A Hot Holiday in Pakistan - Chapter 12

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A HOT HOLIDAY IN PAKISTAN - PART 12

Saturday afternoon

[After a morning of hot fucking by the weather-beaten, elderly Samir and Arif's uncle, Nadeem, there was another unusual experience awaiting me in the afternoon.]

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After lunch, Nadeem announced that we were now going to a salt factory. He knew the boss there and had arranged for me to meet a couple of his factory workers.

'These are men from the country with little education', he said. It is a hard life and they will not be handsome and well-dressed but you will find them interesting, I think. They will fuck you but you must give them some tips as they are poor.' Well, this was going to be a new experience!

'How much should I give?' I asked, feeling very much out of my depth.

'Give me 4,000 Rupees and I will give them 2,000 each. That is equal to 3 full days' pay for each of these men', explained Nadeem. 'It will be considered generous and they will be very happy.'

Four thousand Rupees sounded a lot but I did a quick calculation in my head and realized it wasn't very much at all. If I was going to pay for sex for the first time in my life, at least it was going to be a bargain! I handed the money over to Nadeem who put it in his top pocket.

As we drove, Nadeem explained that the factory would be closed for the weekend when we got there. The two workers lived at the factory.

'Don't worry', he said, seeing the concern on my face, 'the boss will make sure they are clean'.

After 30 minutes driving, we arrived at a less built up industrial area with various factories separated by vacant land. It all looked a bit bleak and was definitely off the tourist route!

Nadeem knocked on the door of the office and it was opened by a big man with rather intense eyes. He invited us in and Nadeem introduced him as the boss, Imran. Wearing a black singlet on his upper body, it was clear that he was a body builder and I estimated his age at about 40. We shook hands. His grip was so firm that I thought he would crush my fingers.

The office was quite nice, well-maintained and air-conditioned. There were only high windows so it was private. It had a white tiled floor that was very clean and there were colourful upholstered benches against the wall for customers to sit on while waiting. Imran was very friendly and I was pleased to see he had one of those very sexy black moustaches and thick, wavy black hair. His English was fair when he spoke to me but he conversed mostly with Nadeem in Urdu.

He offered us cool drinks from a display refrigerator. I had a lemon drink that had some unidentifiable spicy sort of flavour in it as well. It was quite nice and refreshing.

He and Nadeem were immersed in a long conversation. Imran kept looking in my direction as he spoke to Nadeem and I sensed that the conversation was about me. Arif was just looking around but listening intently. At one point, he caught my eye and grinned so it didn't seem like there was anything to worry about.

Imran then got up and went out of the back door. Nadeem turned to me and said that Imran was just checking how soon the workers would be ready.

'He is pleased that we will give them some money', he said. 'They don't speak English and he will translate for you. You should not kiss them unless they decide to kiss you. You can suck their cocks and they will fuck you.' He also said that they are excited as they have not met an Australian before. 'They have little opportunity for sex and he will make sure they will not be too rough with you. I told him you have been fucked many times here already'. So much for my reputation!

The boss returned, saying the workers were showering and would come to the office shortly. Under his arm he had a colourful patterned sheet, a roll of paper towels and some lubricant. He locked the front door and pulled one of the benches out from the wall into the middle of the office. Spreading the sheet out on the bench, he placed the paper towels and lube down on it.

Five minutes later, there was a quiet knock on the door. Imran walked over and opened it. The two guys came in looking very tentative as if the office was a place they were forbidden to enter normally. Imran spoke to them reassuringly and brought them over to meet me. I stood up and we shook hands and they both smiled sheepishly.

The short one was slim and wiry-looking. I thought he was probably in his early thirties but he could have been younger than that. He had a black moustache and pronounced five o'clock shadow, curly hair which was still a bit wet and a prominent nose. The boss said his name was Omar, which was easy to remember.

