A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 3

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A Hot Holiday In Pakistan - Part 3

Still Wednesday

[After a wild morning of being fucked by Arif at his shop and sucking off his assistant, Vimal, I was fucked at lunch time by the restaurant owner. This was followed by another deep fucking by a handsome young bird seller at a market. I certainly couldn't say that the day hadn't started well!]

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Then we went into other bird shops and browsed. The variety of small, colourful birds was enormous and they made quite a racket, singing.

Three shops later, Arif introduced me to the owner who he seemed to know well. He was in his late 50s, tall and had one of those sexy black moustaches that I liked. Not as handsome as the last guy, he was still an attractive man with a face full of character.

He spoke English very well and invited us to have tea with him. Instead of going out to the back of the shop, we left through the front door and he took us to his car parked nearby.

We got in and he drove for ten minutes, arriving at a large house surrounded by a high wall with an ornate wrought iron gate which opened automatically and closed again behind us. We got out of the car and went inside. It was a very grand old house with classic comfortable-looking furnishings. There were also a lot of pot plants, Persian carpets and a large bird cage with a big green parrot which seemed to be quietly studying me very carefully.

We sat down on sofas in the lounge room and an elderly male servant appeared. Tea was ordered and we chatted while we waited. Our host's name was Bilal and he told to me that he had been educated in England and had lived there for several years. He asked lots of questions about life in Australia and the tea was brought in by the servant. Bilal served it himself and there were nice spicy biscuits to go with it.

After we finished the tea, he offered to take me on a tour of the house. It was a very interesting two storey house built in 1910. His family had owned it since the early 1950s. He now lived alone there since his much older brother, also unmarried, had died a few years before.

From the lounge room we stepped out into a shaded central courtyard with a small fountain and lots of flowering plants and palms and two large bird cages full of small, pretty birds. It was cool and the sound of the fountain was very restful.

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Back inside, he took us upstairs and showed us a library, another sitting room with a balcony opening onto the central courtyard and a large window on the other side of the room with a view over a lush green park on the other side of a quiet street.

He showed us various bedrooms and bathrooms and then took us into the master bedroom. The bed was huge and there was a large walk-in robe as well. I noticed that he shut the door behind us.

'Try the bed', he said. I sat down on the end of it and it was very comfortable. He sat next to me, hesitated for a moment as if unsure whether to proceed and then lightly ran his fingers up my arm. I smiled at him and he leaned in and kissed me. Arif sat down in a chair by the wall near the end of the bed.

Bilal was a really nice kisser and he quickly had me lying back on the bed and was fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I helped him and we were both soon naked.

He was a big man, strong but slightly over-weight. His chest was smooth and there was only a moderate amount of hair leading down from his navel and around his cock which by now was very hard. It was about 7 inches long and average thickness.

He lay back on the bed and I sucked his cock and licked his balls which made him moan a little. He asked me get on top in a 69 position and he took my cock in his mouth while I sucked him some more as well. It felt good.

In that top position I was able to get his cock all the way down my throat and keep it down briefly. I could tell from his moaning that he really enjoyed that so I kept on doing it.

I looked up at Arif who smiled at me, obviously enjoying the show. He had his pants around his ankles and was playing with his hard cock while he watched.

Then Bilal lifted me off him and got some lube and a towel out of a bedside drawer. He got me to lie face down and stretched out on the bed. He put some lube on my hole and slid his cock in. He pulled my legs together under him and then fucked me deeply and steadily for about five minutes.

He then turned me over onto my back, lifted my legs and started fucking me quite hard. It felt good and it was exciting being able to see his face and how aroused he was. He didn't kiss me and just held my legs back against my body and fucked harder and harder until with a loud moan he shot his load into me. Cuming just made him fuck even harder and he was quite frenzied for a few moments until he suddenly collapsed, sweating, on top of me. He lay quietly in that position until his cock slipped out of my ass. He then rolled onto his side next to me.

Arif, now completely naked, got up from the chair and got onto the bed. He lifted my legs up and rammed his cock into me and fucked me hard, too. Bilal squeezed my nipples and encouraged Arif to fuck harder. I felt like jerking off but then decided to save it in case this wasn't going to be the last session of the day.

Arif blew his load quite quickly, pulled his cock out of my ass and went into the en- suite bathroom where I could hear him showering. Bilal reached down and put a finger into my ass and moved it around.

'Lots of cum', he said and, pulling his finger out again, showed me the cum dripping off it. I certainly felt full!

When Arif returned, I was offered a shower too by Bilal. He came into the bathroom with me and we showered together in the large shower stall.

