A Submissive Turkish Wife

      by  RLM inspired by Ozlem and Murat


Author's Preface:
    This story was inspired by a series of e-mail communications
with a Turkish couple who wrote to let me know how excited and
hot the story "Flight to Santiago" had gotten them.  After and
exchange of e-mails, we agreed to write a story about their
fantasies that have not yet been converted to realities.  I would
venture to say that this story may soon make that conversion
happen.  Murat, Ozlem, and I all hope you enjoy the story as much
as we enjoyed crafting it for you.  ... RLM
    ==============================================  A Couple's
Fantasy:

  The evening had been a sensuous delight for the recently
married young Turkish couple.  Feeling Ozlem's sensuous body
against him on the dance floor had kept Murat's cock hard most of
the evening.  For her part, the knowledge that she was able to
harden his husband's rod into a rigid spike by simply thrusting
her full ass or her mound against it had gotten her excited to
the point that her panties were a sodden mess and her inner
thighs were wet and gleaming with her sexual fluids.


  During the last dance, she realized that her excitement was so
high that she could smell the musky aroma of her aroused cunt. 
She let her full lips slide over Murat's and from there, they
moved to his ear where she whispered, "I'm dripping, Darling. 
Can you smell me?  Can you smell the musky aroma of your wife's
cunt?"

  Instantly, she felt her husband's shaft jerking against her
mound.  He was wildly excited by her words.  She knew it would
excite him to hear her talk like a wanton whore.  She felt so
whorish it was easy for her to excite him like this.  Briefly,
she fantasized about getting him so hot that he would yank her
dress up and her panties down and fuck her right there on the
dance floor.  The fantasy immediately caused her pussy to
contract just as hard as her husband's rod was now throbbing.

  Ozlem again whispered in Murat's ear.  "I need to be fucked. 
Take me somewhere... anywhere... and do it to me, Lover.  Please.
 I need cock in my cunt."

  Murat felt like he might cum in his pants.  He had often
dreamed of having a hot wife, a wife who was so wild for sex, she
would beg for his rod, so hot she would do anything he wished. 
He never expected to have such a wife, and had had no clue that
he was getting one when he married Ozlem.  Then, on their
honeymoon, he found to his amazement and utter delight that he
had a wildly passionate woman for a wife.  He felt blessed, and
indeed, he was.

  After a year of marriage, Ozlem was even hotter and sexier than
she had been during their honeymoon.  Tonight was a perfect
example.  She was dressed hot... very hot... in a red blouse and
bra set and a very short, black mini-skirt.  Her legs were bare,
but they were so beautifully tanned, no stockings were ever
needed.  When she wore them, it was solely for erotic effect. 
Her high heels arched her ass and legs turning them into magnets
that attracted every male who saw her.

  His cock was at the bursting point when his wife again
whispered in his ear.  "Did you hear what I said, Lover?  I need
cock in my cunt.  If you aren't going to take care of me, I know
that there are at least six men in this room who are dying to do
so.  Am I going to have to ask them?  I'll give you five minutes
to get me in the car and take me home, or I'm going to find a man
who will."

      It was their favorite fantasy.  Ozlem serving another man's
cock while Murat looked on helplessly as she was soundly fucked.
Now, his wife had just raised the level of their fantasy another
notch by threatening to ask one of the men in the room to take
her home and service her needy pussy.

  Murat wasn't sure whether Ozlem's threat was real or not.  And
he wasn't sure whether he would mind or not.  The only thing that
he was certain about was the fact that he had to get his hot wife
in bed as fast as possible so he could ravish her hot cunt and
mouth.

  Once in their car, he broke all the speed limits getting them
home to their bed.  Ozlem never stopped teasing him.  Leaning
back against the door, she had her blouse open, bra pulled down,
her tits out, stroking the nipples as he drove.  "I should have
asked that sexy looking Frenchman in the second row if he would
like to fuck me.  I'd have a big cock in my cunt now instead of
taking a ride in this car.  Can't you drive faster?"

  As soon as they arrived at their house, Murat and Ozlem almost
ran into their bedroom they were so anxious.  As soon as they
were on the bed, Ozlem tore open her husband's pants.  His
engorged cock sprang out instantly.  It was slightly more than 6
inches, but very thick.  Ozlem's vagina began to throb and pulse
as soon as she saw it.  Cock always had this effect on her. 
Nothing in the world was as exciting and beautiful as an erect,
iron-hard, male phallus.  When she masturbated for her husband,
all he ever had to do to make her cum was remove his hard organ
and let her see it.

  Her mouth descended over his rigid, thick cock spike.  When it
sank into her mouth, she felt her vagina contract.  An instant
later, she groaned as the orgasm ripped through her loins.  Both
her clitoris and vagina contracted.  A moment later, it was her
anus and her belly.  Murat's dick jerked inside her mouth and she
came again.

  Finally, she gained enough control to shove her lips all the
way down her husband's rigid shaft until her lips were buried in
his pubic hair.  Ramming her head up and down his cock, she
sucked it hard.  There was no way poor Murat could last a minute.
 With a masculine roar of satisfaction, he poured his semen into
her sucking mouth.  She swallowed every drop as another orgasm
raced through her cunt.

  Murat felt drained.  His chest heaved in an effort to obtain
oxygen.  It took him almost five minutes to recover enough to
look over at his wife.  She was lying her back, legs steepled and
spread, with her hand stroking up and down her engorged, moist
slit and from there over her erect, throbbing clitoris.  Her hips
pumped sensuously up and down as she moaned, "Oooohhhh I need it,
Marcel.  My husband can only go once.  Please, Marcel.  I'm so
hot... please!"

  Murat's cock hardened again almost instantly at the thought of
another man pleasuring his beautiful wife.  He moved between her
wide open thighs and just before lowering his mouth onto her
throbbing sex, he said, "Why did you marry that one-shot jack
rabbit.  You need a real man to take care of this pussy, Ozlem."

  "I know... I know... please, take care of it for me Marcel.  Do
it to meeee," she groaned, her hips thrashing wildly.


  Murat's mouth covered his wife's pulsing cunt, his tongue
lashing up and down her slit to the throbbing clitoris.  He
sucked it hard into his mouth listening to Ozlem's screams of
passion.  Flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive head,
she wailed and tried to push his head away.  His much stronger
arms held the thrashing female in place as he tongued her dancing
clit.  Ozlem's juices exploded out of her vagina as she howled in
an intense orgasm.

  "OOHHH I'M CUMMIINGGGGGGG..  SUCK MEEEEEEEE, MARCEL... SUCK MY
MARRIED CUNT...AAAHHHHHHHHH!!"

  Murat pulled back and gazed down at Ozlem's vagina opening and
closing in spastic contractions as her clitoris jerked and
throbbed moving in and out of its protective hood.  His cock was
hard as stone.

  With one quick motion, he flipped his wife over onto all fours,
pulled her hips high, and growled, "Get ready, Slut.  I'm going
to fuck you like that husband of yours never does."  He pushed
the head of cock against the opening of her cunt.  "If you want
it, Baby. Beg!"

  "Oh please, Marcel.  I need your cock in me.  My husband
doesn't fuck me enough.  Please stick that big whang into me...
ooohhh hurry. Fuck me!"

  Murat drove his organ deep inside the slick, velvet glove of
his wife's vagina.  Her engorged labia slid sensuously down his
length until his balls slapped against her clit.

  "Ooohhh that's so good, Marcel.  Fuck me hard, Lover.  I need
cock."

  As he rammed himself in and out of her vagina, Murat whispered
in his wife's ear.  "Your husband is watching me fuck you, Honey.
 He's in the doorway watching me doing it to you."

  "Ohhhhhh... god.  Is he furious?  Should we stop... I can't
bear to stop... please don't stop.   Don't worry about him...
just keep fucking meeeeeeeee!"

  "He's jacking off watching me fuck you, Ozlem."

  Murat felt his wife cumming again, her vaginal tube contracting
in hard spasms about his cock.  Immediately, he rolled them over
so that Ozlem was riding him.  "Pump your hot ass, Slut.  Pump it
so your husband can see a real cock fucking you."

  Ozlem's hips hammered up and down on Murat's raging cock... all
the way out... then all the way back in... over and over.  "Is he
still watching you fuck me?" she moaned as another climax surged
through her.

  "No, he shot off a puny load and went back to his room.  I need
to cum now, Ozlem.  I'm going to cream you.  Lie on your back."

  A moment later, Ozlem lay on her back, cupping her tits, her
mouth wide open, tongue out as she waiting for her French lover
to pour his load over her.  "Cum all over me, Marcel.  Cream me,
Baby!"

  His wife's words made his cock explode several thick streams of
cum over her body.  Her face, mouth, tits were covered with it. 
Two streams of semen ran down her thighs.  Murat collapsed onto
her body as the two lovers hugged each other, their cum-slickened
bodies sliding sensuously against one another.

========================================

An Opportunity:

  Ozlem worked as the personal secretary of Mr. Mustafa Yilmaz,
the general manager of the district electrical company.  Her job
paid well, was rewarding in that she had significant
responsibilities that the work interesting and challenging, and
there were excellent fringe benefits coupled with opportunities
for promotion and advancement.  She had held the job for less
than six months.

  It was no accident that Ozlem had been selected by Yilmaz as
his personal secretary over other, more senior, secretaries in
the company.  She was easily the most attractive and desirable
woman with the company.  As a result, many of the other women
were envious.  The speculation among the other secretaries was
that Murat's wife had surely used her feminine charms to secure
the position.  Some suggested that she must be having sex with
Yilmaz.

  Although such rumors had no foundation and were untrue, Ozlem
herself often fantasized that her boss had offered her the
position on the condition that she would always be available for
sex when he required it.  When she used this fantasy in bed with
her husband, she always had intense, repeated climaxes.  But for
six months, sex with Mustafa Yilmaz had remained a pure, erotic
fantasy.  This changed one morning in Yilmaz's office.

  Her boss had asked her to come in to receive instructions as to
how the account for a particularly powerful politician was to be
handled.  As he explained the procedure he wanted her to use,
Ozlem realized that instead of sitting on the other side of his
desk, as was his usual procedure, her boss was hovering over her
chair.  In his position, she knew Yilmaz could see down the
bodice of her light summer dress into her substantial cleavage. 
The thought was causing dampness to form between her thighs.

  "Do you understand exactly what I want, Ozlem?" Yilmaz asked.

  "I believe so, Mr. Yilmaz.  I'm sure I can take care of the
situation to your satisfaction."

  "Good.  Good.  I'm equally certain that you can."  At this
point, Yilmaz paused, consulted his appointments, and then
casually remarked, "I have an appointment at 11 AM this morning
that will extend into the afternoon.  However, tomorrow my
schedule is open.  Would you have lunch with me?  We can discuss
any problems you may be having."

  Ozlem hesitated.  "I don't know, Sir.  I mean... well, I am
married and there might be talk.  May I think about it and let
you know in the morning?"

  "Of course, Ozlem.  That is no problem.  Just let me know.  And
I don't think you need to worry about talk.  I know an excellent
restaurant that provides very private dining facilities.  No one
will see us."
    -------------------------

  By the time Ozlem returned home that evening, the dampness
between her thighs that began when her boss was looking into her
cleavage had increased several fold.  She had been able to think
of nothing else the entire day.

  At dinner that evening, she carefully repeated every thing
Mustafa Yilmaz had said to her that morning.  After listening,
her husband asked, "Strange.  He could go over any problems you
might be having with the account during office hours.  What do
you think he wants?"

  Ozlem was surprised... actually shocked, at her husband's
naiveté.  She stared at him trying to determine if he was just
teasing her.  A moment later, he repeated his question, even more
seriously than before.

  "Well?  What do you think Yilmaz wants?  It's really not very
efficient to do business during lunch."

  "He's not interested in business, Murat.  He's interested in
me.  He wants to fuck your wife.  Understand?"

  "Oh... yes.  Of course.  It just never occurred to me."

  "It never occurred to you that a powerful man would want to
fuck me?"

  "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean it like that.  Please don't be
angry.  I know men want to fuck you.  Every time I think about
it, my rod gets hard."

  Ozlem smiled, pleased at her husband's frank admission.  Aloud,
she said, "Well?  Should I go to lunch with him?  If I do, you
know Yilmaz will fuck me.  Do you want to turn our fantasy of me
with another man into a reality?"

  Murat hesitated, torn between his sexual desires and his fears.
 In the end, his fears won.  "I don't think so.  I don't think
it's a good idea to become sexually involved with your boss like
that."

  "Whatever you say, Darling.  I'll tell him 'no' in tomorrow
morning."  Now, it was Ozlem's turn to be torn between emotions,
the desire to please her husband and the desire to please her
wet, throbbing pussy.
    --------------------------

  The next morning, Ozlem declined Yilmaz's offer of lunch.  "I'm
flattered that you asked me to lunch, Sir, but I think it best if
I decline.  I hope you are not angry."

  "Of course not, Ozlem.  I just thought you might enjoy an
excellent lunch as a small bonus for your outstanding work."

  Later, at her desk, Ozlem felt a sense of frustration.  On the
one hand, she was pleased that her boss had so graciously
accepted her decision to decline lunch with him and combined his
acceptance with a wonderful complement about the excellence of
her work.  On the other hand, she was chagrined the Yilmaz had so
meekly accepted "no" from her.  Weren't powerful, confident men
supposed to overcome the objections of women?  Why didn't he just
inform her that they were having lunch at noon?  That thought
made her much more than just damp between her thighs.

  That night in bed with her husband, Ozlem was having repeated
orgasms as Murat fucked her.  His masculine pride swelled at his
ability to drive his beautiful wife into such intense climaxes. 
Of course, he was totally unaware of the erotic fantasies filling
his wife's mind.  In them, Yilmaz had bluntly rejected her
refusal, taken her to lunch where he had finger fucked her, and
then to his private apartment where he had screwed her several
times.

  When her husband's cock drove into her throbbing pussy, it was
Yilmaz's huge organ hammering her into one orgasm after another.
When her fantasy evolved to the point that Yilmaz informed her
that she is expected to be available whenever he desires her,
Ozlem's cunt contracted in a series of intense spasms.  She began
to scream as her husband's body rose and fell between her gaping
thighs.

=================================
   Vacation to New York:

  Ozlem and Murat had arranged their vacation time from their
jobs so that the periods corresponded.  They had two full weeks
off and were excitedly discussing where they should go.  Murat
suggested a popular resort on the Black Sea.  Ozlem countered by
suggesting a cruise to Santorini and some of the other popular
Greek Islands.  Both ideas appealed to the couple, but both felt
they weren't really what they wanted.

  "Look," Ozlem commented, "we've been to the Black Sea and to
some of the Greek islands before.  We have enough money from our
bonuses to go just about anywhere we like.  Let's do something
more exotic."

  "I like that idea," Murat agreed eagerly.  "How about Paris?"

  "Paris?" Ozlem questioned.  "You mean we should spend two weeks
with the French??  Two days would be too much!"

  "Would you consider two hours?" Murat teased.

  "Maybe.  It would depend on what happened in those two hours."
she teased in return.

  "I bet I know what you would want to happen."

  "Of course you know, and you would want to watch."

  "Now I'm hard.  Let's fuck."

  "Later, Lover, later.  After we decide where we're going on
vacation."

