Holiday Jobs
I was really hard up at the time, that's my excuse I suppose.

I was young, fit and good looking so a bit of bar work chatting up the British girls on holiday in Turkey wasn't a bad job. The money wasn't great but the hours were good - I'd work all night and sleep on the beach or by the pool all day.

'Work' consisted of chatting up some Essex tart, getting them to fall for me - a holiday romance - then they'd come back to the bar each night until their holiday was over. Easy stuff really - I'm dark so they thought I was Turkish, but brought up in the UK - so I didn't have to fake much. Sometimes I'd fake a Turkish accent, but to be honest I sounded like Borat.

It was all going well until one night we had a really big party at the bar - we usually had parties each weekend - foam parties, toga parties, you know the stuff - generally it would end up with a private party going on in one of the back rooms…

And that's how it started.

A back room party was me, a couple of the other lads and about seven or eight girls. The girls were all pissed up and on hen holidays - they'd come for sun, sea and sex. The room was empty except for a large glass topped coffee table and the three inch deep shag pile carpet. The lights were low and the music was pumped into here as well as the main bar.

The girls stripped off as soon as they got in there and one – a large blonde with a deep mahogany tan and no pubic hair dropped to her knees in front of me. She quickly and expertly took my flaccid cock out of my shorts and began to run the tip of her pink tongue along the growing shaft.

The other lads laughed at my surprise – this was the first time I’d taken part in a back room party.

As she worked her manicured fingers on my swelling erection l I thought I would explode. Just as she cupped and squeezed one of my nads so she slid my cock out of her mouth and I shot my load all over her fake tan and glittery eyeshadow. Before I knew it there was a full on orgy.

Wet fingers probing and exploring deep dark holes, some tight some puckered but soon all were moist and giving. Tongues licked, mouths sucked, hips bucked. Smooth skin and hair rubbed, limbs loosened and coiled damply over bodies.
I was wrist deep in another buxom blonde and balls deep in a skinny brunette.

And that’s where I was faking.


I can’t stand blondes.
(Stiff Richard, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 12:45, 3 replies)

What
are the chances of the almost exact same thing happening to the same person on such different occasions. Crazy.
( Bazongaloid, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 13:40, closed)

Al, it sounds like a spooky coincidence...
Maybe you two should have got together and written a post for last week's QOTW.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 14:26, closed)

What's wrong with blondes?
We aren't all stereotypes you know. Some of us can even think for ourselves.
(GloriaHull you puerile slack-jawed drooling meatslapper, Fri 11 Jul 2008, 20:09, closed)