I noticed that Bilal was still hard and, after soaping my back and my ass, he shoved his cock in again and fucked me fast and hard while I braced myself against the tiles. He shot another load into me. Arif had quietly come into the bathroom and was watching.

Then we all dressed and went back downstairs. We sat in the lounge again and the servant brought in some iced water in a jug and poured it into glasses for us. He must have been aware of what we had been doing upstairs but showed no sign of it.

We went out to the car again and Bilal drive us back to Arif's shop which didn't seem very far. On the way he asked me if I would like to be fucked by a group of young guys because he would be happy to arrange it. Arif looked questioningly at me.

'Would you like me to do it?' I asked him.

'Oh yes,' he replied. 'I want to see it'.

Well, being gang-banged by a group had always been a strong fantasy so here was my opportunity. I said yes and Bilal said he would try to arrange it for Saturday night and would let us know.

At Arif's shop we got out of the car and Bilal drove off. Arif apologised that he had to have dinner with his family but would come to the hotel at 11pm with an Army friend. He then arranged an auto rickshaw to take me back to my hotel. Traffic was horrific and after a slow journey I got back there just after 5 pm.

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好嘞，接着翻第三章。

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巴基斯坦火辣假期——第三章

作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 7 月 5 日

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还是星期三

[在 Arif 铺子里挨了他一顿操、又给他那伙计 Vimal 嘬了屌这么一个野透了的早上之后，吃午饭的时候我又被那馆子老板操了一顿。跟着又在一个市集上，让一个帅得要死的年轻卖鸟的狠狠操了一回。我反正没法说，这一天开头开得不咋地！]

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跟着我们又进了别的鸟铺子，闲逛着看。那些小个头、五颜六色的鸟儿，品种多得吓人，叫起来那动静，也真够吵的。

逛了三家铺子之后，Arif 给我引见了一个他像是挺熟的老板。这人五十好几快六十了，高个子，挂着两撇我他妈最爱的撩死人的八字黑胡。不如上一个那卖鸟的那么帅，可照样是个挺有味道的男人，满脸褶子里全是阅历。

他英文讲得相当不赖，邀我们跟他一块儿喝茶。我们没去铺子后头，倒是从前门出了铺子，他领着我们去搭了他那辆停在边上的车。

上了车，他开了有十分钟，到了一栋大宅子跟前，四周围着一堵高墙，墙门是那种花里胡哨的锻铁大门，自动开了，等我们进去又在我们身后自动关上。我们下了车，走了进去。那是栋特别气派的老宅子，里头的摆设都是古典式样的，瞅着舒舒坦坦。还搁了不少盆栽，铺着波斯地毯，还杵着一只老大老大的鸟笼子，里头有只大绿鹦鹉，那畜生像是正不言不喘、仔仔细细地琢磨我呢。

我们在客厅沙发上坐下，出来一个上了年纪的老仆人。茶要上了，我们就在等的工夫里扯着闲篇。我们这主人家叫 Bilal，他跟我说他是在英国念的书，还在那儿住过好些年。他问了一大堆在澳大利亚日子怎么过的事，这时候那仆人把茶端进来了。Bilal 自己动手给倒的茶，边上还配着挺好吃的辣味小饼干。

喝完了茶，他说要领我在宅子里转转。那房子是 1910 年盖的，两层，挺有意思。他家是五十年代头上把它弄到手的。如今他一个人住在这儿，他那个岁数大他不少、也一样没结过婚的哥哥，几年前过世了。

从客厅出来，我们踏进了一个带顶棚的中央天井，里头有个小喷泉，种满了开花的树啊棕榈啊什么的，还有两只大鸟笼，满满当当关着小巧好看的花鸟儿。那地方凉飕飕的，喷泉的动静听着也怪叫人懒洋洋的。

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回到屋里头，他把我们领上了二楼，给我们看了一间书房，还有一间起居室，那屋一面是扇推门，通着望见中央天井的阳台，屋另一头是一扇老大老大的窗户，望出去能瞧见一条清静的街对面，一座绿得冒油的公园。

他又给我们看了几间各样的卧房和浴室，然后把我们带进了主卧。那床大得吓人，还连着一间能走进去的大衣帽间。我留神到，他关了我们身后那扇门。

“试试这床，”他说。我在床尾坐下，那床是真舒坦。他挨着我坐下，顿了一下，像是拿不准该不该往下迈这步，跟着就拿指尖轻轻地顺着我膀子往上撩。我冲他笑了笑，他就探过身子，亲上了我。Arif 在靠墙挨着床尾的一张椅子上坐了下来。

