Turkish Delectation


Fantasy
I had rented a scooter from a shop in Bodrum, Turkey. I had ridden one in my twenties, but that was

quite a few years back now. Sarah my married woman had enjoyed it at the clock time, but she was really flighty this

day and to be fair so was I. It was really hairsbreadth raising on the busy roads, with buses, cars, lorry and

hundreds of really weirdo motor scooter riders weaving all around us.

I had set off that cockcrow with a a plan to go down to a townsfolk called Turgutreis, so we could inspect the

big market there, but I starting to regret it. It was completely crazy on the roads and serious for somebody as out of practice as me.

I was doing reasonably OK at first on the straight route outside the town, but then we were in a small



interfering home. I was looking around and only saw the big, dog in the road at the last second. The next

moment, we were on the road, .with the iceboat sliding on its face. I was up immediately, but to my

shock, saw that Sarah was laid in the route. She was holding her leg just below her knee. I ran to her

and several local men also stepped off the roadside to turn back traffic and assist. Sarah wasn't screaming

or making a dramatic event, she just looked a bit shaken up and ball over. I lifted her hand, and saw there was

just a svelte graze, but I also saw that the helmet she had fortunately, insisted on wearing, was scraped.

A man wearing Myxocephalus aenaeus, oily, boilersuit had run from a construction finish by, that looked like a motor scooter

mend place, he was pointing at the presence of a building a fiddling boost down the road and saying

"Doctor ”. He and another man helped to lift and take Sarah to the doorway of the building and I followed

The man in the overalls opened the threshold and I heard a Vanessa Stephen ring, it was like they used to feature in shops, a long time ago. The men helped Sarah inside and I stepped in behind them.

An old man was sitting on a wooden chairperson. He looked quite startled, like he had been interrupted in a

daydream, but then stood up quickly. The guy in the boilers suit spoke quickly in Turkish and the old

looked at Sarah, then at me. He also had only basic English speech, so I will write how it sounded

me. He said"I exameen"pointing at Sarah."Thirty Euro ”. I shook my head and said"No Euro.

.Turkish Lira ”. He nodded"and held up his index number digit and middle finger's breadth, bent,"One fifty Lira"

I nodded. The bartering was obviously satisfactory and I moved to take Sarah's properly arm, while the guy

in the boilers suit got on her left field. The old man, who I presumed was a doctor, led the way down a

passage. And opened the doorway at the end. We helped Sarah inside.

The room was almost antique, like a set for a catamenia dramatic event. Shelves lined the walls, with bottle and

boxes of pad on them and in the heart was a very old, wooden, examen

sofa. The place stank of antimicrobic, kind of strong, carbolic, almost overpowering.. The old doctor took over from me and he and the former alien, helped Sarah get onto the couch and laid her on her

back. It was the first prison term I could involve a look at the old man properly. He looked as old as his surgery

He was a flimsy man with livid, Second Earl Grey, hairsbreadth slicked slicked down with oil. He had a full mustache

, looking too, black, as though dyed. His pant were years out of fashion. Baggy and on the loose, with

stripes and with child number ups. He was wearing an off lily-white shirt, that once might have been utter white-hot

and a big, Brown University, kipper, tie.

I quickly got the impression that this was definitely a human being world. The physician spoke with me, not Sarah