  "Ok.. ok.  How about the United States?  We've never been
there."

  "Mmmmm... sounds exotic.  You know how decadent the Americans
are.  I think you just want to go because most of those western
women are sluts."

  "Well... that's not all bad.  You could change all your hot
fantasies to realities and no one would notice."

  "You would!"

  "Oh yes!  Come on, please.  Let's fuck!"

  "Can we go to New York?"

  "If you let me fuck you."

  Ozlem pulled up her skirt and spread her legs.  "Think you can
handle it from here, Honey?"

  Murat didn't even take the time to remove his wife's panties. 
He simply jerked them aside and buried his raging erection in her
wet pussy.  Murat thought he was hot, but his wife came before he
did, and then came again when his load poured into the depths of
her cunt.
    --------------------------------

  Three weeks later, Ozlem and Murat were on board a 747 jet that
was landing at JFK International Airport in New York at 8 AM.  It
took only two hours for the young couple to clear security checks
at the airport, since their credentials were in perfect order,
and Murat had had the foresight to send advance notice to the
U.S. Homeland Security Office of their travel plans.  As a
result, there were no serious problems.  Ozlem was impressed with
her husband's foresight.  She pressed her breast against his arm
to convey her appreciation.

  They took a bus to downtown Manhattan.  Once on board, Ozlem
asked, "At which hotel did you make the reservations?"

  Murat's face dropped.  "I thought you were making the hotel
reservations."

  "No.  You said men should handle details like that, remember?"

  Murat looked even more dejected.  "You're right.  I forgot. 
But surely with all the hotels in Manhattan, there will be no
problem."  That seemed reasonable to Ozlem who said no more on
the subject.  Unfortunately, the young couple failed to realize
the difficulty of obtaining rooms in central Manhattan without
advance reservations.

  At 5 PM, they were still without a place to stay during their
week's stay in New York.  Having tried seven different hotels,
they finally decided to try the Hilton even though it was really
out of their price range.  There seemed to be no other choice.

  At the same moment as Ozlem and Murat were entering the Hilton
lobby, Luis Mendez and one of his business associates, Mr. Martin
Gleason, were enjoying a drink in the Hilton lounge.  Mendez was
a Chilean billionaire who owned dozens of companies and
corporations, many of which had their headquarters in New York 
Consequently, he was a frequent visitor and always had standing
accommodations in one of the Hilton's luxury suites on the top
floor of the hotel.  Gleason was the general manager of one of
Mendez's companies.

  The two men were working on their second drink and discussing
the current state of business at Gleason's company, which was
excellent.  Eventually, their conversation turned to sex.

  "I just have to marvel at your ability to seduce women, Luis,"
Gleason said with sincerity.  "If I had not seen it, there's no
way I would believe how quickly you can do it."

  Mendez grinned, obviously very pleased with the complement. 
"It's actually very easy to do, Martin.  In fact, I never fail."

  "Never?" Martin asked, now quite skeptical.

  "Never.  Absolutely never!" he repeated for emphasis. "Women
cannot resist confidence, money, power, and strong, determined,
masculine virility.  Their legs open almost automatically in face
of such masculine power and authority."

  "Oh come on!  You can't possibly always be successful.  No man
can."

  "You think not, my Friend?  Please permit me to give you a
demonstration.  You select some woman in the hotel lobby.  It
matters not who she is provided she is not infirm, with child, or
ugly.  Just pick a woman you think you would enjoy fucking, I
shall seduce and fuck her this afternoon."

  "I think this is ridiculous," Martin commented, "but Ok.  I'll
pick out an attractive woman.  The rest will be up to you."  A
moment later, Gleason was strolling through the Hilton lobby
checking out the women.

  At first, he was having problems making a selection, but then
he noticed an extremely attractive young woman with her husband
at the front desk.  They looked to be from the middle east, and
their accented English supported this.  The husband was pleading
with the desk clerk to find them a room, but he was having no
luck.  "Please, Sir, my wife and I need a place to stay.  We are
just arrived in New York.  We know no one.  No place has vacancy.
 Can you not please let us have a room?"

  "I wish I could, but the hotel is full.  You will probably have
to go outside Manhattan to find a room.  I'm sure that every
hotel in the area will be full.  If you like, I can make some
calls for you, but there is no chance that you can find anything
today in Manhattan."

  The young woman turned in Martin's direction.  The despair in
her perfectly shaped, dark brown eyes was evident.  She had an
alluring dark complexion, beautiful face, full lips, long,
lustrous, black hair that fell about her shoulders, full
thrusting breasts, and a slim waist that accented the thrusting
mounds of her buttocks.  Her dress stopped several inches above
her knees allowing Martin to see that her legs and thighs were
firm and shapely as was the rest of her body.

  Turning toward the bar, Martin motioned for Mendez, who came
over immediately.  "I'm going to make this easy and fun for you,
Luis," Martin said as he pointed to the sexy young woman standing
beside her husband who was still pleading with the clerk.  He
quickly described the couple's problem about finding a room, and
said, "This gives you the perfect opening, Luis.  You have a very
large suite... plenty of room for two more.  And that woman looks
incredibly sexy.  So you don't have any excuses.  Let's see what
you can do."

  Mendez chuckled then flashed an evil grin.  "You are giving me
no challenge at all, my Friend.  This will be very simple.  Watch
and learn, my Friend."

  Martin watched, fascinated, as Luis approached the woman
smoothly and swiftly, with no hesitation.  The thought of a sleek
panther approaching its prey came to Martin's mind.

  "Please excuse my intrusion," Luis said to the woman.  "Permit
me to introduce myself.  I'm Luis Mendez, and I'm currently a
guest in this hotel.  I could not help but overhear the problem
you and your husband are having finding accommodations in New
York.  It is obviously your first visit here or your husband
would have realized the necessity of obtaining reservations.  He
should not have brought you here without having taken care of
that matter first.  But I have a very large suite that I would be
delighted to share with you.  Would you and your husband please
join me in the lounge.  We'll enjoy a drink and solve your
problem at the same time."

  Mendez held out his arm to the woman.  She stared, almost
hypnotized, at the incredibly handsome man now asking her to take
his arm.  The fact that he offered a solution to their pressing
problem was actually secondary in her mind... in fact, the only
thing on her mind was Mendez's appearance.  Never in her life had
she seen such a handsome, attractive, powerful man.  She couldn't
look away.

  Her husband was an attractive man, about 5'9" with a slim, well
proportioned body, but nothing like the virile, sexy adonis who
offered her his arm.  He seemed to radiate masculine sensuality
and power.  His hypnotic eyes and frank appraisal made her feel
as if he could see through her clothes.  The feeling was making
her throb.  At 6'2", he towered over her husband.  His shirt was
stretched tightly over his chest and biceps by his large,
perfectly sculptured muscles.  When he moved his powerful body,
the material was stretched to its limit.

  A moment later, she realized that she had taken his arm and was
allowing Mendez to lead her toward a table in the lounge.  No
thoughts of declining or resisting ever entered her mind.  As he
guided her to the table, she became acutely aware that he was
holding her against of his strong, powerful male body.  The side
of her breast was pressed against the rippling muscles beneath
his shirt as her leg moved against his.  She felt her core throb
and wetness forming between her thighs.

  Mendez pulled out a chair for her, which she took.  He moved
his own chair very close to hers, so close that their lower legs
touched beneath the table.  At the same moment their legs
touched, his hand moved to her knee, rotating gently.  She tried
to control her breathing so her husband wouldn't notice the rapid
rise and fall of her large breasts, but failed.  As his hand
moved, her excitement mounted.

  Gleason directed her husband to a chair on the opposite of the
table.  After introducing himself to Murat, he had made his
apologies and said to Mendez, "I'll see you at the office next
week and you can fill me in on the details.  I will be very
interested to hear about how things went."  The two men shook
hands, and Gleason left.  Afterward his departure, there was a
period of uncomfortable silence.

  Finally, Mendez's deep, soft, but commanding voice, broke that
silence.  It was a voice that exuded virile, masculine
confidence, a voice that seemed to make it clear to everyone that
no objection to his desires would be tolerated.  His hand moved
slightly higher on the woman's leg caressing her thigh.  Ozlem's
excitement was now rising so rapidly, it was hard to concentrate
on what he was saying.

  "I think introductions are in order.  As I have told your
lovely wife, my name is Luis Mendez.  I make my home in Santiago,
Chile.  I'm in New York not as a tourist, but to negotiate a very
large business deal for one of my corporations.  May I know your
names?"

  The woman's husband seemed as taken with the confident,
powerful Mendez as was his wife, although for very different
biological reasons.  In an awed voice, he replied, "Certainly...
certainly. I'm Murat Ercan and this is my wife, Ozlem.  We're
from Turkey on vacation.  This is our first time in New York, and
there seem to be no accommodations available.  Mr. Gleason said
you could help us, yes?"

  "Absolutely!  There will be no problem for you throughout the
rest of your stay... and as an added bonus, no expense."  Murat
opened his mouth to object, but Mendez stopped his protest with a
wave of his hand.  "I will not accept any objections.  Money is
not as issue for me.  Once one has billions, it never is.  I am
alone and have a very large suite on the top floor of this hotel.
 You and your lovely Ozlem will be my guests throughout the
remainder of your visit to New York.  I will instruct the hotel
that when I depart, the suite is to remain at your disposal for
your entire visit.  Is this all understood?"

  Murat, awed by Mendez's confidence, wealth, and power, could
only meekly nod that he understood.  Turning to his wife, he
asked, "I think we're very lucky Mr. Mendez has come along, don't
you agree, Darling?"

  Ozlem's body was trembling so hard, she was afraid to speak
lest her husband realize what was happening.  Luis' hand was now
halfway up her thigh where it was sensuously stroking its inner
slope.  Instead, she smiled and nodded her agreement.  Murat
turned his attention back to Mendez and did not see his wife
biting her lower lip as her eyes closed.  The hand had moved
another inch up her thigh.

  "Excellent... excellent!" Mendez stated.  "Murat, why don't you
take this key to the suite and go upstairs and look it over. 
That will allow you to assess the luxury of the accommodations
you  and your lovely wife will be enjoying during your vacation
in New York.  If you're not pleased, we can forget the matter. 
Ozlem and I will wait for you here."

  "I really don't think that will be necessary, Mr. Mendez.  I'm
sure the suite is beautiful," Murat replied.

  "I insist, Murat.  I never, ever allow anyone to accept
something without first having the opportunity to check out all
the details.  Please.  Go up and inspect the suite.  I insist. 
And, by the way, I would be pleased if you address me as Luis."

  "Certainly, certainly, Luis.  I'll do as you wish, but, as I
say, I'm quite certain that the accommodations will be
outstanding.  I can't thank you enough for your help.  I have no
idea what we would have done if you had not come to our
assistance."

  Mendez waved his hand indicating that his actions were no more
than a trifle.  A moment later, as Murat walked to the elevators,
Mendez turned his full attention to Ozlem.  "Your dress is too
long, Ozlem... too concealing.  A woman of such beauty as you
should never wear such clothing.  In the morning, we will
purchase more suitable clothing for you."

  Struggling to find her voice, Ozlem tried to protest, "I
can't... my husband... It's not... not..."

  "Be quiet.  Do not protest what will happen in any event.  You
will be stunningly beautiful once dressed properly.  You also
have large, beautiful breasts, but your present dress conceals
too much of them.  At least half of such delicious breasts should
always be on display.  How large are they?"

  Ozlem looked down, unable to speak.  The soft, caressing hand
on her thigh was exciting her beyond measure.  When Mendez again
spoke, she trembled with excitement.

  "Answer me, Ozlem.  A beautiful woman like you should be proud
of her body.  How large are your breasts?"

  Her response came in a barely audible whisper, "They're 36D."

  "And your nipples?  Are they big and hard now?  I am fully
aware that they are, but that is something that a woman must tell
a man, don't you agree?"

  "Yes... yes, I agree," Ozlem said in a near moan.  It was very,
very clear to her that this man was no Mustafa Yilmaz.  He was
not about to take 'No' for an answer.  This was a man that a
woman was thrilled to have the opportunity to obey.

  "Yes, what, Ozlem?"

  "Yes I agree that I must tell you."

  "Then do so!"

  "Ooohh god," she gasped.  "My nipples are large, and they're
very hard right... very sensitive."  As soon as the words left
her mouth, she felt her fluids gush from between her thighs.

  "I suspected as much.  Unfortunately, your dress does not
properly display them, so I must wait to see them for myself.  In
the meantime, Ozlem, pull your dress higher on your thighs,"
Mendez whispered in her ear.  It was a command, not a request.

  Now in sexual heat, Ozlem hastened to obey.  Reaching beneath
the table she grasped the hem of her dress and moved it halfway
up her thighs as she stared into Mendez's dark, penetrating eyes,
her tongue moving uncontrollably over her lips.

  "Higher," Mendez ordered.

  Ozlem tried to obey but the dress was stuck under her own
weight.  Helplessly, she looked at Luis.  In despair, she moaned,
"Oohhh... I can't... it's stuck under me.  Please... just a
moment," she pleaded.

  Glancing around quickly, she lifted her hips from the chair and
pulled her dress to the top of her thighs before she again
settled down into the chair.  She looked at Mendez for approval.

  He gave it to her.  "Very good, Ozlem.  Do you consider your
thighs to be the most alluring feature of your body?" he asked as
his hand now explored higher and higher up the inner slopes of
both thighs.

  Her sighs and moans were very soft, but Mendez heard them: 
"aahhh... ooohhhhh... mmmmmmm"

  "Well, are these luscious thighs your most alluring feature,
Ozlem?"

  "aaahhh... ooohhhhh... Murat says...mmmmmmm... aahhh... says
it's my... aaahhh...  it's my bottom."

  "Ozlem, a glass or a bucket has a bottom, not a woman.  Which
of your charms do men seem to like the most?"  Mendez's hand had
now moved to within two inches of Ozlem's pussy.

  She could no longer keep her hips still in the chair. 
Slowly... then faster... they began to gyrate... to make small
thrusts toward the advancing hand.  "My ass... Murat says its my
ass... uuunnnn...  more... more.... please... more," she groaned.

  At the moment, Ozlem saw Murat approaching their table. 
"Ooohhh god... my husband is coming... stop... please... you must
stop... aahhh," she begged closing her legs about his hand.

  "Ozlem," Mendez warned in a stern, commanding voice.  "if I
stop, I will never begin again.  If you don't want that to
happen, open your legs.  NOW!"  Ozlem's legs opened even wider
than before.  Mendez's hand moved the final two inches to her
soaked panties.

  As Murat took a seat at the table as before, Luis smiled
graciously.  "So, Murat.  What do you think of the
accommodations?

  Murat shook his head in disbelief.  "I have never seen such a
suite.  It is magnificent.   I cannot find the words to properly
thank you for helping us in such a wonderful way, Senor Mendez."

  "Please, Murat, call me Luis as I instructed.  I would
appreciate it.

  "Thank you, Luis.  I'm sorry.  I won't forget again," Murat
apologized obsequiously.

  "Thank you, Murat.  I'm glad you consider the suite
magnificent.  Personally, for me it is just a hotel room.  I find
Ozlem to be magnificent."

