So far, my holiday in Turkey had been most enjoyable.
After travelling without my wife, after we split up, I had found cock to be plentiful and I was loving it.
In four days, I had taken three cocks and I had admitted to myself I was now gay. I had turned down a shot at a pussy and had no interest in my masseuse until I discovered that 'she' was a 'he'.
Then, just as things seemed to be going so well, I found myself being 'invited' into the office of the hotel manager.
He was lightly tanned, around 5' 9" tall. His thinning hair was dyed blonde. He had a small paunch and was not attractive to me on first sight.
"Good afternoon sir. My name is Usman, Mr Mitroglu to you and I am the manager of this hotel." He spread his arms as if describing a glorious empire, instead of a two bit hotel.
"Well, I'm very happy for you Us...Mr Mitroglu but why the need to bring me here?"
"Because we have, what shall I call it? Ah yes, a situation."
My interest was heightened. "Go on Mr Mitroglu."
"It has come to my attention that you have been having sexual relations with my staff, my male staff."
I was a little off guard and mumbled a denial.
"I have proof from the camera at the bar, that you performed oral sex at my reception desk."
He leered at me and I felt uneasy.
"So what if I did? It was consensual."
"Oh, I'm sure it was sir, I know Emre is gay, but he was on duty, I cannot have that. I will have to sack him."
"No please, don't do that to him, I beg you."
Usman looked at me impassively.
"What can I offer you, to change your mind?" I desperately asked. I had a bit of spare money and wondered how much it would take to persuade him.
"I was hoping you'd ask, sir. I don't want your money, I want your body. I want to fuck you!" He spat out, desperately.
I realised he held all the cards and I was at the point where every cock that came my way, I was happy to serve.
"Okay but I want assurance that Emre won't lose his job."
"You have my word sir. I keep my promises."
Usman went behind me as I stood still. He didn't go for my body but to the door, which he closed and locked.
"We don't want to be interrupted, do we?" Usman added with a sly grin.
"Take off your clothes, you little slut! I want to see what I'll be fucking."
I did as he ordered and was unable to stop my cock from rising from its slumber.
"Don't get any ideas, slut, I won't be touching your cock."
He sat on the edge of his desk and unzipped his trousers, his cock flopping out. It looked a respectable size when soft and being the slut I was turning out to be, I was eager to taste it.
Usman's cock was in a thick bush of dark pubic hair. It had been quite a while since I'd sucked someone who wasn't shaved but I must say I was warming to my task.
Usman's cock had a small wart half way down the shaft and that was an area, I discovered, he was really sensitive in.
"That's a good boy, you suck well." He panted out, whilst holding my head, ensuring it could not leave his cock.
"Stop!" He demanded. " I don't want to cum yet, I want to fuck you."
I knew his intentions. I tried to make it seem like a chore but secretly I wanted his cock inside me now. He was right, I was a slut but I was having more fun than at any time in my married years.
"I'll take you from the back." Usman barked. "That way I can pretend it's Emre that I'm fucking." He laughed arrogantly.
Usman had me bend over a small cabinet, which meant my ass was sticking up in the air. He licked a couple of fingers and poked them inside me. I moaned at that, I loved a good fingering.
Then I said the words Usman wasn't expecting.
"Fuck me! Fuck me and fill me up!"
He pushed his hips forward and his cock forced into me, without resistance.
I gasped as it pushed into me, roughly.
His hands were placed on my shoulders and he was in total control. He pumped in and out, only slowing down when he thought he was coming. My legs were weakening as he pounded me but it was ecstasy. Finally, he could hold on no more and I felt his thick warm cum coating my insides. He stayed in until he had finished spurting, then withdrew quickly.
"Clean me, slut!" He ordered and I did so willingly, licking his cum from his own cock and catching drops before they ran down his balls.
"I can see why Emre was attracted to you." Usman sneered.
"That's his job safe now? You promised."
"I am a man of my word." He seemed offended that I even doubted him.
"There is one other person who will decide if he returns."
I must have looked puzzled because Usman explained everything.
"I suppose Emre told you he had a mother to look after?
I nodded, unsure of where this was headed.
"That is not the case. His mother died a couple of years ago but he does look after his father." He stopped, maybe hoping a penny would drop.