Sarah still had the clangoring helmet on. The physician un fastened the strap. He looked at me, pointing at the price to the helmet and said"Mmmm .Maybe her concuss ! ! !"Sarah seemed a little shaken up, but it didn't seem like she was suffering a foreland injury to me. I just wanted the doctor to look at her leg, maybe put a medical dressing on and let us get on our way. The old man took the helmet off and handed it to me. He moved Sarah's hairsbreadth around, looking at her scalp.. After a honest inspection and feel with his longsighted, bony, fingers, he moved down to search at her peg. Sarah wearing suddenly, short and the old doctor was almost staring at her slim, tanned legs. He examined the grazing, then got a swab. He poured something from a bottle and wiped the area. Sarah winced as it stung her. I looked at the scrape and it didn't look anything to worry about, .. which was a reliever. The doctor poured, tincture of iodine on a fertilisation and then applied a dressing and stuck it on with tape. I thought that would be it and so did Sarah. She began to sit up. The doctor put a hand on her amphetamine chest and made her lie back again. He made a gesture with his men to get her to unfasten her top. Sarah has always been the type to do what the doctor says and did as he asked.. The old man examined her tummy, prodding and pushing with his fingers.. He turned to me and said"Posseeeble hurt inner. I check ! ! !"There was a definite atmosphere in the room as he examined her. I could see his hand was shaking. Then he quickly slid his helping hand down the front of Sarah's shorts. Sarah stiffened and started to sit up. Instead of talking to Sarah, He turned towards me and said"I exameen lymph secreter ! ! !"Even I knew that the scrape on her leg would not cause become taint and got into her secreter in a few minutes, but I nodded to Sarah and smiled, shrugging and trying to look reassuring. At first off I thought he was spooky, but suddenly just the way he was acting and how much time he was spending, I suddenly realized touching Sarah was arousing the randy, old, pervert. I got a surge of butterfly stroke in my stomach ,. .He was excited and I realized that was also getting me excited. I looked around and saw that the man who had helped get Sarah into the surgical procedure, was behind me looking on. When he saw me looking he started for the door. I walked over and shake off his hand., thanking him for his avail. The man gave a kind of vicious grin, which confused me. He spoke rapidly and it sounded like he was asking the old doctor something. The doctor responded and nodded his capitulum as if to confirm an organisation. The doctor came across and said to me"Seet down"pointing to a ordure. The doctor said"I give antebioteec.Stop infection. He walked to the shelf, peering closely at bottles. He chose a bottle, opened it and throw off for capsules into his script. He poured some water from a bottle and handed the pills to Sarah. She took them and swallowed them with sips of weewee."I be few minute."He left with the other man and was kind of muttering to him as he closed the door. After it closed I said to Sarah"“ Hell this is weird, isn't it ? I am really sorry for crashing the bike love."After about five or ten min, Sarah seemed very loosen up, a bit too loosen considering affair. I said"Never thinker darling. You relax. . Have a little ease for a minute."Before long she was breathing slowly and deeply. I looked down at my married woman and thought how pretty she was with her hazel, Brown University, hair and smooth, pale, skin. At XXX six, she was in skillful embodiment and she looked sexy in her short short pants and she looked so vulnerable and innocent with her short sleeved shirt unfastened, and lacy, white bra on appearance. Her pert nipples were showing through the tenuous material.

The doctor was away for about xv minutes and I just spent the metre looking at stuff around the

operating theater. The raw light wasn't too great .There was only one window at the buns with just a gap surgery. The natural brightness level wasn't too great .There was only one window at the rear with just a gap in

the wooden shutters, but there was a big examination light over the lounge which made the way

quite brightly lit..

The old medico approached the couch. He reached and gave Sarah a shake. She moaned and he shook her again and spoke to her in Turkish. She partly opened her center and said something unintelligible. The doctor turned to me and said"Maybe she concuss. She need relax. I give injeection. She sleep maybe two hour."I knew Sarah wasn't concussed. He must have got given her some kind of tranquilizing drug, not the antibiotics, .he had suggested that Sarah needed. The old bugger must have though I was stunned and promiscuous to fool. I knew he must get something planned., and I he wanted to ease up Sarah more tranquilizing drugs, I could guess what what it was. Without waiting for a reply, the old guy found a syringe, opened a box of glass phial with liquid in and drew up the fluid into the syringe. I am not proud of it, but for a farseeing sentence I had been having underground phantasy about. other men with Sarah, often masturbating with a right, satisfying cum at the end.. The doctors hands were shaking again as he squirted a jet of fluid out of the tip of the hypodermic needle. I could sense his hullabaloo and arousal. I don't think he realized how excited I was feeling as well. He unfastened the waistline button on Sarah's soaked shorts and pulled the zip down. He got me help revolve her onto her side. She didn't react or speak as pulled her scanty down to expose the top of her odd cheek. He wiped a modest swab on her shine peel and jabbed the acerate leaf in .Again Sarah didn't wince or make any sound. He injected whatever the drug was into her bum and withdrew the needle, then wiped her with the mop again. He disposed of the syringe in a box, then turned to me. His eyes were shifty and I could see string of beads of effort on his forehead, , He said"She sleep now. He held first two the three finger's breadth up,"She sleep two, maybe three minute. You go, eat food, take tea."He pointed to his sentinel, it showed just after twelve."Pointing at the numeral he said"wife sopor. You come here three. She wake and OK, you take to hotel. Not OK she go hospeetal.".He guided me out into the passageway and opened the outside threshold in the front room. The bell clanged as the top of the door hit it. Then clanged again as he closed it behind. I was outside the street..

I walked for about fifty thou and stopped. The situation was surreal. I stopped to take stock. We had swerved for a dog and fallen off the scoter. I was completely Ok and Sarah only had got a minor grazing on her leg., which she probably would have just put an elastoplast on at home and shrugged it off. Now I was on my own in a busy street in a foreign nation and Sarah was laid, passed out on a couch with a guy we knew nothing about.. I turned to go back to see what was going on. I got to the door and gently turned the handle. I didn't want to push it open, because I knew the bell would call and warn of my glide path. The threshold was locked.