  For the first time, Murat looked over at his wife.  Her eyes
were closed, her mouth slightly open, and her body was moving
slowly, back and forth in the chair.  At that moment, Mendez
again ran two fingers up the length of Ozlem's panty-covered slit
to her engorged clitoris at the top.  He rubbed it softly in a
circular motion.  Immediately, Ozlem's mouth opened wider, and
the motions of her body increased.

  Murat stared at Ozlem, unable to comprehend what was happening.
 Eventually, he asked, "Is it your plan that we all share the
same bedroom, Luis?"

  "Until I leave in three days, yes.  After that, you and Ozlem
will have the entire suite for the remaining four days of your
stay at no expense.  I assume that you find that fair and
satisfactory."

  Murat immediately looked at his wife to see her reaction to
Mendez's arrangements.  Instead of seeing the expected shocked
expression on her face, he saw her leaning over, hands on the
table's surface for support, with her chest heaving as she gasped
for breath.

  "I will go pay the bar tab, Murat.  I'll return in a few
minutes."

  As Mendez walked away from the table, Murat whispered to his
wife, "Did you hear, Ozlem?  Did you hear Mendez's plan?"

  Looking through passion-glazed eyes, she replied, "Yes.  I
heard.  I like his plan... I want to do it.  No... that's not
quite right... I need to do it."

  "But you know what will happen."

  "I know.  Mendez will fuck me... many times."

  "But... but.."

  "Listen to me, my Darling.  How many times have we fantasized
about my being with another man while we've being having sex.  I
know how hard it makes you and you know how excited and wet I
become when we do that.  Now, we've met someone who has me wildly
excited.  You saw what just happened didn't you?"

  "No.  What happened?" Murat blurted confused.

  "I just had an orgasm.  You must have seen.  My entire body was
trembling.  My panties and thighs are soaked with my fluids."

  "My god.  I thought that for a moment, but couldn't believe it.
 I'm not sure I want this to go any further, Ozlem."

  "It really doesn't matter, Murat.  There is just no way I can
refuse a man such as Luis.  Our fantasies are going to become a
reality.  I hope you can enjoy it.  I know I shall.  Look, Luis
is on his way back.  See," she nodded in the direction of the
bar.  "When he arrives, you can be certain that he is going to
take me up to the suite and fuck me."

  Just as Ozlem finished her statement, Mendez moved to Ozlem's
side and extended his arm once again.  This time, she took it
without hesitation.  "Murat, you've already seen the suite, but
your lovely wife has not.  Let's arrange for your luggage to be
taken up to the suite and then show it to Ozlem.  Or, if you
prefer, I will show her the suite while you make the arrangements
for the luggage.  We will join you later in the hotel's five-star
restaurant for dinner.  I shall, of course, pay all bills."

  Ozlem turned to Mendez and asked, "May I speak to my husband
for moment privately or do you wish to take me to the suite
immediately?"

  "We have plenty of time, Ozlem.  I shall wait for you by the
elevators."

  When Luis was out of earshot, Ozlem turned to Murat and said,
"He's offering you a choice, Darling.  Do you understand?"

  "I know.  I can go up and see the suite again and then we will
all go to dinner, or I can see to the luggage and then just wait
for you and Luis to return after you've seen it.  The choice was
very clear."

  "That's correct, but that's not really the choice.  Your real
choice is whether you wish to watch Luis fucking me or wait here
in the lounge while he screws me.  I just wanted to be certain
that you understood Luis' offer."

  "Do you think Luis will hurt you, Honey?  Should I be there to
be certain that you're safe?"

  "I'm in no danger, Darling.  I know men, and a man like Luis
doesn't hurt women, he just fucks them many, many times and makes
them scream in orgasm.  It's just a question of whether or not
you want to watch the first time."

  "But with all that sex, you may be hurt," Murat protested.

  "Murat, it doesn't hurt a woman to be fucked.  It just makes
her cum."

  "Do you want me present or not?"

  "I would rather be alone with Luis the first time, if you don't
mind.  It will be easier and more erotic.  The rest of the time
we're with him, I would love to have you watching and
participating."

  "All right.  Tell Luis that I'm going to see to our luggage and
will meet you for dinner tonight."
    --------------------------------

  In the elevator, Luis moved behind Ozlem and pulled her body
tightly against his.  Both hands rose to her large breasts,
cupping them, squeezing their fullness, pulling their hard
nipples.  At the same time, he pressed his engorged cock into the
crease of her buttocks.  The trembling woman groaned with
excitement.

  With one smooth motion, Mendez pulled the bodice of her dress
downward, freeing both large breasts.  "But the elevator may
stop... someone may get on," Ozlem protested.

  "That may happen.  If it does, some very lucky man will see the
most gorgeous pair of female breasts he will ever be likely to
see.  Does it not excite you when men look at your breasts?"

  Ozlem blushed furiously.  Her body was shaking so hard she was
unable to answer.

  "Well?" Mendez persisted.

  "Yes... ooohh... yes... it excites me."  She felt his fingers
on her hard nipples, stroking... pulling... then twisting.
"Ooohhhh god... aaahhhhhhh... Your fingers are driving me mad,
Luis.  And your organ... it feels huge.  You will split me in
half with it," Ozlem moaned as her body shook with a combination
of fright and intense desire.

  "Reach back and feel it," Luis commanded.

  Ozlem's hand closed around the throbbing phallus, but there was
no way she could get her small hand around its girth.  As she ran
her hand up and down its 10-inch length, she heard herself
whimpering with sexual need.  Her cuntal secretions were flooding
into her panties.  "I can't believe how big you are and how
hard!" she gasped.  The phallus jerked like a snake in her hand.
The intense spasm that surged through the engorged male organ was
enough to make her cunt contract in another small orgasm.

  As soon as they entered the suite, Luis lifted her in his
powerful arms and carried her into the bedroom.  Ozlem's cunt
throbbed at the thought of what was about to happen.  Even though
she was in a luxury suite, the only thing she could think about
was her throbbing cunt.  She moaned when Luis commanded, "Now I
must see the rest of your beautiful body."

  With one motion, Luis unzipped Ozlem's dress.  Pulling it from
her shoulders, it fell down her body and bunched around her feet
on the floor.  With one motion, he unhooked her bra and pulled it
away.  When the trembling woman was naked save for her blue
panties and heels, Mendez crushed her body against his and ran
his tongue over her lips and face.  When his lips covered hers...
his tongue moving inward, invading her mouth.  Their lips ground
together feverishly... Ozlem's mouth opened wide to provide
access to Luis' probing tongue.  When his tongue withdrew, she
invaded his mouth with her own.

  Throughout the intense French kiss, Ozlem was acutely aware of
the huge male organ thrusting against her mound.  She wanted
it... needed it... elsewhere... in her... fucking her. 
"Please... Let me see it.  I can't wait!  Please!" she begged.

  Mendez's picked up the nearly naked woman in his arms and
easily carried her to the bed.  When she was reclining, legs
apart in anticipation, Luis stepped back and slowly removed his
clothes until only his jockey briefs remained.  His fully erect,
stone-hard organ stretched the material to its limit.  His
10-inch length was far too great for his briefs to contain.  A
full four-inches of rigid cock protruded from the top of the
garment.

  "Is this what you wanted to see, Ozlem?"  Mendez moved closer
to the woman whose eyes were locked on his throbbing shaft.

  "Yes... ohhh god... It's magnificent," she moaned as one of her
hands moved between her thighs where it furiously worked the
material of her panties against her pulsing clitoris.

  Mendez pulled his briefs off releasing his rigid, throbbing sex
spike.  It stood at a 70 degree angle, hard and rigid, with a
strand of precum hanging from its tip.  Ozlem's pussy throbbed in
response to the sight of the thick male organ.

  Moving closer, Mendez gave her a one-word command:  "SUCK!"

  Ozlem moved forward, mouth open, waiting.  Mendez put it in,
and she eagerly pushed her lips over its throbbing head.  More
cock moved into her mouth until her cheek bulged, 7 inches still
remaining outside.

  She heard another one-word command:  "DEEPER!"

  Stretching her mouth as wide as possible, Ozlem let her lips
slide down the huge shaft until two more inches of cock were in
her mouth.  The big head pressed against her throat.  She knew it
would make her gag, but she wanted it badly.  Taking a deep
breath, she pushed her head down the throbbing prick.  The head
struck the opening to her throat causing her to gag badly.

  "Careful!" Luis warned.  "Just work your lips up and down the
first five inches and use your hand and tongue on the rest."

  She followed instructions.  Very soon, she felt the cock
jerking wildly inside her mouth.  She sucked harder, her hand
stroking up and down the last five inches.  Ozlem heard Luis
grunt loudly just before he spewed four thick streams of semen
into her mouth.  Very quickly, her mouth hole filled to the brim,
and the remainder of the load spilled out and formed a thick cum
rope that dangled from her lips.  As the thick, white cum river
ran from her mouth, Mendez withdrew his still-spewing organ,
aimed, and creamed Ozlem's face with several more smaller jets of
cum.

  Ozlem's pussy exploded at the same moment that Luis ejaculated
in her mouth.  The contractions of her cunt seemed to increase in
intensity with each gush of cum that entered her mouth.  As soon
as Mendez's orgasm ebbed, he pushed Ozlem onto her back, ripped
off her panties and moved his head between the young woman's
gaping thighs to her still pulsing cunt.  A moment later, her
screams echoed through the suite as a male tongue began to probe
into her throbbing vagina and pleasure her convulsing clitoris.

    ======================================

  After seeing to their luggage, there was nothing else for Murat
to do but wait until his wife and Luis returned.  For almost an
hour, he wandered around the hotel, but was unable to concentrate
on anything other than what Mendez was probably doing to his
wife.  Finally, his rod got so hard, he had to sit because people
were beginning to stare at the tent it made in his pants.

  Near the end of the first hour, Murat remembered that he had a
pass key to the suite.  Mendez had given it to him when he went
up to look over the accommodations.  There was no way he could
resist.  He walked as quickly as possible to the elevator hoping
to get there before anyone noticed his throbbing erection.  He
didn't make it.  Two young girls saw him.  One pointed and both
girls giggled as he helplessly waited for the elevator, his face
red.

  The Hilton elevators were very fast, and in less than fifteen
seconds, he was on the 17th floor moving toward Mendez's suite. 
At the door, he paused, pressed his ear to the door, and
listened.  Although muted, he had no difficulty hearing his
wife's deep groans of passion, groans he had heard many times,
but probably not as loud nor as intense as those he was now
hearing.  He also noticed that her shrieks were coming rapidly,
but at regular intervals.  "God," he thought, "Mendez must be
fucking her really hard and fast."

  Slipping the pass key into the slot, he pushed and the green
entry light flashed.  The door opened effortlessly and silently.
The suite was arranged such that the door opened into a small
hallway that connected to the central, living room.  The
kitchenette was off to the left, and the huge bedroom to the
right.  The full bath connected to both the bedroom and to the
living area.

  With the bedroom door wide open, his wife's screams of passion
were now easily heard.

  "OOOHHH... UUNNGGHH... YESSSS... HARDER... OOOOHHH LIKE THAT! 
YES!  LIKE THAT!  FUCK ME, LUIS... FUCK MEEEEEEEE! 
AAAHHHHHHHH!!"

  Murat also heard the bedsprings protesting as his wife's body
was forced downward on the bed with each thrust of the cock into
her waiting cunt.  Mixed with his wife's groans and the squeaking
of the bedsprings, he heard intense, passion-filled, male grunts
each time Ozlem's vagina received cock.

  Peeking around the door, Murat's cock almost exploded in his
pants when he saw his wife on her back on the large bed with her
legs thrust straight up in the air where they spread into a huge
V.  Except for her black, high heels, she was naked.  Mendez
stood at the end of the bed hammering stroke after fuck stroke
into his wife's waiting cunt.

  The bedroom door was not that close to the bed, but the
bathroom door was.  Quickly, Murat entered the bathroom from the
living area.  Walking quietly to the door, he again looked at the
bed.  From this position, he actually see the cock entering and
leaving Ozlem's cunt hole.  He couldn't believe it.  Mendez was
almost twice his length and much thicker.  The volume of his cock
had to be 6 to 8 times his.  It was stretching his wife's opening
into a huge, round hole as it fucked in and out.

  Murat tore his pants open and frantically extracted his own
throbbing rod and began to jack off.  It was the first time he
had actually seen his wife being screwed.  He had fantasized
about it many times, but nothing he had ever imagined even came
close to the sensuous scene before his eyes.  His wife’s was now
screaming, her hips thrusting back against her lover almost as
hard as Luis was ramming her.  Suddenly, he heard his wife
scream:  "OH GOD!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!  FUCK ME, LUIS.  HARD!! 
PLEASE!! HARDER... FASTER... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

  Murat was close enough to see his wife's cunt contracting
around the huge male piston pumping deep inside her sex cylinder.
His prick jerked... he couldn't hold back... thick streams of
semen spewed out coating his hand, the bathroom door, and the
floor.

  Ozlem was emitting a continuous stream of female sighs and
moans, but Mendez didn't give her a moment to rest.  When Murat
again peeked around the door, he saw the powerful male body had
rolled them over so that his wife was now mounted on his thick
fuck stick.  Ozlem's ass was turned in his direction so he had a
perfect view of the cock pumping in and out of his wife's cunt. 
He was amazed to see that he was already hard again.

  Murat couldn't believe the length and girth of the Mendez's
cock.  Not only was it thick, but now that that he could see its
entire length each time he pulled from his wife's pussy, he
realized that it must be about 9 or 10 inches in length... just
huge!  And his wife was taking all of it into her cunt every time
she rammed her hips down on the male spike.  Each descent down
his shaft brought new grunts and shrieks of intense female
pleasure from his wife's throat.  Her face was a mask of pure
lust and passion.  Her mouth opened in a lust-filled grimace, her
eyes closed, and her tongue shot out and licked frantically at
her top lip.  She honked and grunted in another orgasm.

  Murat's hand flashed up and down his throbbing cock, jacking
off harder and faster than he had ever done before.  He couldn't
help himself.  The sight of his wife obeying Mendez's command to
fuck herself on his cock harder... faster... was so sensuously
erotic.  He knew he was going to cum soon.  He couldn't stop it.
Again his load spewed heavily against the bathroom door at the
nearly the same moment as Mendez's load spewed into the depths of
his wife's climaxing cunt hole.

  Immediately, Mendez turned Ozlem so that she was now riding his
cock in reverse position.  Murat could now see the huge organ
splitting his wife's cunt, her throbbing clitoris fully
protruding from its protective hood, and her tits bouncing wildly
as Luis hammered his organ in and out of her hole.  Murat
couldn't understand how he could remain hard after shooting off
the way he had.

  Afraid that he would be seen, Murat carefully moved back into
the living area intent on leaving.  Before he exited the suite,
however, he heard Ozlem again begging Mendez to make her cum
again.  Taking one more look into the bedroom, he saw saliva
running from the corners of his wife's mouth as she wailed and
begged.

  "OH YES!  USE ME, ANYWAY YOU WANT.  I'M YOURS...
AAAHHHHHHHHH... CUMMING...  I'M CUMMINGG!!  PLEASE KEEP FUCKING
ME... I'LL DO ANYTHING... JUST DON'T STOP.  AAAEEEIIIIIII!!"

