Any Given Sunday

Any Given Sunday

I always get my favorite spot on Sundays.

There are seven different mounting stations at Captain Tee Tee's Turkish Glory Hole. Two on their knees for doggy style, two on their backs with legs in the air, for obvious reasons, two on their knees for sucking, and one spread up high for cunnilingus. Up here I get the guys that really want to make me cum, and they want to observe me while I am enjoying the experience!

I have a few regulars on Sunday, but sometimes I'm the only available pussy, so a guy wants his money's worth and he uses a tiny block to stand on so he can look up at my body, past my natural tits, then he either fingers me or licks me. If I'm extra lucky he does both! Once he has the experience, they are often hooked on it, and I have a new 'regular'. If I had my way I would be able to run my hands over their hair or on their ears. Men can get very freaky over an ear rub! The last thing that I would add is a decent tablet, for watching porn. It would help me to orgasm, and I can assure you that all men want to watch that performance. I don't often squirt, but it can happen.

Our menstruation cycles makes the assignment of the other mounting stations problematic, since this is an Islamic country. Here, the vagina cannot be used during a woman's period, so any lucky woman on the rag needs to take it up the ass or kneel at a blowjob station. The problem is that we overlap a great deal, so the customer is often forced to accept anal, or nothing. They seldom choose nothing.

Monday brings me to the doggy fuck mounting station, and since I'm not bloody, they get to pick a hole. The attendant makes sure that everyone uses a condom, even if they do break fairly often. When they do break, she cleans both of us from a bowl, and replaces the rubber. She also adds a little cream if we appear to be too pink. Sometimes this makes them slide too, too much, so I have to squeeze my pelvis, to add the extra tug that brings them to orgasm faster.

They never have a discount on Sundays, but Monday is another thing. They may allow two for one, or they may lengthen the time element for the fuck. Of course this is their favorite, since men will be limited by their ball sack. Men can only cum four or five times before they are crying in pain! So, after they fuck four different women, they are virtually finished, even if their time is not over. Thus they just stand there, watching, so more customers can be allowed in. Yes, we do have a limit on capacity, so often there is a line outside of our special tent, but the locals like to have ready customers for their street food and drink. These men actually have money, so they will always have control. Many are police and military, and we give a deep discount to these men, to keep them on our side.

The doggy station (as we call it), has deep knee pads, which adjust as you spread your legs for various hieghts of potential 'dog fuckers'. Men also like to push upwards a bit, making me shift with his movements. This makes them happy, so I accommodate these guys the best that I can. Many men choose to stand and squat a bit to fuck me in this position. This creates a completely different dynamic at my clit, so as they say, results may vary! Another nicety of this position is that you can maintain your anonymity, without having to wear a mask. We do have to live in this community, so most of us want to keep our occupations what I would call 'deniable truth'. The concept is well known to every politician.

Tuesday and Wednesday are days off for me. That's right, I'm here by choice.

The local military and police must be kept satisfied, so I often find myself on a date for part or all of my time off. If someone of real influence wants me for an extended time, all they have to do is inform my employers.

I am known as Casandra to my present employer.

"Casandra, dear, would you please remove that veil, I must look upon your beauty." The local leader chided me, but I knew his limits.

"Your needs are my only concern, Hepi," I returned as a mild insult, since Hepi is the name of an old style church elder.

I fell to my knees and engulfed his cock with my mouth. Some of the veils had to be pulled out, but their silk is the very best in the world.

He shifted my body so that he could look upon my juicy parts as I used my tongue to make him forget his own name.

"Holly Christ!" He called out, as he filled my throat with cream.

I thought about pegging him, but he did not need any encouragement. I would be here most of the night already.

In this area of the world, whores don't make breakfast. There are other, less attractive women for such work. Nor did I need to get out of bed any time soon. Gustof rolled over and his cock flipped to the other side of his naked body. It dripped cream down his already wet leg.

I took him in my hands and stared down at his innocent face, as he woke.

"You must give me a chance to thank you for a beautiful meal and for your selflessness in bed."

As his eyes opened I slipped him into my pussy.

"Let me do all of the work, Gustof, then you can shower me clean."

I was referring to the shower that we always share at the conclusion of our coitus, which often involves even more fucking and sucking. He was already as hard as he ever gets, stroking strongly for the distant shore.

"When are you going to leave that sinful job and stay with me?" Gustof wondered out loud, though he knew the answer.

"You know that I like sex too much Gee, and the community would never let their chief magistrate live with an unwholesome woman."

Sometimes the truth hurts.

I only stayed the one night, finding myself free for a night, and not caring about my hairdo, I went to a bar in the expensive side of town that caters to tourists. The staff didn't know me, but they knew a kept woman when they saw one.

"You can not be here alone." The waitress admonished me with her hands on her wide hips.

I looked around for her backup, but there was none, so I decided to be natural.

"I won't be 'alone' for long, Buttercup, so why don't you waddle along."

I gave her the shoulder and concentrated on the view to my right. It consisted of a brick wall, so eventually I had to look back.

"If you are a whore, just nod your head and the bartender will send you a customer," the fat woman calmly informed me, then turned to continue with her work.

Seeing that I had the barkeep's attention, I smiled and nodded distinctly towards him.

I was shocked to find that it was the man that licked me so nicely on Sunday.

"Oh my God," he exclaimed a bit too loudly.

I did not need him to confirm with him where we met, so I decided to take control.

"Let's get out of here," I insisted, as I took his hand and pulled pulled him to the door.

He dropped some money on the table, and it must have been sufficient since we did not get stopped.

"Take me somewhere private," I whispered as so many women have done before me.

"I have needs." I murmured.