I walked a few yards back down the street. There was a tiny alley between two buildings. It had works and Bush growing in it, so obviously wasn't in regular use. I looked both slipway, then set off down it, The skittle alley led onto another one which was parallel to the street, I picked my way along and peered ito the yards behind the construction. After moving a few to a greater extent 1000. I saw the shutter on the test room. I was certain as it was the same dark-green colour I had noticed from inside. I climbed the low wall of the railway yard and picked my way through the plant, , rocks and discarded rubbish, moving towards the window. I could sense my mettle thumping as I moved as quietly as I could. I stood to the incline of the window and slowly leaned to get a aspect into the room through the gap in the shutters. My resourcefulness was giving me anxiety, half expecting the old doctor to be looking out at me.

I need not consume worried, he was much too interested in what he was doing. He was at the bottom of the examination frame kneeling on a rug. Sarah was laid flat on her back, He had taken her boxers and panties off and her legs were dangling each side of the examen couch. The doctors face was buried between her thighs His head word was bobbing and moving as he licked an probed her tight snatch with his tongue, He had obviously not waited after getting me out of the post. He must feature felt completely unattackable and safe, with the doorway locked and the bell to give warning. It must take been like pipe dream come unfeigned when I left, leaving him alone to love a pretty English language woman I could imagine him thinking she was asking for it, showing all her ramification to the men like that and not even covering her hair's-breadth like a good Muslim woman would.

I reached down and unzipped my flies as I watched the old pervert spend the following few bit licking and sucking Sarah's pussy sass and clitoris, She was completely out and not responding in any way, which must have been a relief to the doctor .After a piece he stood up and leaned over Sarah. He slid a long finger inside her, then two, exploring her vagina deeply, He reached down an unfastened his sloppy trouser with his former hand. and let them drop, then tugged his underpants down to his knees.

. His shaft was stiff a but not erect and I guessed that must own been due his age. His cock was longer than mine but dilutant and as he was Moslem, he was circumcised. He shuffled forwards holding the shaft of his putz and I knew then, it wasn't going to be a wily ghost and lick. He was going to fuck Sarah and have her properly, without protective cover. He realized the couch was too low and turned a wooden hold to raise it, so that his groin was level with Sarah's pussy. He then guided the John Brown, swollen, engorged tip of his peter between Sarah's pussy lips and nudged between them. His buttocks tensed as he pushed and I knew he was inside her.. He pushed another couple of meter to penetrate her fully and his caput arched back in pleasance as he began to slip in and out of her plastered pussy.

I was wanking as I peeped into the way. I suddenly realized I was holding my breath. I kind of felt the old man would sense my center staring and I was tensed up. I sucked air into my lungs and continued stroke my cock. Apart from the risk of not knowing what drug the doctor had injected into Sarah and the theory she might waken up, there were former thing to think about. The old man was fucking Sarah without using a condom. She might catch something, also I had gone for a vasectomy after our second daughter was born, so Sarah wasn't using any contraception.

The doctor was obviously relishing every spirit and mo of this experience. He was raping a helpless womanhood, but this wasn't the type of quick, industrious, forceful rape that might happen with a unseasoned man. He was taking his sentence savouring the feeling of his prick, stretching Sarah's vagina as he pushed forward. He was going so deeply, I knew he would be feeling the sensitive, mushroom like tip of his glans, sliding against the entry of her womb. I was so aroused by these thoughts, I almost ejaculated and had to retard my stroke. Obviously I knew what might befall if the Doctor was still fat and mint of men over seventy still are, look at Jagger for example, but at that here and now I didn't care. I was excited by the idea. I wanted to watch him cum in Sarah's pussy.. I was massively aroused by the thought of him ejaculating into Sarah's helpless, unconscious, consistence, laid assailable and spread wide for him on the examination couch and maybe giving her his baby.. I was so release on being able to watch a come stranger, taking advantage of my wife like that and being able to be as intimate as a man can be with a fair sex. What excited me even more was the feeling of power I could prevent it, but she couldn't. I knew in conscience, I should bang on the window or do something to stop it, but I didn't want to block off it. I wanted it to occur. I wanted him to fetch up raping Sarah. I wanted him to fertilize her and get her pregnant.