Bilal 亲嘴的功夫是真不赖，没两下他就把我按倒在床上仰面躺着，手指头在我衬衫扣子上笨手笨脚地拨弄着。我搭了把手，我俩没多会儿就全光着了。

他是个块头挺大的人，壮实，可稍稍有点发福。胸口是光溜的，从肚脐眼往下，再绕着他那根鸡巴，也就只长了合合适适不多不少的一层毛——那根东西，到这会儿已经硬得不行了。大概七寸来长，粗算是均码。

他仰面倒回床上，我嘬了他的鸡巴，又舔了他的卵蛋，他小小闷哼了几声。他叫我在上边，摆成六九的架势，他把我鸡巴含进嘴里，我又多嘬了他一阵子。那滋味挺美。

在上头那位置，我就能把他那根鸡巴整根全吞进嗓子眼里，还能轻轻含住一小会儿。我从他那闷哼哼的动静里就听出来，他真真受用这个，我就一个劲儿这么弄了。

我抬眼看了看 Arif，他冲我笑了笑，明摆着是看这活春宫看得挺美。他裤子已经褪到脚脖子上了，一边看，一边玩着自己那根硬鸡巴。

跟着 Bilal 把我从他身上托起来，从床头柜抽屉里掏出管润滑油和一条手巾。他让我脸朝下，在床上摊平了。他往我洞口上抹了些油，把他那根鸡巴滑了进来。他把我的腿拼拢，夹在他身子底下，就这么又深又稳地操了我差不多五分钟。

然后他把我翻过来仰面躺着，架起我两条腿，就开始挺狠地操我。滋味挺美，能亲眼瞅见他脸，还有他那副被撩得多上头的模样，更是把人瞧得血脉偾张。他不亲我，就那么把我两条腿死死按在我身子上，越操越狠，越操越狠，直到嗷地嚎了一嗓子，把他那泡货全射在了我里头。这一射倒好，反激得他操得更疯了，整个人有那么一小阵子狂得跟发了癫似的，跟着忽然就散了架，大汗淋漓地塌在我身上。他就那么安安静静地趴着，一直趴到他鸡巴从我屁眼里滑了出去。跟着他翻身往侧边一滚，躺在我边上。

Arif，到这会儿已经脱得精光了，从椅子上站起来，上了床。他把我两条腿架起来，把他那根鸡巴一竿子狠狠楔进我屁眼里，也跟着下狠手操上了我。Bilal 在那儿掐着我的奶头，一个劲儿给 Arif 鼓劲，叫他操得再狠些。我本来都想自己撸出来了，可又一想，还是把这泡先攒着，没准今儿个这场乐子，还没到头呢。

Arif 飞快就把那一泡放了，把鸡巴从我屁眼里抽出去，就进了套间里的浴室，我能听见他在里头淋浴的动静。Bilal 伸手往下，把一根手指头捅进我屁眼里，来回搅了搅。

“攒了不少精呢，”他说，把那根手指又拔了出来，让我瞅瞅那上头滴滴答答挂着的精液。我他妈确实觉着自己里头灌得满满登登的了！

等 Arif 回来了，Bilal 也叫我再去冲个澡。他跟着我进了浴室，我俩一块儿在那间老大老大的淋浴隔间里洗了。

我留神到 Bilal 那根鸡巴还是硬着的，他给我后背和屁股打完肥皂，就又把他那根鸡巴猛地捅了进来，又飞快又狠地操着，我拿手死死撑着瓷砖。他又往我里头灌了满满一泡精。Arif 悄没声地也跟进了浴室，正瞧着。

完事后，我们都穿好衣裳，又回到楼下。我们重新在客厅坐下，那仆人又端了一壶冰水进来，替我们倒进玻璃杯里。我们几个在上头干的那档子事，他准心里有数，可脸上半点没露出来。

我们又上了车，Bilal 开车载我们回 Arif 的铺子，那地方好像并不怎么远。路上他问我，想不想让一群年轻后生来操我，因为他挺乐意替我安排。Arif 拿问询的眼神看了看我。

“你想让我弄吗？”我问他。

“哦，那还用说，”他回我，“我想看。”

嗯，让一群人轮着操——这本来一直就是我脑子里一个闹腾得凶的念头，这下机会可来了。我应了，Bilal 说他想办法往礼拜六晚上安排，到时候再跟我们通气。

到了 Arif 铺子，我们下了车，Bilal 就开走了。Arif 道了歉，说他得跟家里人吃晚饭，可夜里十一点会带着一个部队里的朋友来酒店找我。跟着他给我叫了辆突突车，送我回酒店。路上的车堵得他妈要了命，慢慢悠悠颠了好一阵子，我才回到酒店，那会儿刚过下午五点。

待续。

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