My secret Sunday admirer took me to a humble room with a small cot, where he licked, sucked, fingered and cocked away the night on my body. I came and I came.

Thursday I was back in position 4, known as the missionary. Here my legs are held up by straps, on the wall outside of my cubby. The men can reach under the curtains and play with my girls, but most just like to hold onto the rails and hammer into me, like they're angry. A two minute fuck is not unusual here.

You would be surprised how easy it is to bruise a young girl. When I first got here I was lucky that management was so savvy. They only let lighter men screw me for the first few days on this station, until my body could take the slamming. The same was true for the doggy positions, but of course they had to also take their time with my ass hole. Men have larger and deeper rectums, but my female rectal cavity needed to be stretched every day for a month before it could handle the big boys.

I switched my new tablet to a good gang bang porn channel when Felix finally caught up with me. Felix was a regular who paid monthly for his glory hole sex. He is a big man with a big dong. His hands will play with my tits for the entire time that he fucks me, and he will make me cum a dozen times or more. My attendant has tried to count the climaxes, but she says that I sometimes zone out and vibrate for a few minutes, so it's still unknown. Felix never breaks a condom because he never lets it get dry. He will go down on me, if necessary, and I find that to be very selfless of him, so I always give him my very best fuck or suck.

Ishmail is another one who uses his swinging balls to tap his way into my heart. I love to have my clit tapped, so doggy style works well if the guy's equipment is just right, but even in missionary a steady tapping on the bum hole can be either distracting or erotic, depending on my mood and his tempo.

Lots of people are paid in cash every day but some still get paid on Thursdays, so the day can run long. This Thursday it was steady cock until four in the morning. It took me another half hour to get my heart rate down so I could sleep until noon.

My favorite attendant, Sharma, woke me with a hand on my thigh. I moaned and shifted her hand to my muffin, but she laughed and slapped my pussy in a playful way.

"Did you make it home last night, Cassandra?" She asked.

"It was busy til 4, so I just pulled up a blanket," I answered.

"Why is there so much jizz? Didn't Cary work last night?" Sharma wondered.

"She went home at 2, then they were a bit drunk and, well, you know what happened!" I cried for sympathy.

Sharma used her sponges and rags until everything was as dry and clean as she could make it, before the Church steeple rang the bells at twelve o'clock.

"This place was not here the last time I came to Istanbul," explained the first man as he gently stroked into me.

"I really don't mind if you want to rub my nipples," I instructed him.

He looked like a zombie as he fucked away, but he was also listening.

First he held my waist, then he inched his way up my torso until he held me between his finger tips. Some of the way he tickled me, but mostly, it just made me dripping wet. I came so hard that he was concerned for me, after he burst his giant load into me. His condom held and I could see the bulbous white reservoir when Sharma helped him to remove it, then she cleaned him up before he pulled his slacks up.

"I doubt that I'll see you tonight, Cassy. The fleet is in port," he informed me as he turned away.

That was my first warning of the long two days that were ahead of us. The fleet meant the small Turkish Navy, consisting of a small aircraft carrier and three destroyers. Not a real show of force compared to the Americans but there would be hundreds of horny men. Most would be far from home.

Management knew that there would be a crush of men, so they gave a discount to the officers.

My first fuck on Thursday started as the bells tolled noon. They were patient, but not too gentlemanly as they helped me to put my legs in the slings, then bam! No cheering, just deep breathing and grunting.

As usual, Sharma worked the early shift. She made sure that every man had a condom in place, prior to insertion, and a bit of cream was added, as needed.

By quarter past twelve I was on my third sailor, and Sharma placed a stool next to me, with a tube of vagasil. She was too busy to monitor everyone, so she expected them to take care of themselves! When the mid day break came at 2, the management decided that we would stay open, giving alternate breaks of ten minutes after every five customers!

At the two o'clock break it was the chance to have a pee and a bite to eat before the general population of sailors gave us other things to think about. During the break the Admiral talked to the glory hole manager and changes were made to our layout.

The entire staff of sex workers would be available for sex, at both ends. They set up benches with sofa cushions and Sailors had the opportunity to work in fours to enjoy a woman's embrace. Since I was the youngest, I was set up at the entrance. From here I would engage in coitus and felacio in full view of any passer by! I would be the cheese, drawing in the rats.

Sharma's job was much harder now. She had to confirm a good condom was on eight cocks at a time and that lubricant was used at the groin end. My body found this exposure to be highly titillating. My nibs were pulsing with pressure as was my gaping puss. The stretch of my legs made me gape for my fresh admirers. The first one simply lay his crown on top of my mons and let it drop into the gaping orifice. Then he used his hips to bounce up and down; in and out of my palace.

Within 2 minutes of steady bobbing, my orgasm started. My legs started to shake while my eyes rolled back, then I squirt a tea spoon of ejaculate across the room, while a smidge of white cream dripped down my ass. I came before I was even being fucked, but th orgasm continued while I was being rammed at both ends.

I could see the spectators. Some were just spent sailors, but others were regulars that were hoping for a turn. They would remember us when the fleet was gone. Our images were seared into their brains. Even the older ladies with a little fat in their asses looked pretty good, flat on a cushion.

Over the next two and a half days we made a lot of money. Then, the regulars slammed us for a few days, until I had to take some time off. I had to let the cells regenerate around my anus and vagina. I could feel the medicine in the creams that I applied, and that made me worry that I was overdoing it.

I stuffed everything into my backpack. Most of my money was in my bank account, but I still had to keep my passport safe, so I used a tight fitting fanny pack to hold my papers and cash.

Now I just have to find one of those American tourists.

Someone had to pay for the room.