A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 12
Saturday afternoon
[After a morning of hot fucking by the weather-beaten, elderly Samir and Arif's uncle, Nadeem, there was another unusual experience awaiting me in the afternoon.]
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After lunch, Nadeem announced that we were now going to a salt factory. He knew the boss there and had arranged for me to meet a couple of his factory workers.
'These are men from the country with little education', he said. It is a hard life and they will not be handsome and well-dressed but you will find them interesting, I think. They will fuck you but you must give them some tips as they are poor.' Well, this was going to be a new experience!
'How much should I give?' I asked, feeling very much out of my depth.
'Give me 4,000 Rupees and I will give them 2,000 each. That is equal to 3 full days' pay for each of these men', explained Nadeem. 'It will be considered generous and they will be very happy.'
Four thousand Rupees sounded a lot but I did a quick calculation in my head and realized it wasn't very much at all. If I was going to pay for sex for the first time in my life, at least it was going to be a bargain! I handed the money over to Nadeem who put it in his top pocket.
As we drove, Nadeem explained that the factory would be closed for the weekend when we got there. The two workers lived at the factory.
'Don't worry', he said, seeing the concern on my face, 'the boss will make sure they are clean'.
After 30 minutes driving, we arrived at a less built up industrial area with various factories separated by vacant land. It all looked a bit bleak and was definitely off the tourist route!
Nadeem knocked on the door of the office and it was opened by a big man with rather intense eyes. He invited us in and Nadeem introduced him as the boss, Imran. Wearing a black singlet on his upper body, it was clear that he was a body builder and I estimated his age at about 40. We shook hands. His grip was so firm that I thought he would crush my fingers.
The office was quite nice, well-maintained and air-conditioned. There were only high windows so it was private. It had a white tiled floor that was very clean and there were colourful upholstered benches against the wall for customers to sit on while waiting. Imran was very friendly and I was pleased to see he had one of those very sexy black moustaches and thick, wavy black hair. His English was fair when he spoke to me but he conversed mostly with Nadeem in Urdu.
He offered us cool drinks from a display refrigerator. I had a lemon drink that had some unidentifiable spicy sort of flavour in it as well. It was quite nice and refreshing.
He and Nadeem were immersed in a long conversation. Imran kept looking in my direction as he spoke to Nadeem and I sensed that the conversation was about me. Arif was just looking around but listening intently. At one point, he caught my eye and grinned so it didn't seem like there was anything to worry about.
Imran then got up and went out of the back door. Nadeem turned to me and said that Imran was just checking how soon the workers would be ready.
'He is pleased that we will give them some money', he said. 'They don't speak English and he will translate for you. You should not kiss them unless they decide to kiss you. You can suck their cocks and they will fuck you.' He also said that they are excited as they have not met an Australian before. 'They have little opportunity for sex and he will make sure they will not be too rough with you. I told him you have been fucked many times here already'. So much for my reputation!
The boss returned, saying the workers were showering and would come to the office shortly. Under his arm he had a colourful patterned sheet, a roll of paper towels and some lubricant. He locked the front door and pulled one of the benches out from the wall into the middle of the office. Spreading the sheet out on the bench, he placed the paper towels and lube down on it.
Five minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door. Imran walked over and opened it. The two guys came in looking very tentative as if the office was a place they were forbidden to enter normally. Imran spoke to them reassuringly and brought them over to meet me. I stood up and we shook hands and they both smiled sheepishly.
The short one was slim and wiry-looking. I thought he was probably in his early thirties but he could have been younger than that. He had a black moustache and pronounced five o'clock shadow, curly hair which was still a bit wet and a prominent nose. The boss said his name was Omar, which was easy to remember.
The second guy was older with swarthy skin and a very weather-beaten face. He had a very toothy grin and wicked-looking intense eyes. He also had a moustache and five o'clock shadow. His hair was greying and I estimated his age in the mid- forties. He could have been younger or older, it was hard to tell. His name was Sufi.
They also shook hands with Nadeem and Arif who spoke to them in Urdu. Something Nadeem said made them smile and look at each other with great amusement. Arif was also chuckling to himself and Imran was smirking. I told myself to remember to ask Nadeem afterwards what he had said.
'We can start,' said Imran. He spoke to the workers, who started taking off their clothes, and he settled down on another bench to watch. His workers seemed totally unself-conscious about undressing in front of us. Nadeem and Arif were also watching with great interest. After all the action of the previous few days, I was no longer feeling self-conscious and I started undressing, too.
Soon all three of us were naked. Omar, the younger guy, had a nicely muscled slim body from labouring work. His chest was hairy with an attractive line of hair between his chest and his very bushy patch of pubic hair. His cock was about 6 inches long. It was standing almost straight up against his body. The older guy, Sufi, was also slim and muscly. He was much hairier than Omar and his cock was surrounded by a huge amount of hair. His hard cock had a thicker shaft than the head. It was already dripping precum and was about seven and a half inches long. Their hard cocks reassured me that they were happy to be doing this.
