The next day, Mona woke from her slumber suddenly realizing what had transpired the night before. As rested as she felt from getting laid good for the first time in years, she was freaking out about having ridden a train of four cute Persian guys. She'd gotten over the fact that sex out of wedlock was haram or forbidden in Islam. No, her concern was twofold: potential for STIs, and a soiled reputation. What if it got out? How would her friends and family take it? She already knew. She'd be disowned by her parents and branded a slut.
Mona was a smart cookie. She realized that if she hadn't been so liquored up last night, that never would have happened. Furthermore, there's nothing she could do about it now but simply accept it and hope that no one found out. After all, looking back on last night, she had a really good time getting all that cock from those willing young men. She liked the attention she received, the men staring at her beautiful body, wanting her, being hard for her,fucking her, cumming in her. She felt validated by how fast each of them came. She must still have it. And was it her fault that none of them could make her cum with their limited stamina until the last guy?
As she laid in bed, she found herself rubbing her pussy as she thought about last night, and she began wondering if she would ever do it again. She reckoned the circumstances would have to be perfect. There was too much at risk. She loved her parents and enjoyed her reputation as a successful, smart, beautiful, and virtuous woman. But what fun had it been!
When Mona saw Saba and Mehrdad later that more, she apologized for the night before. She could tell that they'd rather not talk about it out of embarrassment and they simply said they probably shouldn't have done it there in the first place. No hard feelings. When she saw Mehrdad however, all she could do was picture him with his sculpted body and that rock hard staff as he punished Saba with it. She imagined Mehrdad on top of her, slowly thrusting in and out of her bringing her to climax over and over again while he came inside her but was able to keep going.
Sure enough, over the next few weeks it appeared that her secret was safe. At least apparently no one she cared about had gotten wind of what she'd done. Could it be that men don't brag about illicit sexual experiences to the level that the woman becomes a victim? Certainly she could never recall hearing about any similar situations having happened before. She just assumed that it must never happen because the consequences are too great. But surely it does happen. After all, it just happened to her. And the world was still turning.
It was a few months later when they went to the next big party. It was Christmas time, and if you know Persians in America, although they typically aren't Christian, they love the festivities of the holidays. It's one of the things that makes them as American as everyone else.
When the three arrived, again they were dressed nice, the ladies showing a lot of leg and chest, with Christmas themed accessories or colors. The party was already in full swing, lots of professional types, good mix of men and women. All adults.
This party got a little wilder than the previous one. People were doing shots at the bar and the three of them got involved to start the night off. The venue was the same as before, and it appeared even more crowded than last time. After chatting with random people for about an hour, Ali appeared again and greeted Mona.
"Hey, remember me?" he inquired.
"Ali! How have you been?" Mona replied, trying not to seem too excited or interested. After all he had blown his wad in record time.
"Good, good. Excellent party, no?"
"Yeah, i love how they decorated. Very festive," she replied.
"Can I interest you in a drink? I was hoping to catch up with you and get to know you a little better," Ali suggested.
"Yeah, sure, let's go," Mona replied as non-chalantly as she could muster. After all, she was looking to get laid again. But she remembered his performance from last time and the incident that followed. Surely he'd have greater stamina a second time around.
He grabbed a couple of drinks from the bar and led her back upstairs. They each sipped as they looked at the various paintings and other pieces of art.
"I just have to say that last time we met was amazing. I can't tell you how many times I replayed the moment in my mind," Ali admitted.
"I had a good time too. I'd never actually hooked up with anyone at a party before, and never imagined getting taken by a group of men like that," she replied.
"Yeah, that was pretty wild. I'm so embarrassed I came so fast. That like never happens."