The second guy was older with swarthy skin and a very weather-beaten face. He had a very toothy grin and wicked-looking intense eyes. He also had a moustache and five o'clock shadow. His hair was greying and I estimated his age in the mid- forties. He could have been younger or older, it was hard to tell. His name was Sufi.

They also shook hands with Nadeem and Arif who spoke to them in Urdu. Something Nadeem said made them smile and look at each other with great amusement. Arif was also chuckling to himself and Imran was smirking. I told myself to remember to ask Nadeem afterwards what he had said.

'We can start,' said Imran. He spoke to the workers, who started taking off their clothes, and he settled down on another bench to watch. His workers seemed totally unself-conscious about undressing in front of us. Nadeem and Arif were also watching with great interest. After all the action of the previous few days, I was no longer feeling self-conscious and I started undressing, too.

Soon all three of us were naked. Omar, the younger guy, had a nicely muscled slim body from labouring work. His chest was hairy with an attractive line of hair between his chest and his very bushy patch of pubic hair. His cock was about 6 inches long. It was standing almost straight up against his body. The older guy, Sufi, was also slim and muscly. He was much hairier than Omar and his cock was surrounded by a huge amount of hair. His hard cock had a thicker shaft than the head. It was already dripping precum and was about seven and a half inches long. Their hard cocks reassured me that they were happy to be doing this.

'Suck, suck, suck', commanded Imran to me, pointing at the guys standing in front of the bed. I was hard, too, and, when I stepped over to them, Sufi grabbed my cock and, pulling me to him, rubbed it against the hair on his belly and, at the same time, he reached around behind me, feeling for my asshole and pushed his finger in. Then, letting go of me, he pointed at his cock and I crouched down and started sucking it. He tried to push it right down my throat and nearly succeeded. It tasted fine and there was lots of sweet precum.

I changed over to Omar, who held onto the top of my head and fucked my face furiously for a short while. I started to feel I couldn't breathe and had to back off. He grinned down at me. These guys were just rough enough to make it a bit more thrilling.

Both guys then sat down on the edge of the bench a few feel apart. Omar indicated I should sit between them and he grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. I leaned over and started sucking him and it got a bit awkward for him to play with my cock at that angle and he let go. Sucking Omar in that side-on position exposed my ass to Sufi, who started fingering it again. I got up on the bench completely on my knees to make it easier for him to get at it. He pushed his whole forefinger in and moved it around. He said something to Imran who translated for me.

'He says you are very tight and hot'. Imran came over and picked up the lube bottle on the bench behind Sufi and handed it to him. He put some on his finger and some more on my hole and then finger fucked me deeply and rapidly.

Then Omar indicated I should turn around and suck Sufi. Omar then started to explore my hole with his fingers too. Sufi suddenly grabbed my head and pulled it right down onto his cock, getting it right down my throat, but he pulled it out very quickly after achieving his goal and grinned wickedly at me. I smiled back and kept on sucking.

Then Sufi stopped me sucking and turned me around, getting up on the bench on his knees behind me. Omar got off the bench and moved to a position behind Sufi, putting his hand on his shoulder. Sufi rubbed his cock up and down between my ass cheeks and then pushed his cock deep inside me. He started fucking quite hard immediately and, after a very short time, pulled out and Omar took his place, ramming his cock strongly up inside me. He pounded me hard, too, and then got off me. Sufi stood up and positioned me right on the edge of the bench and pounded me hard, his balls slapping against my ass. It was pretty rough fucking but it didn't hurt and it was very exciting to be fucked like that.

Suddenly Sufi blew his load and collapsed on my back. I heard a large amount of cum splashing onto the tiles beneath me when he pulled his cock out of my ass. Omar then bent over me, rammed his cock into me again roughly and fucked hard, REALLY hard.