'Suck, suck, suck', commanded Imran to me, pointing at the guys standing in front of the bed. I was hard, too, and, when I stepped over to them, Sufi grabbed my cock and, pulling me to him, rubbed it against the hair on his belly and, at the same time, he reached around behind me, feeling for my asshole and pushed his finger in. Then, letting go of me, he pointed at his cock and I crouched down and started sucking it. He tried to push it right down my throat and nearly succeeded. It tasted fine and there was lots of sweet precum.
I changed over to Omar, who held onto the top of my head and fucked my face furiously for a short while. I started to feel I couldn't breathe and had to back off. He grinned down at me. These guys were just rough enough to make it a bit more thrilling.
Both guys then sat down on the edge of the bench a few feel apart. Omar indicated I should sit between them and he grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. I leaned over and started sucking him and it got a bit awkward for him to play with my cock at that angle and he let go. Sucking Omar in that side-on position exposed my ass to Sufi, who started fingering it again. I got up on the bench completely on my knees to make it easier for him to get at it. He pushed his whole forefinger in and moved it around. He said something to Imran who translated for me.
'He says you are very tight and hot'. Imran came over and picked up the lube bottle on the bench behind Sufi and handed it to him. He put some on his finger and some more on my hole and then finger fucked me deeply and rapidly.
Then Omar indicated I should turn around and suck Sufi. Omar then started to explore my hole with his fingers too. Sufi suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it right down onto his cock, getting it right down my throat, but he pulled it out very quickly after achieving his goal and grinned wickedly at me. I smiled back and kept on sucking.
Then Sufi stopped me sucking and turned me around, getting up on the bench on his knees behind me. Omar got off the bench and moved to a position behind Sufi, putting his hand on his shoulder. Sufi rubbed his cock up and down between my ass cheeks and then pushed his cock deep inside me. He started fucking quite hard immediately and, after a very short time, pulled out and Omar took his place, ramming his cock strongly up inside me. He pounded me hard, too, and then got off me. Sufi stood up and positioned me right on the edge of the bench and pounded me hard, his balls slapping against my ass. It was pretty rough fucking but it didn't hurt and it was very exciting to be fucked like that.
Suddenly Sufi blew his load and collapsed on my back. I heard a large amount of cum splashing onto the tiles beneath me when he pulled his cock out of my ass. Omar then bent over me, rammed his cock into me again roughly and fucked hard, REALLY hard.
At one point he pulled me over sideways on the bench enabling him to fuck even harder. Then he shot his load into me with a loud groan and pulled out immediately. More cum could be heard splashing onto the tiles and, when I turned around and looked up at him standing there, his cock was still noticeably jerking up and down and producing thick ropey cum that was dripping down onto the tiles. There was a sizeable puddle of cum on the tiles below the bench and I thought a huge amount of cum must still be in my ass.
Imran stood up and came over to me, unzipping his trousers. He produced a big, fat seven inch cock with a purple head on it. 'Suck', he said, pushing it into my mouth. He tasted good and the thickness made it quite a mouthful. He fucked my mouth hard and didn't take long to cum. It took two gulps to swallow his big load. The two workers had watched this silently. I'd love to know what they were thinking, watching their boss doing this in front of them.
Sufi said something to Imran who translated for me again. 'He is asking if you would open your mouth. He wants to see if you swallowed it.' I did as he asked and he muttered approval noises, rubbing my shoulder vigorously.
Then we all dressed. Nadeem went over to Omar and Sufi when they were ready to go and spoke to them. He got the money out of his pocket and handed it to them, pointing at me as the giver. They looked pleased and then smiled a lot when they saw how much they were given. They turned and came over to me and shook my hand, smiling. Sufi wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear hug. Then they were gone.
Imran asked if I had enjoyed it and I said I certainly had.
'We enjoyed watching', he said. 'You like eating my sperm?' he added. I nodded and he smiled. I noticed a flash from a gold tooth. Then it was time to go and he saw us to the door. 'I hope you come back again', he said. 'I will fuck you next time, too'.
As we drove back, Arif said he was concerned they had been too rough. I re-assured him that it was fine. I liked that he was so concerned about my well-being. I think that's why I felt safe with him and was happy to go along with every experience he arranged for me.
'What did you say to Omar and Sufi that amused them before we started fucking?' I asked Nadeem. He looked at Arif and they both laughed. 'We told them we were only there to make sure they got you pregnant!' he said.
'They must have achieved that with all the cum they shot in your ass', said Arif. 'Did you see all the cum on the floor? Your ass was so full it overflowed!' he added, shaking his head in amazement.
The plan now was to drive Nadeem home and then go back to the shop and close up before driving me back to my hotel for dinner.
As we drove, I became aware of a certain pressure building up. I remembered that I had forgotten to ask to use the toilet before we left the salt factory. I was still full of cum down there.
'You can use the toilet at my shop', said Nadeem and then he added, wickedly, 'and please try not to sneeze before we get there!' I told him that making me laugh was probably just as hazardous!
To be continued....
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