sensation when his semen flooded me.
We looked like a writhing beast of many limbs, flailing around the bed, Ahmet was swamped by two fervent sisters fucking him to Elysium. I imagined he’d have incredible stories to tell his brothers later on.
I removed his cum soaked cock from my pussy, used the wipes Tiffany left to clean myself and him, then sat on the end of the bed contemplating another shower. Chloe had crawled into Ahmet’s arms and was French kissing him like a girlfriend when I slipped away.
When I returned, Tiffany was wiping everything, handing out fresh towels, cleaning up, while gently ushering our first Dubai tour customer out, in the nicest possible way. Chloe and I kissed Ahmet at the front door and, when he got into the Bentley Continental GT, I felt he left more of a man than when he’d arrived.
“We did that, Chloe.”
“He’s lovely.”
Back inside our villa, I watched Steve taking a meeting with all the girls while Tiffany handed each their itinerary.
“In the pouch provided you have local cell phones, some cash, a credit card, a list of emergency phone numbers and rape alarms.”
“Rape alarms?”
“It’s just in case. I don’t want you to be afraid, but pay attention when Tiffany shows you how to use the alarm after this meeting.”
I was amazed at how efficient our team management was. The women, all married and living near Steve and I, were totally engaged in customer satisfaction. I sidled up beside Tiffany while she shuffled papers on the dining table after the girls left.
“Do I have any more bookings?”
She locked eyes with me, sniggering while trying to shape my damp hair.
“You’re fully booked starting tonight, babe. Everyone wants to fuck you, so I suggest a few hours shut eye.”
“Fully booked?”
“Oh yeah. Day and night. You’ll need lots of care and attention between delivering your services.”
“Oh, and you’ll provide that, I suppose.”
“Oh yes, please. Everyone wants yummy mummy.”
Tiffany grinned cheekily. Our relationships had developed since the hotel in London. We freely engaged with each other, sharing our affections while diminishing our individual taboo lists.
I lounged beside the pool listening to my favourite beats for an hour, watching the villa’s comings and goings with curiosity. I removed my ear buds, smiling while listening to girls entertaining their swains in rooms that were poolside.
Some of our hooker wives were shockingly enthusiastic.
My limo arrived after I showered and wriggled into a slick little black dress, wearing my wedding lingerie underneath. Steve insisted on authenticity when the client made special requests in their booking forms and had brought the Agent Provocateur set in his suitcase.
He helped me dress, carefully pulling up my panties, hooking the bra, then zipping up my dress, planting soft kisses on my thighs, buttocks and back.
“He wants a hotwife and they don’t get any hotter than you, Em. The client enjoys fucking other men’s wives. I’ve written a permission slip, as per his request.”
I unfolded a note he passed me, which, in summary, gave my client permission from my husband to defile me as they wished as long as I consented.
“Nice touch, honey. You’re trading me in for a few hours. What are you doing this evening?”
I noticed he winced slightly at my choice of words. I chose not to probe unless he wanted to discuss further, leaving a door open because Steve’s feelings were of paramount importance to me.
“I’ll watch a movie and wait for you to come home.”
“What if I don’t feel like making love later?”
“I just want to cuddle you, babe. I want some private time, if that’s okay.”
I sensed trepidation and noted Steve’s voice faltering, so I clambered carefully into his lap, gazing into my husband’s eyes, communicating my love for him.
“What’s wrong, Steve?”
“Nothing, Em.”
“C’mon, we agreed full disclosure. Out with it.”
He seemed reluctant, and I caught the conflict writ large in his expression.
“I felt jealous when you waved goodbye to Ahmet because it seemed like a genuine crush.”
I was surprised but didn’t show it. Steve’s emotional wellbeing was important and our relationship balanced on a knife edge between marital bliss and potential divorce. I figured there would be times like this and had planned what to do.
I lay my head on my husband’s chest with my arms wrapped around his neck.
“You say the word, babe, and I’ll stop immediately.”
“Don’t you enjoy sleeping with the other guys?”
“Not as much as I love being married to you.”
I snuggled into his neck, tracing a row of kisses across his face, before holding my lips millimetres from his, melting his heart with my eyes.
“I’d give up all our money to keep you.”
“Thank you, Emma.”
“Ahmet was a fun performance. I’ll admit, taking his cherry was nice, but it was still just a paid gig. Imagine the stories that will go around Dubai about our little show after Chloe and I took him to bed for the entire night.”
“I get it, babe. Don’t worry about me, it’s just teething trouble in regards you being a hotwife.”
“I like Ahmet, Steve, but I love you.”
I kissed my husband as though we stood in front of the altar and felt a pleasant stirring underneath me. I detached my lips, locked his eyes with mine and smiled.