===================================

First Night in New York:

  Dinner was excellent, and Ozlem was radiant.  It was hard for
Murat to believe that his wife had been fucked repeatedly by a
monster prick that afternoon.  She was glowing as she hung on
every word Mendez said.  In fact, she never took her eyes off him
except to guide food to her mouth.

  As they waited for dessert, which was a baked Alaska, Luis
said, "I hope you enjoyed the dinner, Ozlem.  I asked the chef to
prepare something outstanding for you."

  "It was wonderful," Ozlem gushed.

  "Look over the wine list, Ozlem, and pick us out something
delicious to go with our dessert."

  As Ozlem perused the wine directory, Mendez turned to Murat and
asked, "How about you, Murat?  Are you enjoying your vacation so
far?"

  Thinking about how hard he had cum watching his wife that
afternoon and how fantastic dinner had been, Murat said, "I
second my wife's comment.  It has been more than we ever
expected.  All due to you, Senor Mendez... oh.. I'm sorry... All
due to you, Luis.  Thank you."

  "My pleasure, Murat, my pleasure... I assure you," Mendez said
with sly smile.  Turning back to Ozlem, Mendez stared down the
top of her dress, which exposed at least half of her large
breasts.

  "And what you think about your wife's exotic attire this
evening, Murat?  I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am."

  "Oh yes!  It is hard for a woman to wear such clothing in our
country.  We're very conservative as you may know.  But I love
it!"

  While the threesome enjoyed dessert and the wine Ozlem has
chosen, Mendez asked, "Ozlem, how would you like to enjoy a swim
at the beach after dinner?"

  "At the beach?  I didn't know we were that close to the ocean
here... at least a part of the ocean where we can swim.  How is
it possible?"

  "The Hilton has a wide variety of surprises for its guests. 
They have an indoor pool with an artificial beach.  Shall we give
it a try?"

  Ozlem hesitated and then lowered her head.  Surprised, Mendez
leaned closer and said, "Is there a problem.  If you don't enjoy
swimming, that's not a problem.  I thought you might like to see
one of the only indoor "beaches" in the world."

  Blushing, Ozlem moved close to Luis and whispered in his ear,
"I'll do anything you say... I was just hoping that you intended
to take me back to the suite and use me again."

  Mendez whispered back, "Do you want to be used?"

  "By you... Ooohh yes!"

  Again Mendez whispered, "Then you shall be.  I intend to fuck
you through the night."

  Murat had been unable to hear any of the last exchanges between
his wife and Mendez, but he did see her body beginning to shudder
after Mendez's final comment.

  When dessert was finished, Mendez signed the bill with a
generous gratuities for their waiter, the Maitre D' and for the
head chef.  Ozlem saw the amounts and felt her body tremble not
only at the amount of money involved, but more so at the power
and the respect Mendez commanded.

  "Let's go back to the suite and dress for the beach," Mendez
commanded.

  In the end, Murat elected to sit in a beach chair and watch
while his wife and Luis frolicked in the sand and water.  He had
never seen the swim suit his wife was wearing.  The material
looked like leopard skin.  The top of her suit covered less than
half of her large, thrusting tits.  Her nipples were just barely
covered and part of one of her areolas was even visible.  The
bottom was a little more than a thong but less than the usual
bikini.  She looked like distilled sex in the suit.

  The suit Mendez wore was obscene.  His tight, spandex briefs
struggled in an effort to contain his huge cock, which was
perfectly outlined by the elastic material of the suit.  Ozlem
and all the other women at the indoor beach could not take their
eyes off his awesome bulge and his perfectly molded, muscled
body.  His dark complexion added to his masculine sex appeal.
Ozlem's pussy was wet.  So were the pussies of every other woman
there.  Mendez could have fucked any of them, but Murat knew it
was his wife who would receive his organ tonight.

---------------------------

  Luis and Ozlem enjoyed the beach and swim for nearly an hour
before Mendez called a half and indicated that it was time to
return to the suite.  Ozlem took his arm as he led her toward the
elevators, leaving Murat to collect their towels.

  When everyone was back in the suite, Mendez announced, "I have
made reservations for a limo to pick us up at the front of the
hotel in 20 minutes.  We're going to an exclusive after hours
club.  Members only.  I think you will find it an erotic and an
enjoyable experience.  Hurry.  Get dressed.  Ozlem, I had some
new outfits delivered from Victoria's Secret.  They're in your
closet.  Select something casual and revealing."

  "Am I invited?" Murat asked.

  "Of course!  You're Ozlem husband.  We don't go anywhere
without you.  I think you will enjoy dancing with your wife
tonight more than you have in a long time.  Get dressed. 
Remember... casual.  No ties, no coats, etc."

  When Ozlem came out, both men stared at her exotic outfit.  As
Mendez had ordered, it was casual and exotic.  Her white blouse
had only one button that fastened below her tits exposing a sexy
purple bra and exposed half her breasts.  Her black mini-skirt
ended slightly above mid-thigh.  She was wearing dark supporting
hose.  After looking over his wife's sexy outfit, Murat asked in
a awed voice, "Are you wearing any panties under that skirt?"

  "Would you mind if I weren't?" Ozlem teased.

  "Well...  I don't know.  I'm not... eh... sure."

  "Doesn't it turn you on just a little to think about your
wife's cunt being naked under this short little skirt, Darling?"

  "Oh god," Murat whispered.

  "Well, I'm not going to tell you if I'm wearing panties or not.
 You'll just have to check for yourself.  Luis did.  He knows if
I'm wearing panties.  Maybe he'll tell you if you ask him."

--------------------------

  The ambiance of the private club was sexy and exotic.  Alone,
Ozlem and Murat would never have gained admission, but as
Mendez's guests, the management rolled out the red carpet for
them.  They had an excellent table near the dance floor with a
private waiter assigned to just their table.

  At first, Ozlem was nervous about her revealing dress, but when
she looked around the room at the other women, she realized that
she was dressed on the conservative side.  Some of the women were
wearing transparent blouses with no bra.  Others had on skirts
that weren't long enough to conceal their panties.  If anything,
she felt overdressed.

  After ordering drinks, Mendez rose, extended his hand, and
said, "May I have this dance, Ozlem?"

  Murat's wife didn't even look at him when she rose and followed
her lover onto the dance floor.  For the first time, Murat looked
at the couples on the floor.  Almost without exception, the
women's bodies were being explored freely by their male partners.
 Scanning the other tables, he saw women in various stages of
undress being fondled and stroked.  His cock hardened into a
stiff erection.

  When he again scanned the dance floor, he saw his wife in a
tight embrace with Mendez.  Her breasts were crushed against his
chest while his hands were cupping his wife's ass pulling her
forcefully against his huge cock.  Murat was nearly certain that
Mendez's cock was hard and erect again.

  As he continued to watch, he saw Mendez's hands moving under
his wife's short skirt.  Slowly, her skirt inched higher and
higher on her thighs until her ass was exposed.  Murat was
relieved to see that she was wearing panties after all.

  When Mendez and Ozlem returned to the table, his wife was
panting, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.  They ordered
another round of drinks, but before the drinks arrived, a man
approached the table and asked Ozlem if she would like to dance.

  Not knowing how to respond to such an invitation, she looked
helplessly at Mendez.  He leaned closer and whispered, "Do you
want to dance with him, Ozlem?  He will feel you and caress you
if you do."

  "Should I?" she asked.

  "Only if you wish to be wet and excited by the time the dance
is over," Luis replied.  "Do you?"

  "I already am from dancing with you."

  "He will enjoy feeling your wetness and excitement.  Go dance
one song with him."

  Ozlem rose and took the man's arm as Mendez had ordered.  Murat
was nervous.  "Will she be all right?  I mean... do you know this
man?"

  "No.  I don't know him at all, but he knows who I am.  You may
be certain of that, and he knows that you and Ozlem are my
guests.  I assure you that your wife is completely safe.  Of
course, she will be thoroughly caressed and stroked and wildly
excited by the time he returns her to the table, but that, after
all, is to our benefit is it not?  Look, it has already begun."

  Murat's head jerked around as his eyes searched the dance
floor.  He saw his wife in the arms of the unknown man.  Her
skirt was up around her hips with male hands exploring her ass. 
He could see her grinding her mound against his organ in her
frenzy.  Murat watched them the entire song.  Halfway through,
his wife's blouse was opened and spread apart.  A minute or so
before the song ended, her bra was pulled down exposing both of
her breasts right there on the dance floor.  Murat saw several
other men checking out his wife's tits.  He was so hot he wanted
to masturbate.

  Once Ozlem was back at the table, Mendez suggested she remove
her bra entirely as it was serving now useful function bunched
around her waist as it was.  She unhooked it and tossed it to her
husband.  Throughout the next couple of drinks Ozlem sat bare
breasted at the table while the waiters of a variety of men
enjoyed the sight of her large breasts.

  Mendez moved his chair beside Murat's and said softly enough
that Ozlem couldn't hear, "If you wish to excite your wife and
make her want you tonight, I suggest you take her onto the dance
floor.  While you dance, remove her skirt.  Just let it fall to
the floor, I will have our waiter retrieve it.  Then, before the
number ends, remove her panties.  Drop her panties on the floor.
We shall leave them there.  When the song is over, have her bend
over so the others in the room can inspect her ass and pussy. 
Then, return to the table and we will leave immediately.  You
wife will be hotter than you have ever seen her.  She will
require cock desperately.  We must not make her wait. 
Understand?"

  Murat felt like he might cum in his pants at any moment.  "Are
you certain my wife will permit this?"

  "Without a doubt.  She wants to be naked... most women want
that... they're just too afraid to do what is most natural for
them.  But here, in this private club, their inhibitions vanish."

  Ten minutes later, Ozlem, naked save for her heels and
stockings, was bending over supporting herself on a table top. 
Her ass and cunt were on full display to over two dozen men and
an equal number of women who were either attracted to the
sensuous woman or envious of her, or both.

  As Mendez led a still nearly naked Ozlem out of the club, she
never asked for her skirt or blouse back from her husband. 
Mendez told her wait beside the curb until the limo arrived.  She
did as he instructed, and when the limo did arrive, she walked
slowly to its side naked and waited there for the chauffeur to
open the door for her.

==================================

  Before arriving at the Hilton, Murat handed Ozlem's skirt and
blouse back to her.  He had started to hand her the bra was well,
but Mendez had ordered, "No Bra!".  Her panties were long gone, a
souvenir in some man's pocket.  As the party walked through the
hotel lobby, Ozlem's big, unfettered breasts bobbed and swung
attracting the attention of most of the males and half the
females in the lobby.  They would have all looked if they had
known that her cunt was naked beneath the mini-skirt.

  Once inside their suite, Ozlem stripped naked immediately and
crawled into one of the two double beds, the same one she and
Luis had used that afternoon.  Mendez stripped almost as fast as
Ozlem had.  When he approached the bed, she dog-walked on her
hands and knees to the bed's edge where she awaited his iron-hard
phallus.  Moving up to the bed, he again gave her the command she
had first heard that afternoon, "SUCK!"

  Once again, Ozlem's pussy throbbed and gushed at the sight of
the huge male organ, rigid, hard, and leaking precum, and the
hard, toned, beautiful body of its owner.  She sank her head down
the throbbing shaft taking 5 inches, 4 in her mouth and one in
her throat.  She did it easily this time.  For good measure, she
pushed two more inches of cock down her throat.  Murat could see
his wife's throat bulging where Mendez's big cock head was
lodged.

  She continued to suck her owner (as she now thought of him)
until he ordered, "Stop.  That's enough.  Time for bed.  You can
leave the lights on, Murat if you wish to watch."

  Murat, now naked crawled into the other bed.  He elected to
leave one small desk lamp on; the rest he extinguished.  Once in
bed, he lay on his side watching his wife and Mendez in the
opposite bed.  His wife was nearest to him.  She was facing him
with her Lover behind her in spoon position.  Ozlem pulled the
covers up to their shoulders.

  After a few minutes, he saw his wife's body slowly beginning to
undulate... to squirm in the bed.  Her eyes were closed.  As the
minutes passed, the bed covers began to move back and forth with
ever increasing amplitude and frequency.  Ozlem's mouth opened...
a moment later, her tongue moved out and began to rotate in the
air, pausing occasionally to lick her lips.  Bedsprings began to
squeak as his wife's body was jarred back and forth.

  Finally:  "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh...  Harder, Darling.  Please...
harder... fuck me harder... mmmmmmmmmmmmm... yes, yes, yes!! 
Ohhh I LOVE THAT!"

  Murat's cock hardened into a ramrod... except there was nothing
for him to ram with it except his hand.  He jacked off furiously
watching his wife's body move as she was fucked beneath the
covers.

  "I'm cumming... I'm cummingg, Darling... Shoot it into me,
Master.  Fuck your hot cunt slave... fill my pussy!"   Then a
moment later, "OOOOHHHHHHHHHH... you're shooting it
innnnnnnnnnn." She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. 
"He's cumming in me, Murat.  OOOOHHHH GOD!  He's still shooting
cum into me.  He's cumming in my married cunt...
aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

  When the action quieted on the other bed, Murat asked his wife,
"I'm so hot and hard, Ozlem.  May I fuck you?"

  "You have to ask Luis, Honey.  He's in charge of my body."

  "Luis," Murat stammered.  "May I fuck Ozlem?  I'm so hard it
hurts."

  "Of you can have sex with your wife.  Ozlem, go over to the
other bed and relieve your husband like a good wife."  Before she
slid from beneath the covers, Luis whispered in her ear, "Make
him cum as fast as you can... drain him... then come back to bed
with me."  Ozlem nodded.

  Moving to the other bed, she spread out on her back, knees up
and spread, both hands holding her pussy open for her husband. 
Frantically, he mounted his wife, his cock jerking wildly with
need.  Staring down between his wife's thighs, he saw the gaping
hole of her stretched pussy.  Copious streams of semen were
running out down her crack onto the bed.  The sheet was already
wet with their juices.

  Throwing himself into her sex saddle like a wild man, Murat
sank his six-inch dick into the gaping maw of her cunt.  He was
all the way into her on the first stroke.  Grunting like a bull,
he rammed his surging cock in and out of his wife.  She raised
her legs and locked them about his driving butt.  "OOOHH yeah,
Baby.  Fuck your hot whore wife.  Shoot your hot load into me,
Stud.  Breed me!  She worked the muscles of cunt around her
husband's plunging dick, squeezing him while hammering her hips
up to meet his every stroke.  In less than a minute of wild
fucking, Murat came, shooting several thick streams of semen into
his wife's hot pussy.

  Ozlem waited until Murat's body became still on top of hers. 
As she slid from beneath his weight, she said, "That was
terrific, Honey.  Sleep well.  Good night."

--------------------

12:30 AM:

  After his intense orgasm, Murat fell in an exhausted sleep for
over an hour.  Somewhat after midnight, he was awakened by the
sounds of female moans.  Gradually his eyes opened, and he turned
his head toward the other bed.  In the light of the small lamp
from the desk, he saw Ozlem on her all fours with Mendez mounted
on her from behind.  Her body rocked back and forth as the cock
thrust into her body.  She was facing more or less away from him
and he thankfully saw that Mendez was fucking her cunt, not her
ass.