I didn't have long to look. The old man leaned forward and was sucking Sarah's nipples alternately and thrusting his cock into her at the same time, getting quicker and quicker all the time. He straightened and was standing upright. I could see his wiry melt off buttocks tightening and relaxing each time he pushed his pelvis forward, driving his phallus as deep as he possibly could. His head was arched back and I noticed how his large, pointed Adam's apple was sticking out from the loose, bewhiskered skin on his throat. He was moaning and kind of making a sighing disturbance at the same time. Suddenly he was thrusting really fast, his substantial, slim down, digit gripping Sarah's pelvis, so he could get his turncock even deeper into her kitty-cat. Then his buttock were tensing and twitching rapidly. The old MD's backtalk was spread out wide his eyes screwed tightly shut and I knew his warm, slippery. semen was splashing into Sarah's wet vagina, all over her unprotected uterine cervix. He gave about eight or ten grueling poking, paused as he fought to get his breath. Then he sort of throb and gave a few more than jerking, quick thrusts to prepare sure every driblet of his seed got into Sarah's fertile vagina.

The MD leaned over Sarah, still inside her, gasping for air. He obviously softened and as he stood up straight, his now flaccid penis, slid out of Sarah. He reached and lifted each of her eyelid. Satisfied she was still heavily sedated, he reached down and pulled his underpants and baggy trousers up zipping and fastening them… I thought he would make clean Sarah and replace her step-in and shorts, but instead he picked his telephone up from the desk and tapped a duo of time. .He spoke very in brief then left the elbow room. After a minute or two, I faintly heard the social movement threshold Vanessa Bell clangoring. Then the doctor walked back into the operating room room and the grease monkey guy followed him in. His heart immediately fell upon Sarah, still laid exposed and spread on the examination lounge. He gave a low whistle and said something to the doctor, There was an substitution of discussion and the old man left the room, closing the door behind him.

The mechanic immediately unfastened the buttons which ran all the way down the social movement of his boilers suit .He shrugged them off his broad shoulders and pulled them down to his articulatio genus. I was staring. He was like a gorilla. His rachis was a mat of thick. black, hair. He was wearing a brace of oil stained underpants and as he pulled those down, I saw that the blackamoor, wiry, hair continued all the way down, covering his nates and thighs too. He stood at the bottom of the sofa and slid a large, Myxocephalus aenaeus, manus under each of Sarah's knees. He bent and lifted her stage before shuffling forwards. The guys cock was again, not hugely recollective, but thick girthed and circumcised as I expected. In endorsement he had guided the big tip between Sarah's leg and he pushed it into her twat. As he did so I heard him name a grunting sound, then gave a variety of relieved, satisfied, sigh. He pushed again. Sarah was already lubricated with the old Doctor semen and the unseasoned Turk, who was probably in his mid forties, penetrated her firmly and fully. I watched intently, wanting to see everything. I knew I should be feeling ira or ashamed of myself, but I didn't. Even later once it was all over, it was more the fearfulness that Sarah was pregnant that I worried about, more than the shame of standing watching and getting off on it, in the most intense way possible.. In my psyche a voice was saying."Oh yes. Go on my man. Screw the little trollop. Fill her. Go on. Give her a baby."I had no thoughts of the consequences or problems that would certainly come if that happened. I was locked in the moment, masturbating hard, enjoying the loony, unexpected, spectacle of two men I had never even met thirty minutes previously, have wide and exhaustive, penetrating, sex with my unconscious mind, wife, with the broad noesis that Sarah was fertile and had no contraceptive tribute of any form

The Turk was in a steady rhythm method now, his pelvic arch moving back and Forth River, driving his stiff, fat, hairy, cock up Sarah's tight, wet, cunt and making that almost beast, grunting, noise again. I knew he was massively emotional and that he wouldn't hold up long and I didn't't want him to. I knew Sarah was completely out, but I was still worried she might suddenly come round and somehow contain him and I didn't want that.. I wanted him to finish and cum inside her, A few moments later he did just that. The Turks hairy bottom clenched together as the first powerful jet of his spermatozoan spurted into Sarah's pussy. Then he was thrusting firmly and quickly, squirting the rest of his ejaculate, deep into Sarah's womb as her inactive consistency jerked and quivered on the couch with the force of his tidal bore thrusts. After finishing he took a pair of footstep backwards and his shaft slid out of Sarah's slit, giving me the most unbelievable and arousing view. I could see Sarah's kitty-cat rim splayed apart and the men's semen running out of her kitty-cat.

The hairy Turk squatted and took custody of his over alls, then pulled them up and and twisted to put his limb back into the arm. The old doctor must throw been listening at the doorway, because he immediately came back into the room and closed the threshold behind him. The two men chatted in their own lyric. The tonicity of their words, smiling and the harsh, almost prideful jest they shared, made it slowly for me to understand, how lucky and fortunate they were feeling to get an chance like this, to fuck an attractive woman. The doctor looked at his scout and I knew the men were talking about how a great deal time they had left before my anticipate take. They must have thought that even if I did give back early on, there would be no way I could enter the edifice and fascinate them, which gave them mass of fourth dimension to persist in enjoying themselves and was going to enjoy the next hour or two very much as well .
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