“I love you Steve.”
“I love you too, Em.”
My husband walked me to a white stretched Limo outside, hand in hand. I knew he was aroused from helping me prepare to fuck another man, when he lingered a sizzling goodbye kiss on my lips. Steve helped me into the super spacious rear cabin, handing me over to a beautiful, mysterious woman inside.
“She’s your property now, take care of my wife.”
He nodded to the woman who issued the driver with instructions in Arabic. When the door closed, the woman smiled at me, immediately becoming businesslike.
She handed me forms to sign, explaining they were consent and non disclosure documents from a lawyer. I read them, found everything to be in order, signed and passed them back.
“May I have your husband’s permission slip, please?”
“Yes, of course.”
I handed over the signed slip of paper Steve gave me, feeling another leaf on my taboo tree float away in the breeze.
“I’ll be clearing you through security, managing your stay at the client’s home, then making sure you get back here safely tonight. I’m Aisha by the way and you’ll be in the Sheikh’s harem tonight.”
“A Sheikh?”
“Yes, you must call him Your Excellency.”
My heart thumped like a racehorse on steroids. Nerves jangled at the unexpected news, but I kept a lid on my surprise in favour of a good tip from a wealthy Sheikh. Aisha presented me with a plush blue velvet jewellery box the size and shape of a standard chessboard.
When she flipped the box open, its treasure made my face flush, and I held my breath.
“Wow! Ruby’s and diamonds? Are they real?”
She stared at me as though I were simple and she may have booked the wrong woman, shunting the box gently to me, urging that I should take the gift.
I removed the heavy necklace, admiring it against the limo console lights.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Let me help you with it.”
With the necklace in place, Aisha retrieved a vanity mirror from the seat back flap in front, holding it up for me to admire the jewels.
“It suits you. The Sheikh’s first wife selected it for you, believing it suits you.”
“His first wife?”
“Yes, she picked you for him. She arranges all the Sheikh’s, umm… entertainment.”
“Oh.”
“She’ll be supervising your fucking tonight.”
“Oh, right then.”
I stroked my necklace lovingly, fearful it might dissolve along with the rest of my dream. The thought of fucking a Sheikh on the instructions of his wife felt exquisite while depraved. A slight moisture control issue built between my legs, but it was nothing that Nyxie by Agent Provocateur, couldn’t handle for now.
We arrived at a palatial home, adorned by marble pillars with a granite block paved driveway at least five hundred metres along from a guardhouse. I was ushered through security scanners, into a main foyer, busy with staff running here and there carrying food, laundry or themselves hurriedly to their next task.
I felt as though I were inside a dream castle, levitating above a pure white marbled floor, then upstairs, along a corridor and into a massive bedroom. I imagined the Sheikh could fuck at least six women at a time on the extended bed in there.
“Nice bedroom.”
“It’s for fucking the whores.”
Ouch!
The woman left me alone. I thought perhaps she used the vulgar description because it was partly true and she didn’t approve of me.
“She doesn’t approve.”
The voice came from a beautiful woman in her early forties sat on the bed, patting the duvet beside her. She had a kind face, and I felt drawn to her, so I strolled over returning an inquisitive stare.
“Of me?”
“Of us all. This fun we indulge in is not something she’d entertain.”
“They always say that.”
“Come and join me, my dear.”
“I’m-”
“I know who you are, Emma, because I selected you from a delicious catalogue your husband emailed me. You’re probably confused, right?”
“Umm, a little, yeah.”
“Do you like my necklace?”
“Who wouldn’t? Thank you for loaning it to me.”
“You’re welcome. Let me explain what will happen this evening.”
She detailed her entire planned performance, and I felt spellbound at the fantasy she’d designed for her husband.
“Are you clear about the details, Emma?”
“Yes, absolutely no problem with any of it.”
“May I inspect your pussy now, please? It must be absolutely freshly shaven for a delicate tongue.”
“Umm, yeah. Will you help me undress, please?”
I stood up and turned for the number one wife to unzip my dress. She did that carefully, and I felt electric shocks traverse my spine, rippling pleasantly, before forcing my back to arch.
The door opened and two women entered, both dressed to work in a spa. They stood to attention either side of the door, awaiting their Mistress indulgence.
“My handmaidens.”
When my dress hit the floor, a handmaiden rushed over to collect it.
“She’ll have that dry cleaned before you leave.”
She unhooked my bra simply, handed it over to the handmaiden, then slipped her palms inside my knickers, cupping, then stroking both ass cheeks gently before digging her nails in to scrape my skin.
“What should I call you, ma’am?”
“Fatima. It means one who abstains.”
“Ah.”
“Not always, just sometimes, which is why I infrequently call upon the services of a special lady. And you are.”