  Her fists were closed about the bedcovers... her eyes were
clenched shut, and her mouth was twisted into a grimace caused by
the intense pleasure the huge cock was giving her.  Her soft
moans were continuous until they were interrupted by the deep
grunts of her orgasm.  Mendez fucked her relentlessly, driving
his sex spear into her cunt again and again.  His wife took all
of his shaft on every thrust.  The span of time between her
orgasms grew shorter and shorter until she seemed to be in a near
continuous orgasm.  Finally, she collapsed onto the bed,
exhausted and gasping for breath.  Mendez continued to screw the
shuddering woman until he growled and emptied his cum into
Ozlem's throbbing vagina.

--------------------

2:00 AM:

  "UUNN!  UUNN!  UUNN! UUNN!  UUNN!  UUNN! UUNN!  UUNN!  UUNN!"

  The sounds woke Murat.  When his eyes opened, all he saw on the
other bed was the wide expanse of his wife's ass rising and
falling on Mendez's huge sex spike.  All ten inches was
disappearing into Ozlem's vagina every time she impaled herself
on his rod.  Her grunts... UUNN!  UUNN!  UUNN! ... came each time
the huge prick thudded into the bottom of her cunt.

  The erotic sight quickly got Murat hard again.  He began to
jack off under the covers as he watched his wife fucking herself
on the satyr's huge cock.  When he heard his wife moan into her
lover's ear, "I'm cumming, Master.  I'm cumming again.  Cum
inside me.  Shoot it into me.", Murat also came.  His load coated
the underside of the covers.

-------------------- 3:30 AM:

  "Ooohhhh fuck me harder, Master.  Make me cum!"

  Murat's tired eyes opened to see his wife again mounted on the
giant cock.  The only difference from the previous fucking he had
watched was that she was now mounted on him facing his feet.  His
wife was bent over her lover's legs so that he had a very clear
view of Luis' cock driving in and out of his wife's pussy.

  He wanted to stay awake and watch, but he was just too tired. 
The last thing he heard before descending into sleep was, "Take
it, you luscious Bitch!  I'm cumming in you again!"

--------------------

4:30 AM:

  The bedsprings were being pounded so hard, there was no way
Murat could possibly sleep.  This time, Ozlem was mounted on the
cock in reverse position.  She was facing him, the cock hammering
in and out of her widely stretched vaginal opening.  Mendez held
her tits and was using them as handles to ram her body down on
his sex prong as he drove it upward into the depths of her pussy.

  Ozlem was making incoherent babbling sounds now.  She had been
fucked almost the entire night, yet she was still in the midst of
another intense orgasm.  Her body was trembling as she came.  The
huge cock hammered in and out of her until it unleashed another
gush of semen into her hole.

--------------------

9:30 AM:

  When Murat awoke again, it was about half past nine.  The
couple in the other bed were asleep for once.  Rising, he dragged
himself into the bathroom where he shaved and relieved himself. 
Then, he took a long, hot shower, just standing beneath the
nozzle letting the water cascade over his body.  It was nearly
10:30 AM when he finally emerged feeling much better.

  Mendez and Ozlem were no longer asleep.  The stud was fucking
his wife in missionary position.  Mendez held her legs up, back,
and wide open with his hands beneath each knee.  In this
position, the entire expanse of his wife's cunt was exposed and
in perfect fucking position.  The monster cock was rapidly
slugging in and out of her hole with each stroke sinking to very
bottom of her cunt until his balls were slapping against her
upturned ass.

  Ozlem howled like a bitch in heat as she was fucked.  One
moment she was moaning... the next she was grunting... the grunts
then turned to howls and shrieks as she came.  Mendez fucked her
for nearly 20 minutes until he poured still another load of cum
into her body.

  When he was finished, he pulled is dick out of her pussy,
smiled at Murat, and went into the bathroom.  A short time later,
Murat heard the shower running.  His wife was still gasping on
the bed, too exhausted to move.

  Looking at her fucked out body, Murat's cock hardened.  Not
wanting to jack off still another time, he climbed onto the
wrecked bed with his wife and mounted her.  When he pushed his
cock into her pussy, he felt virtually no friction she was so
stretched and full of cum.  She hardly moved as he tried to fuck
her.  Except for an occasional soft moan, she was silent. 
Finally, he gave up without reaching an orgasm.

================================

Second Day:

  It was almost 11 AM before Ozlem, Murat, and Mendez arrived in
the dining room for breakfast.  After Mendez had ordered for
himself and Ozlem, the waiter took Murat order.

  Everyone had dressed casually for breakfast.  Ozlem was wearing
a black T-shirt that was struggling to contain her large breasts.
 Mendez surveyed the young woman's thrusting breasts so frankly,
she blushed under his stare and lowered her head, but at the same
time, she pulled her shoulders back to thrust her breasts toward
Mendez.

  "I have an excellent day planned for us today.  I'm sure you
will both enjoy it," Mendez commented with a smile.  "Ozlem and I
 will spend the first part of the day in a special outing that
will take about an hour.  Afterwards, we shall return for you. 
The rest of the afternoon will be a guided tour in my personal
limo of the sights of New York City.  We shall visit the Statue
of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Grant's Tomb, Central Park
and the Children's Zoo, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art. 
Dinner will be at 8 PM.  At 9:30 PM, we have reservations at an
exclusive club of which I am a charter member and honorary
president."

  "What's this special outing with Ozlem about?" Murat inquired.

  "Let's have it be a surprise, Murat."

  When breakfast arrived, Ozlem ate in silence with her head
lowered... embarrassed to look at her husband but still
enormously excited by the incredible sex of the previously
evening.  Her pussy was a little sore, but the intense pleasure
she had experienced when impaled on Mendez's magnificent cock
made it more than worth the present, slight discomfort. 
Secretly, she hoped that Mendez would use her pussy again during
their "special outing".

  Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Mendez asked her a
question.  "What.  I'm sorry, but I didn't hear your question,
Luis."

  "I asked you about the stranger with whom you danced at the
club last night.  I'm sure you remember him.  He caressed and
stroked your buttocks on the dance floor, and later, he removed
your bra and exposed both of your breasts."

  "Yes... I remember.  What about him," Ozlem replied in low
voice.

  "Did he ask you for sex?" Mendez inquired.

  Ozlem's face flushed, keenly aware that her husband was
listening to her every word.  "Yes, Luis.  He asked me to have
sex with him.  He said there were many rooms on the second floor
for that purpose."

  "That's true, but you didn't provide him sex.  Why not?"

  There was a noticeable hesitation before Ozlem said, "I didn't
have your permission, and the man did not insist.  He accepted my
refusal without objection."

  "What if he had refused to accept your refusal but simply
informed you that you have gotten his organ hard and now you were
required to service it, as is generally expected of a woman?"

  "In that case, I would have had to tell you that I had given
the man an erection and that he was demanding that I service it.
I would have asked your permission to do so."

  Mendez nodded his approval.  "Your wife is a superb woman,
Murat.  You are a lucky man."  Turning his attention back to
Ozlem, Mendez asked, "How many men have fucked you since you and
Murat were married, other than your husband, of course."

  When Ozlem didn't respond, Mendez commented, "Well, Murat,
since your lovely wife didn't say 'one', it must be more than
that wouldn't you say that's correct?"

  "Yes... that would seem to be correct, but I know it must be
only one.  Just you Luis."

  "I'm sure you're wrong, Murat.  Someone else besides myself has
been between your wife's thighs.  Isn't that right, Ozlem?"  When
Murat's wife remained silent, Mendez spoke sharply.  "Answer me,
Ozlem.  When I ask you a question, you will answer.  Is that
clear?"

  "Yes... Luis.  It is clear.  It won't happen again.  I promise.
 "  For the first time since she sat down for breakfast, Ozlem
looked directly at Luis, a very sly smile crossing her face, and
said, "I've been with two other men besides you."

  Murat, who had been in the process of swallowing, choked badly.
 He coughed uncontrollably for almost a minute before he regained
sufficient control to stammer, "But who?  What men have had their
rod in you, Ozlem?"

  Again with a sly smile, Ozlem spoke to Luis, "Should I tell him
too or would you prefer that I tell you separately?  I will tell
you anything."

  "I think your husband will be consumed with curiosity if we
keep him in the dark, Ozlem.  Tell us both now."

  "Yes, Sir.  As you wish."  Ozlem turned to face her husband and
said softly, "I'm sure you remember Mr. Mustafa Yilmaz, my
supervisor who asked me lunch."

  "But," Murat protested, "I told you to refuse his invitation."

  "And I did.  At first, he seemed to accepted my refusal.  I
was, to be truthful, surprised, shocked, and disappointed.  I had
assumed that as a powerful man he would have had a way to
persuade me otherwise.  Luis would have had no problem.

  "A week passed before Mustafa approached me again.  This time
he did not ask me to lunch... he just told me to close the office
an hour early, that we were going to lunch.  I started to refuse,
but he held up his hand and said 'Be quiet!  I do not wish to
hear another one of your silly refusals!'  I did as he ordered
and said no more."

  "But why didn't you tell me?" her husband said in protest.

  "Because I enjoyed the 'lunch'... a lot.  He was very
dominant."

  "He fucked you?" Murat asked, still unable to believe what he
was hearing.

  "After lunch, he took me to his private apartment where he
enjoyed my body for over an hour.  Since then, he has taken me
there many times.  He gives me no choice.  He is my boss."

  Ozlem fell silent and again looked down when she finished her
story.  Mendez questioned, "And the second man?  Who was he?"

  "Last summer Murat and I went to a beach resort for a few days.
 On one afternoon, he went water skiing while I sunned myself on
the beach.  I was alone and when the handsome, young lifeguard
got off duty, he joined me.  An hour later, we were in his rooms
having sex.  It was just that one time."

  "I'm impressed, Ozlem.  It's time for our brief outing.  Go
upstairs and put on the clothing I've laid out on the bed and
rejoin me in the parking garage, lower floor, as soon as
possible.  Murat, you're on your own for an hour or so.  The limo
will pick us up at 1 PM for the tour."

----------------------------

  Mendez was waiting anxiously for Ozlem when she finally
arrived.  "I'm very sorry, Luis.  I got lost and had to ask for
directions twice."

  Mendez smiled indulgently.  "Not a problem."  He looked
approvingly at Ozlem's erotic dress.  The skin-tight brown blouse
and black skirt just barely covered her ass.  In fact, if it was
rucked up just slightly, her panties became visible.  In
addition, the blouse showed a generous amount of her ample
cleavage.  "You look delicious.  A perfect outfit for were we are
going," Luis commented.

  The couple got into Mendez's blue convertible that he kept
stored in the hotel's valet parking lot for occasions when he was
in New York.  A moment later, the powerful car was making its way
north toward the top of Manhattan Island.

  Ozlem was surprised when Mendez pulled the car into the parking
lot of a business whose sign advertised "Exotic Images". A moment
later, Mendez was leading Murat's wife inside where a well
dressed man rose and came over to meet them.

  "Welcome back, Senor Mendez.  It has been several months since
I've seen you.  It's always a pleasure when you visit my humble
establishment.  How can I help you today?"

  "And I am always pleased to be here, Miguel.  Ozlem, may I
introduce Senor Miguel Lopez.  Miguel and I have known each other
for years.  He does he best work in the business.  Miguel, this
is Senora Ozlem Ercan.  She's from Turkey.  This is her first
visit to New York."

  Miguel bowed and gently kissed Ozlem's hand.  "It's always a
great pleasure for me to meet such a beautiful young woman. 
Welcome to 'Exotic Images', Senora."

  Turning to Mendez, Miguel asked, "What is your pleasure,
Senor?"

  "I think on the buttocks an encircled red.  On the front,
perhaps black superimposed on a red circle."

  "Excellent choice, Luis... excellent!  I will make certain both
you and Senora Ercan are pleased with the result.  The letter is
to be the usual?"

  "I think so... yes.  The usual 'M' will be fine."

  Ozlem was puzzled by the conversation.  "What is going to
happen, Luis?"

  Smiling, Mendez turned to her.  "You are mine now, Ozlem.  I
always brand my women with my initial, 'M'.  Miguel is the best
artist in the business.  He will use a local anesthetic.  There
will be no pain... only beauty that marks you as mine.  Disrobe!"

  "Everything?" Ozlem questioned.

  "Except your heels.  Leave them on."

  It didn't take but a few moments for Ozlem to strip off her
blouse, short skirt, bra, and panties.  By the time she had
finished, both men had stiff erections.  "This way, my Dear,"
Miguel said as he opened the door to the rear of his tattoo
parlor.

  "I am to be branded with your mark?" Ozlem asked as she walked
beside Mendez to the rear of the shop.

  "Yes.  One brand on your buttocks, another on your mound above
your clitoris.  Both brands will be the letter 'M' enclosed in a
circle, either open or red.  Get into the lounge chair on your
knees.  Arch your buttocks so Miguel has room to work."

  Ozlem's body shuddered.  She could feel her juices seeping from
her excited vagina.  She climbed onto the chair's padded seat on
her knees.  "That's correct, Ozlem," Miguel encouraged.  "Now
bend over and thrust your beautiful ass in my direction, please."

  She did as he instructed.  Once in position, not only were her
buttocks elevated, her wet, delectable slit was also on display.
Droplets of moisture were seeping from the sensuous, hot opening
to her body.  Miguel stared at her pussy slit and then smiled at
Mendez.  Mendez returned the smile as he made a circle with the
fingers of his left hand and thrust two fingers of his right hand
in and out of the circle.

  "I'm going to inject some local anesthetic, Ozlem.  It will
sting just a bit.  After that, there will be no pain.  The
tattooed brand was very simple, and Miguel finished quickly. 
"You may look now, Ozlem."  Miguel held two mirrors in place so
that the young woman could see Mendez's brand now on her right
buttock.

  "Ooohhhh... it is very attractive," she whispered.  Then to
Mendez, "Others will now know that I have an owner."

  "Yes... they will," Mendez responded.  "Now turn over and sit
in the chair.  Open your legs wide, Ozlem."

  When she was again in position for the placement of the brand
on her mound, her wet cunt gaped open exposing its moist
interior.  Both men stared into the inviting sex pit.  Once
again, Miguel worked his magic on her mound.  This time her brand
was small red circle with a black letter 'M' within.  Again, it
was beautifully done.

  By the time Miguel finished, Ozlem was have trouble keeping her
hips still.  Her pussy was throbbing, and the fact that the two
men were watching her throb excited her to pulse and throb even
harder.

  Miguel again sterilized the area and applied ointment to soothe
the tissue.  "It will be sensitive for a short while, but it will
soon pass."

  Mendez handed Miguel two $100 bills, and graciously declined
when Miguel tried to return one of them as overpayment.  "You do
excellent work, my Friend, and you're always available to help
me.  Please accept the payment as indication of my appreciation.
Miguel smiled and pocketed the money.

  Ozlem had already put on her panties and skirt and was about to
fasten her bra, but Mendez put up his hand to stop her.  "Do you
wish to fuck her, my Friend.  She is incredibly good, I assure
you."

  Miguel's answer was a foregone conclusion.  Turning to Ozlem,
Mendez said, "Ozlem, please pleasure my good friend Miguel. 
There is no hurry.  I will wait in the car.  When you are
finished, join me there."  With that, Mendez shook Miguel's and
exited the parlor.

  As Mendez walked out the door, Ozlem smiled and moved back into
Miguel work area.  She reclined on large white couch that matched
the chair she had occupied earlier and waited.  As the Latino
quickly removed his clothes, Ozlem opened her legs and let her
fingers slide up and down the length of her panty-covered sex
slit.  Miguel's eyes never strayed from the delectable sight
between her legs.  By the time he moved onto the couch with her,
his organ was throbbing and fully erect.

  Ozlem was delighted when Miguel decided to spend time caressing
and sucking her nipples.  By the time he moved his mouth
downward, her hips were already thrusting upward in sexual
invitation.  Ozlem felt her panties being pulled aside... an
instant later she felt a soft, moist tongue caressing her inner
thighs and her labia.  Desperately, she thrust her loins against
the wet probe trying to force it into her folds and onto her near
bursting clitoris.

  When the tongue finally found the engorged bud at the top of
her sex trench, Ozlem wailed in hot passion.  Her clitoris began
to throb under the action of Miguel's skilled tongue.  He had
gotten many a woman off with the action of his tongue, and he
knew that this beauty was going to be no exception.  Her clit
contracted in a hard spasm each time he licked the length of its
engorged shaft.  Her hips thrust upward until her ass was
elevated off the couch by almost a foot.  He sucked her clit into
his mouth and lashed its tip forcing her hips to gyrate and dance
in the air.  Her vagina contracted in a spasm causing it to
whoosh air.  Pushing two fingers into her cunt, she howled and
came.

  Miguel backed off, and removed Ozlem's panties.  He tossed them
on the floor and watched as her vagina and clit throbbed.  Miguel
thought that there might be a more erotic sight in the world, but
if so, he couldn't imagine what it might be.

  Gazing up through passion-glazed eyes, Ozlem moaned, "Fuck Me!
Fuck me Now!"

  With practiced ease, Miguel lowered his body into her sex
saddle as she spread wide to give him total access to her core. 
"Lift your legs, Senora.  Present your cunt to me," Miguel
ordered. Smiling seductively, Ozlem used her hands to pull her
legs up and back, lifting her hips in the process so that the
opening to her throbbing and needy cunt was directly in line with
Miguel’s iron-hard cock.

  Taking a moment to savor the sight of the dark beauty's wet
cuntal opening, he carefully fitted the big helmet of his weapon
into her cunt.  He loved the way this woman moaned in
appreciation as his shaft sank into her and stretched her vagina
wide open.  The deeper he sank into her, the louder she groaned
until, finally, his pubic bone thudded against her engorged,
sensitive clitoris, and the cock head caressed her cervix. 
"AAHHHHH... YES!  You're in meeee!  Please... Now... Fuck Me! 
Fuck me HARD!"

  Miguel fucked the moaning woman steadily for ten minutes...
slowly at first as she begged him to give it to her harder...
faster.  When he did give it to her the way she wanted, he was
certain that Mendez and the people on the street could hear her
screams of orgasm.  The intense contractions of Ozlem's cunt were
too much.  Even with his experience, this woman was ripping the
cum from his balls.

  "I am not wearing a condom, Senora.  I will withdraw and cream
your face and mouth."

  "Anywhere, Miguel.  Anywhere!  You may cum inside my pussy if
you wish."

  Miguel flushed with masculine pride, but decided to ejaculate
on Ozlem's face and into her mouth.  Two minutes later, Mendez's
new sex slave had swallowed two large gushes of his semen, and
her face, tongue, and tits were coated with several more.

================================

  The sightseeing tour that afternoon was a delight for both
Murat and Ozlem.  Mendez had Ozlem dress conservatively for
summer in New York in a pair of shorts, tank top, and tennis
shoes.

  Their first stop was the Metropolitan Museum of Art.  Ozlem was
an amateur artist and the three of them spent over two hours
touring all the exhibits in the museum.  Next on the agenda was a
trip to the observation tower of the Empire State Building, which
provided a breathtaking view of the city.  Ozlem was attracting a
considerable amount of male attention, but, due to her
conservative attire, not as much as the previous evening.

  After leaving the Empire State Building, they journeyed to
Central Park for a walking tour of much of the grounds and the
Children's Zoo.  While in the park, Mendez had Ozlem mount a
stone wall in one of the park's many wooded area so he could take
some photographs.  "Put one foot up on the wall, Ozlem, and let
the other dangle off the wall to the side," Mendez instructed.

  When Ozlem was in the pose he wanted, Mendez snapped several
digital photographs.  If she had been wearing a more revealing
dress or skirt, the pose would have been very erotic with her
legs opened as wide as they were.  In her shorts, it was just
mildly suggestive.

  Everyone was tired by the time they left the park, but Mendez
insisted that they see and climb the Statue of Liberty.  On the
way to the battery in the limo, Mendez handed Ozlem a bag and
said, "Change into this outfit before we reach the stature,
Ozlem."

  A few days previously, she would have refused to undress in
front of the two men and the driver, but no longer.  She unzipped
her shorts, removed her tank top, and then took off the tennis
shoes.  Since she wore no bra, her only remaining clothing was a
black thong.  Inside the bag, she found a white midriff top and a
very abbreviated micro-mini skirt that failed to cover all of her
buttocks.  The only other item in the bag was a pair of black
heels.

  On the ferry to Liberty Island where the Statue of Liberty
stands, Mendez took Ozlem to one side and said, "After we tour
the grounds, I want you to use this pass to go inside the
monument.  I will follow a short distance behind.  Climb the
spiral staircase inside for a couple of flights and then return.
If anyone asks, just say you're too tired to make the climb to
the top.

  "In this skirt, whoever is behind me will see everything."

  "Yes, they will.  That's the idea."

  When Ozlum later made the climb as Mendez had ordered, a half
dozen males all had a wonderful view of her ass and most of her
pussy, but none approached her.

=======================================

Second Day:  The Masters and Slaves Club:

  After returning to the hotel, Mendez informed Murat that he and
Ozlem were going to an exclusive club after dinner, and that he
could come as his guest if he wished.

  "Great.  Is it a club like last night?" Murat asked.

  "No.  It's very different.  I should tell you a little about it
because you may prefer not to come along.  If that's your choice,
I have box seats at a baseball game in Yankee stadium that you
may like or a similar seats at the biggest hit stage play on
Broadway.  You can go to either.  Your choice."

  "Ok.  What's the club?"

  "It's a very private club of which I'm a charter member and
currently a member of the governing board.  It's called 'The
Odessa Club'.  Basically, it's a club for Masters and their sex
slaves.  Normally, each Master must be a member and he must bring
one or more of his sex slaves to gain admission.  However, as a
charter member and a member of the Board of Directors, I have
special privileges, one of which is that I can bring a guest who
does not have a sex slave.  That would be you, Murat, if you
chose to come along."

  "What happens at the club?"

  "A very wide variety of sex games.  Bondage, discipline, S&M. 
Essentially, the Masters enjoy sex with the slaves.  Tonight,
Ozlem will be my sex slave at the club."

  "You can have sex with her here in the suite... why go to the
club for that?"

  "There will be many slaves at the club, Murat, and Ozlem will
be pleasuring several Masters... not just me.  Do you wish to go
along?  By the way, as a guest, you have the temporary status of
Master for the evening, so all the slaves will also be serving
your desires."

  "I... I... well, I'm not sure.  How do you know that Ozlem will
go?  Have you asked her?"

  "Of course not.  Masters do not ask slaves what they want. 
Slaves are just informed of what is required of them.  But, if
you wish, why don't you ask her?  She's in the living area
relaxing.    I'll take a shower and get ready for dinner so you
can be alone."  Mendez turned and walked into the bathroom.

  Murat hesitated, not certain as to what to do.  He realized
that he had an erection from listening to Mendez describe the
Odessa Club.  He went into the den where his wife was relaxing
with a soft drink.

  "Ozlem, will you tell me what happened when you and Mendez went
out alone earlier today?"

  "Of course I will, Darling.  He took me to a tattoo parlor and
had me branded."

  "Branded?  What do you mean?"

  "Just what I said.  I have a big red 'M' on my buttocks to
brand me as Mendez's slave.  You see... 'M' for 'Mendez'.  I also
have a similar brand right above my pussy."

  Murat was stunned and more than a little distressed.  "But...
but," he stammered, "I don't want..."

  "What don't you want, Murat?" his wife said, interrupting his
stammering.

  "I don't want ... want my wife branded.  Please," he begged.

  "I'm sorry, Darling, but I have to be branded.  My sex holes
now belong to Mendez.  You have a marriage certificate to show
that I am your wife.  Surely you must understand that Mendez must
have something to show that my cunt, my tits, my ass belong to
him.  I have to be branded with his mark of ownership."

  "But... but I'm your husband," Murat protested.

  "Yes... absolutely!  You're my husband and I love you, but I'm
also Luis' sex slave.  I don't love him like I love you, but my
cunt loves him... my asshole loves him... my mouth loves his big
cock and they all belong to him whenever he's around and wishes
to use them.  I hope you can understand, Darling.  I can't help
it.  When he just looks at me, my pussy gets wet and begins to
throb.  When his cock enters me, I cum almost immediately.  Much
harder than I ever have with you.  Do you not want your wife to
enjoy such exquisite, intense pleasure?"

  "But Why?" he cried.

  "Because I am helpless around dominant, virile males who intend
to insert their huge cocks into me, Darling.  It is a woman's
duty to satisfy such men."

  "Well, Mendez isn't the only dom male around.  What about other
dominant men?"
  "Murat, I'm afraid that your wife just can't resist any
confident, dominant, virile, sensuous man.  Yilmaz, my boss, is
confident and dominant... so he fucks me whenever he wishes at
work.  I can't resist.  And the lifeguard on the beach that
afternoon, he was confident, handsome, and dom.  When he told me
to get on the bed and spread my legs, I was powerless to resist
him."

  Murat's erection got even harder as his wife confessed her
inability to resist dominant males.  "Has Mendez told you about
the 'Odessa Club' tonight?"

  "Oh yes.  In great detail, Darling."

  "Do you want to go?"

  "Did you listen to what I just told you.  Mendez has told me
that we're going and that I will serve as his sex slave.  There's
no way I could possibly resist.  I've already had an orgasm just
thinking about what will happen.  The real question is are you
coming with us?  You know that if you do, you will probably have
to watch me being fucked and more by several men.  But you will
have a choice of female slaves too.  Will you come with us?"

  Murat nodded, very conscious of the throbbing erection in his
pants.

----------------------------

  At dinner, Ozlem wore a very attractive, new cocktail dress
which Mendez had obtained for her from an exclusive women's
boutique in the hotel.  It was a dazzling dress that turned every
woman's head and some of the male heads as well.  Ozlem couldn't
imagine what the dress had cost.

  After dinner, the group returned to their suite.  "We leave for
the Odessa Club in one hour, Ozlem.  You need to change into the
clothes I have laid out on our bed."

  "But this dress is beautiful and sexy.  Should I not wear it?"

  "If we were going to a club such as the one we visited last
night, that dress would be perfect.  But it is not appropriate
for a sex slave at the Odessa Club.  You will understand what I
mean when you examine the clothes on your bed.  You should hurry.
 Be certain to clean and lubricate as I instructed you earlier."

  When Ozlem had left the room, Murat said, "Lubricate?  Why? 
Her pussy always gets extremely wet during sex."

  Mendez regarded him as he might have regarded a grade school
boy.  "Her pussy, yes.  Her asshole, no."

----------------------------

  Murat expected his wife to take almost an hour to get ready. 
He was shocked when she emerged from the bedroom in less than 30
minutes.  "Is this what I'm to wear, Luis?" she asked.  Other
than a blue bra and panty set along with her 4-inch black heels,
Ozlem was naked.

  "That is perfect, Ozlem.  The other masters are going to be
wild to use you."

  "Should I wear something over this on the street?"

  "Unnecessary.  No one will bother you when you with me.  What
to you think of your wife's outfit, Murat?"

  "If that's all she's going to wear, I'd say she looks whorish."

  "Exactly.  Very appropriate for a sex slave, wouldn't you say?"

  The drive to the Odessa Club in the Mendez's private limo took
no more than 10 minutes.  Throughout the drive, Mendez
continuously stroked Ozlem between her thighs, his fingers
sliding up and down her panty-covered sex slit again and again. 
By the time the limo pulled to a stop in front of the elegant,
but conservative, exterior of the club, Ozlem was already panting
with sexual excitement.  Her small blue panties were sodden. 
Even from the other side of the spacious back seat of the limo,
Murat could smell his wife's aroused cunt.

  In the entrance foyer, the club Secretary checked the
credentials of each member who sought entrance that evening. 
When Mendez approached, the Secretary greeted him cordially and
waved away his offer of credentials.

  "That will not be necessary for you Senor Mendez.  Everyone
knows you.  May I inquire who the two people with you are?"

  "Certainly!  The sensuous, dark-haired beauty is my sex slave.
Her name is Ozlem.  The man standing beside her is her husband,
Murat,  who will be my special guest this evening.  Is that
acceptable?"

  "Senor Mendez, anything you wish is acceptable.  I have
arranged for the best table for you.  As usual, you have full and
complete access to all rooms.  As your guest, Mr. Murat will
enjoy the same access unless you wish it to be otherwise."

  "No.  The same access will be best.  Thank you."

  "I trust you will have an enjoyable evening.  Please do not
hesitate to ask if I can be of assistance."

  "I will.  By the way, is the punishment room in use tonight?"

  "It is, Senor.  In fact, it is being heavily used tonight.  I'm
sure that after tonight's example, the slaves will be much better
behaved.

  "Who is being punished, how, and why?" Mendez inquired.

  Slave #73, Maria, was rude to a master last week.  In fact, she
was more than rude, she complained because he did not permit her
to cum during sex."

  "Really?"  Mendez was obviously surprised.  "And what
punishment did the Board mete out?"

  "She will be gagged and bound to the fucking platform for the
entire night, Senor Mendez.  If there is a single complaint
tonight, tomorrow night she will be whipped in front of all
guests and then serve another night bound and gagged on the
fucking platform."

  "Appropriate... very appropriate," Mendez commented.  "And the
others?"

  "Slave 26, Susan, is also bound and gagged on a fucking
platform for the evening, but her offense was more serious.  She
refused to have sex with one of her members.  Her Master had to
use his belt on her ass before she apologized and properly
serviced the Master.  Consequently, clips are attached to her
pussy to hold it open the entire evening and appropriate words
have been written with non-washable ink on her ass."

  "I'll look forward to seeing and using Slave 26.  Is there
another?"

  "Yes, Senor.  Slave 132, Sophia, was on the fucking platform
three nights ago and received two more complaints.  She was
whipped earlier this evening and is now in whipping position for
the entertainment of the Masters for the rest of the evening.  
And that's all for this evening."

  "What's he talking about?" Murat asked.

  "Rather than try to explain, we'll take a slight detour into
the punishment room so you can see for yourself."

  "The slaves have numbers?" Ozlem asked, her body trembling.

  "Always.  They are numbered consecutively.  Your number is 247.
 Remember it."

  Mendez led the way down a hallway, then down a flight of stairs
to the basement.  When he opened a large door to a brightly lit
interior, females moans and screams filled the air.