“I am what?”
“A beautiful, exquisite and special lady.”
I felt the burden in my gusset grow heavier and a rivulet of shame dribbled down my thigh when Fatima kissed my neck like a slight wind brushing my cheek on a warm afternoon. I turned my face suggestively and her lips brushed against mine, while a thin, warm tongue darted between them.
She peeled my knickers down in a single movement, crouching low when they reached my ankles to slip each hole past my heels. I could swear I felt a tongue stroke my ass cheeks on the way back up, but I dare not speak.
I lifted my hair up high to allow the removal of my necklace.
“No, keep it on, please. He likes my wedding jewellery worn by the ladies I select while fucking them.”
“He asked that I wear my wedding day lingerie too.”
“I asked, not him.”
A door opened, and a male entourage strode into the room unconcerned about our state of undress or naked clinches. The Sheikh was obviously the tallest, most handsome among them. Who wouldn’t make sure of that if they were a billionaire?
I averted my eyes shyly, a performance insisted upon by Fatima’s command.
He kissed his wife on both cheeks several times before touching foreheads, then holding her tight. His smile, expression and demeanour spoke of the enormous love he had for her.
The Sheikh waved everyone out of the room and in less than a minute, there were only three of us and the two handmaidens.
“Have you arranged for the others, dearest wife?”
“Yes, they’ll arrive in a few minutes.”
The Sheikh approached me, inspecting his purchase as if I were a broodmare at auction, which I kinda was. He circled me as an eagle would its prey, admiring his wife’s selection.
I felt deliciously slutty, while pangs of shame, pride and delight fought to control me. My contradictions were locked in a battle, armed with overwhelming emotions and my body chemistry.
“Have you checked her properly.”
“She’s exquisitely manicured. Emma is an exceptional lady.”
“As are you, my dear.”
I felt lifted and my self-esteem boosted a few notches. It was nice to meet my customers expectation. The room door opened again, but I was transfixed by him and the piercing hazel eyes that bore into me. His smile was kind, and he seemed pleased.
He’s looking forward to fucking me.
“We shall enjoy you, Emma.”
“Thank you, your excellency.”
I murmured because Fatima had required my submission to her husband. The sheikh liked his women demure, obedient and with tight pussies.
I had the latter by fact of nature and could pull off the other two easily. Three giggling women strolled across the floor to us, attending to the Sheikh, undressing him while he remained rooted to the spot, staring at me.
My prospective lover was gorgeous, his well-toned muscles striated and rippled under the influence of adrenaline and other powerful hormones.
His cock is fucking enormous.
“Undress yourselves now, ladies.”
The three women stacked their clothes neatly on the bed, obeying Fatima without question. They skipped to a wardrobe against the wall, rummaged around, then carried back a sex swing.
Two of the women dropped onto their hands and knees while the other stood on their backs, attaching the lovers harness to a large steel hook embedded in the ceiling.
“These three are his excellency’s other wives.”
“Oh, I see.”
She fucking left that out of her briefing.
I felt intimidated being in a room with a guy and all four of his wives. In another place, there might have been knives flying already, but here, their fantasy played out in an incredibly civilised way.
All three beautiful women held the dangling mesh, leather and elastic throne steady while the Sheikh and I spectated, both standing unabashedly naked. Fatima leapt into the swing, moving like a spider crossing its web to eviscerate a fly.
When comfortably installed, the Sheikh’s first wife looked majestic, resembling an expert performer at the Cirque de Soleil. The junior wives shuffled around underneath Fatima on their hands and knees, creating a sturdy fuck platform for me.
“May I help you mount them, Emma?”
“Yes, please, your excellency.”
The Sheikh helped me lie down with my back across his wives, using them as the platform upon which he would fuck me. I wriggled around, making sure my cunt extended slightly beyond and between two of their heads with mine resting on the third wife’s back, directly underneath Fatima’s soaking wet, creamy pussy.
Fucking abstain my ass, you just like girls more.
The Sheikh gripped my knees, ensuring my pussy hole was at cock height. I felt his glans dip gently between my pussy lips, which celebrated his cock with a gentle flutter throughout my reproductive organs.
He nodded to Fatima while the other wives giggled and wriggled. She barked at them in Arabic, eliciting silence immediately. When she activated the remote control winch, plunging her swollen pussy towards my lips, I felt my taboo bow twang like crazy.
I gasped when the Sheikh broke my pussy seal. He leaned in, pushed beyond my tight, wet entrance a couple of inches, then waited until my pussy stretched wide.
He felt incredible, easily the biggest cock I’d taken since before marriage. I squeezed uncontrollably against his rigid shaft, enjoying the pressure it created against my pussy tunnel walls.