  "This way, Murat." Mendez instructed.  Rounding a corner,
Murat, Ozlem, and Mendez were greeted with the sight of a
brown-skinned woman, totally naked, who was bound to a long
padded platform.  The woman was being forced to keep her head
pressed against the platform by binding cords about her neck and
the platform's top.  Her knees were pulled forward, almost to the
point that they touched her tits.  The forward position of the
woman's knees thrust her ass high in the air.  In fact, it was
the highest point of her body.  Her arms were pulled backward
behind her knees and bound tightly together.  Additional loops of
cord bound her arms and wrists to her legs and still more cord
tied her legs tightly against the top of the fucking platform. 
She was tightly gagged with a ball gag, and a black sack covered
her eyes.

  Her position put her cunt and assholes into perfect fucking
position.  Mendez motioned for them to move behind the moaning
woman so they could view her two sex holes.  Both gaped wide from
many previous fuckings she had received from unknown cocks.  A
small river of semen ran from both holes down her thighs.  Some
had dripped on the surface of the fucking platform.

  "Would you like to sample her cunt or her asshole, Murat.  Go
ahead.  Just stick your cock in whichever hole you want... or
both, for that matter.  She's yours to use as you please."

  Murat intended to decline, but his wife urged him to fuck the
woman's asshole.  "I want to see how she behaves when you put
your cock in her ass," she grinned.

  The sight was so erotic, Murat's cock was already iron hard so
he had no difficulty at all penetrating Marie's tight asshole on
the first stroke.  Marie grunted with every stroke of his cock
into her anal depths.  When Marie began to cum, Murat pulled out
and left her empty.  She lurched backward attempting to keep the
cock buried inside her ass.  hunching her ass and grunting in
despair, Maria hoped her unseen lover would return and continue
to fuck her.

  As Murat replaced his cock in his pants, they found Slave 26. 
Susan was bound in doggy position to rings set in the floor.  Her
head was close to the floor, her ass thrust high in the air with
the words "FUCK ME" written in large red letters across both ass
cheeks.  Even more erotic was the fact that clips were attached
to each of her labia and from there to her thighs to completely
open the interior of her vagina for general viewing.  A large
pool of semen had collected under her cunt where the deposits of
several dozen men had leaked out and dripped to the floor.

  As they watched, one of the other masters came in, extracted
his hard, 7-inch cock, and nailed the brunette slave with one
thrust.  Susan grunted as the man's shaft hit her cervix and he
began fucking her furiously.  At first, Susan grunted and
screamed, but now she was moaning and purring as the big shaft
worked over her G-spot as he fucked her.

  Just before exiting the room, the group saw one of the masters
cane whipping an attractive slave hard across her exposed
buttocks.  The woman was naked save for her heels, hose, and
elbow-length black gloves.  She was suspended and bend almost
double with a sling around her waist.  She supported herself with
her hands on the floor and her legs.  A large spreader bad was
attached to her ankles, but two belts cinched her knees together.
 The position raised her ass into whipping position and also
presented her cunt for use.  Red and purple welts filled the
young woman's ass and each time the man whipping hit her ass with
the cane, she howled and begged.

  "OOOHHH PLEASE... PLEASE... STOP... STOP!  STOP!!  YOU'RE
KILLING MEEEEEEE...  I'LL BE A GOOD FUCK FROM NOW ON... I
PROMISE... I PROMISE... PLEASE STOP WHIPPING ME... FUCK ME... ANY
HOLE...ONLY STOP!"

  The cane struck her ass again.  She screamed and cried in
desperation.

  "Let this be a lesson for you, Ozlem.  If you are not an
excellent fuck ... if you do not properly please the men who use
you... you will be here tomorrow night." Mendez warned.    Ozlem
shuddered at the thought.
      ------------------------------------------

  From the punishment room, Mendez led Murat and Ozlem to an
alcove in the main room.  Masters with their slaves almost filled
the room.  Some of the slaves were on leashes; others were bound
and trussed unable to move while lying on floor beside their
Master's feet.  Most were nearly naked; a few were totally naked
except for their heels.  At a few tables, slaves were lying naked
on the table while men sat around chatting and using the slave's
body as a table for their drinks.  At these tables, male fingers
stroked and caressed the slave's body.  Occasionally, masters and
slaves could hear a slave begging to be allowed to cum.  It
seemed that this request was often refused.

  As soon as everyone was  seated, Mendez turned to Ozlem and
ordered, "Take off the bra and stand up so others may see you."

  With trembling, but excited hands, Murat's wife let her blue
bra fall to the floor.  Only her panties remained.

  Mendez ordered drinks for everyone but before they arrived, two
young masters stopped at our table and looked over Ozlem’s nearly
exposed body.  "She looks lush and ripe, Senor Mendez.  Your
slaves always seem to be beautiful women.  I am Mr. Marvel and my
friend is Mr. Stevens."

  "If they weren't, I would not bother to enslave them." Mendez
replied.

  "Is your slave's cunt completely shaved?"

  "Of course.  None of my slaves are permitted pubic hair.  Show
the gentlemen your shaved cunt, Slave 247."

  Ozlem rose and pulled the blue panties down her thighs.  When
they were lying on the floor, she turned to face to the two
masters, thrusting her hips forward so they could inspect her
shaved cunt.

  "She looks delicious," Stevens commented.  "Who is this man?"
he asked indicating Murat.

  "He's my slave's husband,"  Mendez said in a bored voice.

  Marvel addressed Murat, "Tell me, Murat, does it make your
penis hard to watch your beautiful wife sucking another man's
cock."

  Murat stammered... started a sentence only to find his voice
failing.  Finally, he managed to simply say, "Yes.  It does."

  "Well, shall we help the wimp get his penis hard?"  Turning to
Mendez, he asked, "May we have your permission to use your
slave's mouth hole.  Her husband would probably love to watch and
jerk off."

  "Go right ahead.  That's why she's here."

  Removing their pants, the two men flanked Ozlem, each pressing
their hard cock up to the face.  Without hesitation, Ozlem took a
cock in each hand and began to suck them, one after the other and
back and forth.

  After a moment, Ozlem squatted between the two men and
continued to suck each of their cocks in turn.  With her knees
spread wide, both men had a good view of their suck slave's cunt.
 "Have you fucked her much?  I haven't seen you with this slave
before Senor Mendez."

  "You're very observant.  I'm flattered.  You're also correct. 
She's new.  I've have been using her sex holes for two days
now... so I've had her perhaps 20 to 25 times so far."

  Both men's mouths opened in awe.  They are heard rumors and
stories about Mendez's legendary sexual powers, but fucking a
woman 20 to 25 times in two days seemed almost impossible to
them.  However, there was no way they intended to dispute
Mendez's claim.  The fact that the woman bore Mendez's brand
right about her pussy was sufficient evidence for them.

  "With your permission, Senor Mendez, we will take Slave 247
into the training rooms,"  Stevens said.

  "You have my permission.  Just be certain that she is properly
trained.  Do not accept any less than excellent performance."

  "We don't intend to.  Ozlem, come with us.  You've been here 20
minutes already and your cunt has not taken cock.  Don't you
think it's time to remedy that?"

  Unable to look at her husband, she meekly said, "Yes.  I think
so."

  "Yes what?" demanded Stevens.

  "Yes... it's time that I received cock in my cunt."

  Turning to Murat, he asked, "Do you agree with your wife,
Murat?  Is it time she was fucked?"

  Murat nodded.  Marvel was having none of that.  "Speak up man!
Do you want us to screw your wife's hot cunt?"

  "Yes.  Screw her."  Then, he added, "Can I watch?"

  "Certainly.  Come with us.  You can watch how we train slaves
to satisfy dominant, virile men."

----------------------------------------------

  "Ooohh!  Ooohh!  UUnnnnngghhh... aaahhhhhh... sooo big... your
cocks are so big.  Please, Masters. Harder.  Give it to me
harder,"  Ozlem moaned as her hips hammered up and down on
Steven's thick sex prong that was sunk deeply inside her
throbbing vagina.  At the same time, Marvel was forcing her mouth
up and down his 7-inch cock, making her take two or three inches
into her throat on each thrust.

  Glancing to the side, she saw her husband with his pants around
his feet, leaning back in a chair, legs straight out in front of
him, as his hand flashed up and down his throbbing penis.  His
eyes kept switching back and forth between her mouth sliding up
and down Marvel's big prick and the connection of Stevens' thick
prick and her wet, convulsing pussy.

  "Do you like watching your whorish wife having sex with two men
at the same time?" Ozlem asked her masturbating husband as she
felt the cocks thudding into the back of her mouth and the bottom
of her cunt at the same time.  "I hope so, Honey, because I'm
loving this.  These dominant masters are going to make your wife
cum... I'm almost there!"

  "Fuck me!  Harder.  Please.  Cum inside my cunt and mouth. 
Shoot in meeeeeee!"  Ozlem begged.   A moment later she shuddered
in an intense orgasm.

  Stevens and Marvel continued to pound the squealing young
woman.  Marvel chuckled when he saw her husband's ejaculating his
load into the air.  He had a much better plan as to where to
shoot his cum load.   As soon as Ozlem's squeals and moans
quieted, the two Masters pushed Ozlem onto her back and switched
places with Marvel's thick cock pumping Ozlem's married pussy
while Stevens used her mouth hole.   Marvel held her ass in place
and drove his cock to the bottom of her vagina and poured his
load up against her womb.

  Murat saw Marvel's cum load spurting out of his wife's tightly
plugged cunt.  His cock hardened again as he jacked off
furiously, his hand flashing up and down his throbbing cock.  He
couldn't remember ever seeing anything as hot as seeing his wife
being fucked by two men.  "Oh god," he thought, "I'm about to cum
again... aaaahhhhhh!"   His second load went all over his chest.

  When Murat finally recovered from his second, self-induced
orgasm, he didn't see his wife or the two men fucking her, but he
heard her.  She was in a second room on the bed being thoroughly
fucked.  Stevens was now pumping his wife's cunt while Marvel
thrust in and out of her mouth.  When Murat looked into the room,
he saw Stevens had his wife's ankles in his hands pressing her
legs back against her tits.  The position completely opened up
her cuntal orifice, and Stevens was taking full advantage of her
position.

  Every time Stevens drove his cock spike into Ozlem, she grunted
"Ugh.. Ugh.. Ugh...Ugh...Ugh!"  Looking over at his friend,
Stevens announced, "I'm gonna cream her hot cunt, Marv.... 
AAAAhhhhhhhh... FUCK!  HERE IT COMES!"  Murat could see the man's
buttocks clenching again and again as he pumped another huge load
of cum into his wife's pussy.

------------------------------------

  When Marvel and Stevens returned Ozlem to Mendez's table, she
was still panting in the aftermath of the three intense orgasms
she had had.  Her inner thighs and pussy were covered with the
two large loads that had been shot into her.

  "I hope you're not exhausted, Ozlem.  The evening is just
started."

  She looked up at her Master and smiled.  "I'm not tired, I just
had three hard orgasms, Master, and I'm still out of breath. 
I'll be fine in a few minutes."

  "Did you enjoy having two men at the same time?"

  Looking over at her husband in embarrassment and then downward,
she whispered, "Oh yes.  I loved it.  It was so dirty... so
exciting... they were so dominant.  I wasn't  given any say in
the matter.  They just fucked me anyway they wanted.  I loved
it!"

  "Has your husband ever tied you up and used a vibrator on you
until you were weak from orgasms and begging him to stop?"

  "No.  He's never done that."

  "He should have.  It reminds a woman of her proper place.  Has
any other man done that to you?"

  "No... none.  Will you do it to me, Master?"

  "Follow me, and you'll see what it's like.  You too, Murat. 
Come see what will soon be happening to your wife."

  The three of them walked down another hallway and into a
different room.  When they entered, they saw a voluptuous
brunette tied to a fucking chair.  She was wearing a purple teddy
with fishnet stockings, and heels.  The teddy had been pulled
down exposing both of her tits, and she wore a ball gag.  Her
wrists and legs were tied to the sides of the chair, and
additional ropes were tied around each of her thighs stretching
them outward and spreading her wide open.

  A well-built Master was using a large vibrator on her exposed
cunt.  The woman was thrashing wildly in her restraints, making
gurgling sounds around her gag.  Suddenly her limbs knotted in
hard spasms as the vibrator worked her clitoris to another
intense climax.  The Master kept the vibrator humming on her
throbbing clitoris until she lost bladder control and her urine
poured out from between her legs.

  The brunette's mouth was wide open as her lungs heaved trying
to catch her breath.  The vibrator moved up to her nipples.  Her
upper body arched from side-to-side as she tried desperately to
escape the intense sensations being caused by the relentless
vibrator.

  "Look at her cunt," Mendez whispered to Ozlem.  She did as he
ordered and immediately saw the large penis-shaped vibrator that
was thrust deeply inside her vagina where it continued to hum and
excite the woman.  Again, Mendez leaned over and whispered,
"There's another one in her anus... just as big... just as
powerful."

  The Master gave the hand-held vibrator to another man who began
to work on the helpless woman.  He moved the vibrator from her
tits down to her belly and from there downward to the engorged
throbbing clitoris again.  Her hips snapped upward in a hard
spasm as a series of grunts, moans, shrill squeals erupted from
the woman's lungs and somehow escaped her tightly gagged mouth.

  "How long has see been tied to the chair?" Ozlem asked.

  "Not sure.  Usually, 30 or 40 minutes.  She's about to
collapse.  It won't be long.  Be patient."

  "Won't be long until what, Master?" Ozlem asked.

  "I won't be long until its your turn.  There are three masters
waiting to strap you in the chair and make you cum until you
collapse."

=============================

  Murat and Mendez waited until Ozlem had been strapped into the
fuck chair in the same position as the previous woman.  Before
tying her legs, they were lifted and large phallic vibrators were
inserted deep inside her ass and vagina.  Once they were in place
and turned onto the high setting, her legs were tied and spread.
Finally, she was gagged, and one of the men pressed the big
hand-held vibrator to Ozlem's clitoris.  Her body arched like she
had received an electric shock.  The man held the vibrator right
on her clitoris and two minutes later, her body shuddered in her
first orgasm.

  "Let's go find some other slaves, Murat.  We'll come back for
her in 45 minutes to an hour."  The two men left the room, but
before walking through the door, Murat took one more look at his
thrashing, groaning wife.  He saw her legs were rigid, her toes
curled back.  He had seen that many times... always when she was
having intense, repeated orgasms.

---------------------------

  It was no problem whatsoever for Mendez to obtain the sexual
services of an attractive redheaded slave.  He simply approached
her and said, "Come with us.  We need to cum in your cunt and
assholes."

  The redhead was wearing heels and panties which displeased
Mendez.  "I will give you 10 seconds to get out of your panties
and heels.  If you're not out of them in 10 seconds, you go to
the punishment room."

  Murat saw the shock race through the redhead's body.
Frantically, she ripped at her panties to get them off.  At the
same time, she kicked her foot trying to get her shoes off, but
they fit tightly and while she managed to get one off in the
allotted time, at the end of 10 seconds, she was still wearing
the other one.  Mendez pronounced judgment:  "Worthless Slave."

  The woman fell to her knees, apologizing and begging Mendez for
a second chance.  Mendez ignored her, picked up her communicator,
and called for the Secretary.  One minute later, the Secretary
was there listening to Mendez's complaint.

  "This worthless slave was still wearing panties and heels four
hours after the club opened.  Every slave knows that she must be
naked within two hours after opening.  Generously, I permitted
her to have an additional 10 seconds to remove her clothes.  She
failed.  Totally unacceptable behavior, but expected of a
worthless slave.  I informed her that failure would require time
in the punishment room."