When he slid his immense cock all the way inside my love tunnel, it bottomed out, rubbing against my cervix, I gripped the hair and ass cheeks of my wife pillow with both hands, dipping my head hard against the small of her back while shuddering in ecstasy.
The wife acting as my pillow gasped when my fingers crawled down her ass crack, finding her drenched slit, but she didn’t reveal my fingers strumming her clitoris. When Fatima descended a few more inches, I grabbed her thighs, drawing her down.
Her pussy dribbled copious juice on my face for a few seconds until I positioned my lips immediately beneath hers. Her labia were almost within reach, and the tip of my tongue tickled the tips of her drooling petals.
The Sheikh fucked me with long, steady strokes, bottoming out gently each time when his pubic bush scrubbed my alabaster smooth pussy. I gasped, whimpered, shuddered while he jerked and groaned loudly, thrusting harder until I felt the platform of wives underneath me tense their muscles to stabilise our fuck platform.
Fatima activated the winch, lowering herself the final few inches, draping my face with an enormous, engorged set of tangy labia. I sucked lovingly, tugging gently on her swollen petals, to her delight, until both were fully inside my mouth marinating in a bath of warm saliva.
She reached her arms across my body to her husband, who gripped them, using her weight as a counterbalance to help thrust his enormous cock inside my cunt harder and deeper.
Fatima released one hand, used the remote control to tilt herself forwards while pulling her ass back, then grabbed the Sheikh’s again. Her clitoris was perfectly presented, and I sucked it inside my mouth, dragging her slick pearl from side to side with my tongue.
I felt my cream spill around the seal between my pussy and the Sheikh’s cock, dribbling down my ass cheeks onto the wives below. I steadied the necklace while maintaining excellent compression on the massive cock servicing my tight hole while I licked and sucked my swinging mistress into oblivion.
I felt a flood of hot, potent seed when the Sheikh buried his cock deep inside me, holding his position while straining high onto his tiptoes. Fatima hauled him towards her, forcing all of his cock inside me while squirting her delicious unicorn pee down my throat.
She’d described herself as a prolific squirter, and I gulped, swallowed, then licked while relaxing my pussy to receive his cum, before tensing to squeeze every drop out.
His semen felt primal inside me, as if its single-minded mission was to hunt down the egg lurking safely inside my ovaries. My womb warmed delightfully as his ocean of seed flooded in, signalling its loving intent.
Fatima took me by surprise, clawing her feet around the other wives while lowering her fuck swing until she stepped out.
The sheikh smiled, happily jerking and twitching his cock, emptying the last few drops of his seed inside my pussy. When he stepped back, Fatima dove into my sticky pussy that oozed with her husband’s cum.
Her puckered lips slid inside my gaping hole faster than a Cheetah at full speed. She sucked almost as if her mouth were a vacuum cleaner, expertly extracting her husband’s cum from around the outside and inside my hole. I felt I was being cleaned at a service station by an expert valet.
She swallowed my juice and his semen, grinning, while devouring my creamy cunt. As instructed, I squeezed out his cum, tensing the muscles in my midriff, then releasing to allow a constant flow into her mouth. She wrapped my thighs in powerful arms with her face buried in my crotch, licking gently while her husband stood behind, stroking her hair lovingly, staring at me.
When Fatima was satisfied I was clean and empty of all but traces of her husband’s seed, she turned and sucked his flaccid cock, licking our cream, swallowing, and savouring while whimpering in delight.
She stood up, and they hugged, as you’d expect from a couple in love, glowing after incredible sex. They strode to the bed while I rolled off my platform.
I slid my fingers down my furrow, checking, but there was no need to clean what she already had.
The fuck platform giggled, helping me into a dressing gown for my comfort as we joined the Sheikh and his first on their bed, lazing around its edge.
Fatima held out her hand to me, and at first I couldn’t understand why. Then I realized.
“Oh, sorry, of course.”
I pushed my hair up while one of the junior wives removed the wedding necklace. Fatima reached under her pillow, withdrawing another plush velvet gift box. When she opened it, a beautiful gold necklace with a single solitaire set at its apex glinted at me.
Hello!
“It’s five carats and my gift to you for taking such good care of my husband, me and my son.”
My head snapped up, and I froze in terror.
“Ahmet?”
“Yes, my youngest and the last virgin child.”
“Oof!”
“We have two hours of your time remaining. The ladies can take you to Ahmet now. Will that be okay?”
“Yes, please.”
“Perhaps it will shut him up, but I doubt it. Maybe you could consider a regular shopping trip here?”
As I skipped down a marble corridor, keeping pace with one of the three junior wives, I felt happy, with no feelings for Ahmet, because I was totally in love with my husband and couldn’t wait to get back to see him.
But… why not spread some love while I can, right?