  "So it shall.  What punishment do you recommend?"

  "Two days in the fucking stocks and one day in the whipping
room," came Mendez's response.  "The rest of tonight can be her
first day.  Take her to the fucking stocks and make the
announcement so the Masters may fuck her holes if they wish."

  As the redhead was removed from the room, she was still
pleading and begging.  Murat and Mendez followed and watched as
the Secretary and one other man placed the woman in the fucking
stock.

  When her wrists and head were through the restraining holes,
the top was slammed down with authority and locked in place with
a padlock to which only the Directors of the Club had a key.  Her
knees were tied to a spreader bar and tied in place.  A large ass
hook was inserted into her rectum and tied to the top of the
stock to ensure that her hips and ass remained elevated. 
Finally, the fucking machine was securely strapped to her hips
and the large phallus inserted into her cunt.  When every thing
was ready, the Secretary invited Mendez to flip the switch that
would start the fucking machine which, over the next four hours,
would screw the redhead relentlessly making her cum dozens of
times.  Her only respite would come if a Master wished to fuck
her.  In which case, she was get real cock until the master
ejaculated into her.  Then the machine would be replaced and
again switched on.

  Mendez casually flipped the switch and he and Murat listened to
the redhead growling and then wailing in orgasm.  When the left,
she was cumming a second time.

  Once more, Mendez quickly located an attractive slave.  This
one was blonde and properly naked.  He told her that we needed to
cum in her ass and cunt.  Without hesitation, the blonde got on
the bed and waited for one of us to lie down so she could impale
her ass on a cock.  Mendez told Murat to take the bottom position
and the blonde's asshole.  When her ass descended on Murat's
cock, it entered easily as the woman had been repeated ass fucked
during the evening.  She raised her legs high and Mendez mounted
her.  Ten minutes later, she had cum loads in her ass and cunt.

--------------------------------------------

  When Mendez, followed by Murat, returned to the masturbation
room where they had left Ozlem, they discovered that she had
already been removed from the chair, which wasn't surprising
since they had been gone for about an hour and a half.   After
some searching, they found her in a room on the other side of the
club.

  She was spread-eagled on a fucking stand with her arms straight
out to the side and her wrists locked in stocks.  Her legs were
spread wide and her ankles tied with red cord to the frame of the
fucking stand.  Her ass rested on a padded seat and her head was
resting on a contoured padded frame.  She was naked as was
expected of all slaves and blindfolded with a black sash.

  An extremely well-built, handsome master stood between Ozlem
wide spread thighs fucking her while holding her tits for
leverage.  On the floor several feet beneath her ass was a large
pool of her cunt juices and semen.  As the two men watched, the
man fucking Ozlem began to grunt.  He held her hips and hammered
his cock into her hard and fast until we saw his strokes shorten
and his buttocks clench again and again, each time sending
another gush of cum into Murat's moaning wife.

  Finally, the master withdrew his sex spike that gleamed with
Ozlem's cunt juices and his and other men's expended semen.  He
smiled at Mendez and said, "Your slave is a very hot, wet fuck. 
You always pick the best.  May I have another moment to have your
slave clean off my cock?"

  "Of course.  Use her mouth.  She does a fine job with her
tongue and mouth," Mendez advised.

  Murat watched, his penis twitching, as the master moved up to
his wife's head and placed his semi-hard rod against her lips. 
Ozlem knew immediately what was required of her.  Her tongue
flashed out and licked the entire surface of the male shaft until
most of her secretions and his semen had been removed and were
safely in her belly.  To complete her task, she opened her mouth
wide inviting the master to insert his rod.  As soon as it was
inserted, Ozlem closed her lips about the pleasure-giving shaft
and thoroughly cleaned it.  As the man withdrew, she swallowed
and smiled.

  When the man left, Murat moved between his wife's legs with the
clear intention of fucking her.  Mendez stopped him with one
word:  "DON'T!  I did not give you permission to use my slave. 
Release her from the fucking stand.  It is time for us to leave."

========================================

The New Order of Things.

  Once Ozlem, Murat, and Mendez were again in the back
compartment of the large limo, Mendez instructed the driver to
tour the West Side Highway of Manhattan until he told him to
return to the Hilton.  Murat was riding on the seat facing the
rear of the compartment with a still naked Ozlem and Mendez on
the spacious back seat.  Mendez had permitted Ozlem to put on her
heels to make the walk to the limo easier on her feet.

  Looking over at Murat, Mendez casually said, "Murat, I think
it's time you understood the new order of things that have
happened and things that will soon happen."

  Murat's response was, "Senor Mendez, I think that..."

  "Stop!  Extend to me the courtesy of not interrupting, please.
When I am finished, if you wish to comment, that will be the
time.  Understand?"

  When Murat nodded, Mendez continued.  "Tonight, when Ozlem was
on the fucking stand, you attempted to have sex with her without
my permission.  That is not to occur again.  As Ozlem's husband,
you make decisions about your finances, your home, your car,
whatever.  I, as the owner of Ozlem's cunt, her tits, her ass,
make the decisions about their use.

  "Now this may seem unusual to you, but actually, it is the
natural order of things... a woman's sex holes are intended to
service the large cocks of dominant men.  It has always been so.
Ozlem!  Remove my phallus and suck while Murat and I discuss
things."

  Without hesitation, the naked, brunette beauty removed Mendez's
erect and throbbing cock.  Both men heard her moan as she
lovingly ran her tongue up the length of his huge male organ.

  "Notice how lovingly your wife licks my shaft, Murat.  She
feels honored to be allowed to service it with her mouth, her
cunt, and her ass.  Are you aware that your wife usually has
intense orgasms when she sucks on my cock, often without even
touching her pussy or her clitoris.  Has she ever cum like that
when she has sucked on your penis?"

  Murat shook his head in dismay as he watched his wife's mouth
descend over the huge shaft.  Her mouth was stretched so wide, he
thought she might dislocate her jaw in her attempt to suck all of
it into her throat.  After a minute, Ozlem had 5 inches buried in
her mouth and was struggling to push more down her throat.

  "I thought not," Mendez commented.  "That is my point.  My
phallus is almost twice the length of your and an perhaps twice
as thick.  If you know your solid geometry, Murat, you will
realize that makes the volume of my cock 7 or 8 times as large as
yours.  I'm sure you can appreciate why your wife has screaming
orgasms when such an organ stretches her vagina or her ass and
pleasures her.  It is clearly to your benefit and to your wife's
that the job of pleasuring her sexual orifices be mine while
yours is to handle her more material needs.

  "Push it in deeper, Ozlem...  MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm... yes... like
that.  Look Murat, your wife has learned to suck a real man's
cock.  See how she now has 8 inches encased in her mouth and
throat.  Look at your wife's neck, Murat.  Can you locate the
position of my huge cock head?  It's easy to do.  Just look at
your wife's neck.  See the huge bulge?  That's where my cock head
is at the moment.  As soon as Ozlem has pushed the remaining two
inches of my weapon down her throat, you will see the bulge
descending down toward her belly.  Keep watching, Murat.  Watch
your wife service a huge phallus as she women are meant to do.

  "Ah!  Ozlem, your husband's cock is erect.  I'm sure he needs
some relief.  Murat, please, don't be shy.  We're all friends
here.  Take out your penis and jerk it off while you watch your
wife."

  Mendez told the driver to head back to the Hilton.  Turning to
Murat, he continued.  "We must return to our suite now, Murat.  I
need space to fuck Ozlem properly and she desperately wants my
cock.  See, Murat, how her lips kiss my groin.  All 10 inches of
man meat are buried in your wife now.  The head is far down her
gullet.  But forgive me, I digress from the main issue here.

  "When you leave your home, I presume that you lock it up to
protect your possession, do you not?  Of course you do.  And, as
I am now the owner of Ozlem's sexual organs, I too must lock up
and protect my possessions.  Part of protecting one's possessions
is to mark them for identification.  That is why your wife now
wears my brand on her ass and above her cunt.  When we return to
the hotel, I will have Ozlem model the chastity belt she will be
wearing until we can have her fitted with a more appropriate one.

  "In addition, as the owner of Ozlem's sexual organs, her
breeding now falls to me.  I shall be careful to meet that
responsibility.  When we return to the hotel, you will throw all
of her birth control pills into the toilet and we will all
celebrate as you flush them away.  From this moment onward, when
your wife is fucked, it will be into her unprotected cunt.  If I
do not think it is the appropriate time to breed her, she will
wear her chastity belt during her fertile periods.  If you wish
her to be bred so as to bear a child, you may make the request to
me in writing with triplicate forms, of course.

  "Ah... here we are back at our hotel.  Ozlem, release my cock
from your suck hole.  It is time to return to our suite.  You may
wear this coat as we walk through the hotel lobby."

---------------------------------------------

  When they were again inside their luxury suite, Mendez said,
"Let us begin by discarding Ozlem's birth control pills.  Ozlem
go to your bags and bring in your entire supply."  A moment
later, Ozlem, still naked, handed Mendez two small cases
containing her pills.

  "Come, all of you.  Into the bathroom."

  "Lifting the seat cover of the commode, Mendez handed Murat the
two cases.  "Dump the contents into bowl, Murat.  We have no
further need of such things."   With a trembling hand, Murat
shook all the pills out.  The slowly sank to the bottom of the
water.  "Very good, Murat.  Now, if you please, flush the
toilet."

  "Ozlem, bring your new chastity belt so I can put it on you,
and you can model it for your husband.  I'm sure you agree that a
husband has the right to see his wife's new chastity belt."

  Ozlem quickly returned holding the soft, contoured leather
belt.  Handing it to Mendez, he strapped and locked it around her
waist with practiced ease and then passed the cunt/butt strap
between her legs and locked it to the back of the device.  "Is it
comfortable, Ozlem?"

  "Oh yes.  Very.  Are you going to show Murat the inserts?"

  "Absolutely, but first model it for hm."

  Naked save for the belt, Ozlem turned in a complete circle to
permit her husband to see the belt from all sides.  She looked
incredibly desirable, but unobtainable, in the device.

  "Well, what do you think about your wife's new clothing,
Murat?"

  "I don't... I mean.. I don't know... I think... well...  "

  "Speak up, Murat.  Don't stammer.  I makes you look bad in
front of your wife."

  Murat flushed red with embarrassment.  "Well, I don't know. 
How can I ever have sex with my wife?"

  "Just ask my permission.  If you're doing good work at your
job, there will be no problem.  We will work all that out later.
Now, Ozlem wants me to show you the inserts.  Here's the first
one."  Mendez held up the phallic-shaped, vibrating butt plug. 
"This insert goes into Ozlem's asshole.  The belt does a superb
job holding it in place.  And this beauty goes into her cunt." 
Mendez held up a thick, 8-inch phallic vibrator.  "When they are
inside your wife and she's wearing the belt, she will cum 6 to 8
times an hour.  No matter who is present, she will cum, and she
will moan and scream.  It is an incredibly erotic thing to watch.
 But then, you will see all that for yourself soon enough."

  "You said earlier in the car that this belt was temporary...
that she would have a more permanent one later.  What did you
mean by that?" Murat asked.

  "After we return to Santiago, Ozlem's body will be receive
multiple piercings... her ears, her tongue, her clitoral hood,
and her labia.  That is somewhat painful and I don't want to ruin
the vacation with such discomfort.  When both of her labia are
suitably pierced with rings, the rings will permit the insertion
and locking of a metal bar through rings.  With the bar in place,
insertion of a phallus into her cunt will not be possible.  After
that, Ozlem will only wear the belt when I wish for the inserts
to be inside her body.  Any other questions, Murat?"

  Murat was shaking so hard, he was unable to speak.  "Good.  So
much for the details.  Right now, your wife needs to be fucked. 
We will take the bed by the window.  You may watch and jerk off
in the other bed."

------------------------------

  "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"  Ozlem
screamed as her body shuddered again and again.

  Mendez steadily drove his thick organ into Ozlem's spasming
pussy hole.  The woman's entire body was shaking in the throes of
her orgasm.  "As you can see, Murat, she cannot resist the
intense pleasure my organ produces when it enters her body.  If I
haven't lost count, I think that's the third time she has cum. 
By this time, you should understand why I must handle the
responsibility of fucking your wife in the future."

  Ozlem was moaning continuously as the cock pumped back and
forth in her gushing sex hole.  "I have found, Murat, that
Ozlem's favorite fucking position is doggy.  The cock thuds with
authority into a woman's cervix in that position.  It is an
intense sensation for woman.  They all explode into
uncontrollable orgasms.  Watch!"

  Mendez turned Murat's wife onto her hands and knees.  "Lower
your head to the bed, Ozlem.  Are you ready?"

  "AAahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yessss!  Hurry!  Oh please, Hurry,
Master.  Fuck into me!" Mendez drove the shaft home.  Eight
inches sank inward and hammered Ozlem's cervix.  She grunted in
passion.  Mendez fucked her harder and within a minute, she
shrieked as spastic contractions rippled through her vagina and
clitoris.

  Murat's cock fired his load at the same time as his wife's
orgasm peaked.

----------------------------------------

  Murat had just fallen asleep when his wife's cries awakened
him.

  "OOOhhhhhhhhhhh..god, Murat.  He's fucking me in the ass! 
AAAahhhhhhhh...  he's in my assssssss...  UUUGGHHHH...  Deep. 
Can you see his cock in your wife's ass?  OOOOHhhh god.  Come
over here, Murat.  I need you to lick my clit while my Master
fucks my ass!  Hurry!  Get over here.  LICK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

  Murat moved between his wife's thighs and began to lick her
clitoris.  The organ danced wildly... contracting... pulsing in
and out of its hood.  Ozlem squealed as the contractions made her
ass contract around the huge phallus.

  When Murat returned to his bed after bringing his wife to two
orgasms, he heard her say, "Look Murat.  Look how he's fucking me
now.  You've never done it to me like this.  AAAAHHHHHHHHHHhh...
ooohhhh Shit!  I'm cumming again."

==================================<BR>

  "Murat, my private jet will depart for Santiago in two hours. 
Are your bags packed?  I have already had Ozlem and her luggage
taken to the plane.  You and I will take the limo on its next
trip.  There wasn't room for everyone and all the luggage on one
trip.  Are you ready?"

  "But I have no job in Santiago, Luis.  And I don't speak
Spanish."

  "Not a problem.  Spanish is an easy language.  I have already
made arrangements for you and Ozlem to have private tutoring
every day.  You will learn within a few months.  And as for the
job, you will be a division manager at one of my corporations at
a salary four times what you are currently making.  In addition,
I will provide a beautiful home for you and Ozlem.  Of course,
she will be staying at my mansion much of the time.  You will be
welcome whenever she is there.  If this is not satisfactory, I
will provide a first-class ticket back to Turkey for you, but
Ozlem will come with me to Santiago.  You may visit whenever you
choose at my expense."

  An hour later, Mendez walked to the limo in front of the
Hilton.  He turned to Murat and said, "If you're coming, get in.
Last chance."

  Slowly, Murat walked to the other side of the limo and climbed
into the back seat with his wife's Master.

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Story written by RLM and inspired by comments and directions from
Ozlem and Murat via e-mail.

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