At one point he pulled me over sideways on the bench enabling him to fuck even harder. Then he shot his load into me with a loud groan and pulled out immediately. More cum could be heard splashing onto the tiles and, when I turned around and looked up at him standing there, his cock was still noticeably jerking up and down and producing thick ropey cum that was dripping down onto the tiles. There was a sizeable puddle of cum on the tiles below the bench and I thought a huge amount of cum must still be in my ass.

Imran stood up and came over to me, unzipping his trousers. He produced a big, fat seven inch cock with a purple head on it. 'Suck', he said, pushing it into my mouth. He tasted good and the thickness made it quite a mouthful. He fucked my mouth hard and didn't take long to cum. It took two gulps to swallow his big load. The two workers had watched this silently. I'd love to know what they were thinking, watching their boss doing this in front of them.

Sufi said something to Imran who translated for me again. 'He is asking if you would open your mouth. He wants to see if you swallowed it.' I did as he asked and he muttered approval noises, rubbing my shoulder vigorously.

Then we all dressed. Nadeem went over to Omar and Sufi when they were ready to go and spoke to them. He got the money out of his pocket and handed it to them, pointing at me as the giver. They looked pleased and then smiled a lot when they saw how much they were given. They turned and came over to me and shook my hand, smiling. Sufi wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear hug. Then they were gone.

Imran asked if I had enjoyed it and I said I certainly had.

'We enjoyed watching', he said. 'You like eating my sperm?' he added. I nodded and he smiled. I noticed a flash from a gold tooth. Then it was time to go and he saw us to the door. 'I hope you come back again', he said. 'I will fuck you next time, too'.

As we drove back, Arif said he was concerned they had been too rough. I re-assured him that it was fine. I liked that he was so concerned about my well-being. I think that's why I felt safe with him and was happy to go along with every experience he arranged for me.

'What did you say to Omar and Sufi that amused them before we started fucking?' I asked Nadeem. He looked at Arif and they both laughed. 'We told them we were only there to make sure they got you pregnant!' he said.

'They must have achieved that with all the cum they shot in your ass', said Arif. 'Did you see all the cum on the floor? Your ass was so full it overflowed!' he added, shaking his head in amazement.

The plan now was to drive Nadeem home and then go back to the shop and close up before driving me back to my hotel for dinner.

As we drove, I became aware of a certain pressure building up. I remembered that I had forgotten to ask to use the toilet before we left the salt factory. I was still full of cum down there.

'You can use the toilet at my shop', said Nadeem and then he added, wickedly, 'and please try not to sneeze before we get there!' I told him that making me laugh was probably just as hazardous!

To be continued....

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巴基斯坦火辣假期——第十二章

作者：Gary Morgan 2020 年 8 月 2 日

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星期六下午

[早上挨了那个饱经风霜、上了年纪的 Samir 一顿狠操，又挨了 Arif 他叔叔 Nadeem 一顿操之后，下午还有一场不寻常的经历正等着我呢。]

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吃完了午饭，Nadeem 跟我们宣布，说这会儿我们要往一家盐厂去。他认得那儿的老板，早铺排好了，叫我去见他那厂里头的几个工人。

“这几个家伙，全是乡下地方来的，没念过什么书，”他说，“那日子过得苦，人也算不上帅、衣裳也穿得不体面，可我觉着，你准保会觉得他们有意思。他们会操你的，可你得给他们些赏钱，他们穷。”得，这一趟，可又是个从来没经过的新鲜事了！

“我该给多少？”我问，心里头是真没底。

“你给我四千卢比，我给他们一人两千。这顶他们每个人干满三整天的工钱了，”Nadeem 跟我解释，“这就算出手大方了，他们准保高兴得要命。”

四千卢比，听着像是好大一笔数目，可我飞快地在心里算了算，才回过味来，其实压根没几个钱。要是我这辈子头一回花钱买春，好歹这笔买卖是真他妈划算！我把钱递给 Nadeem，他揣进了自己胸前兜里。

我们开着车，Nadeem 跟我解释，说我们到的时候，那厂子正好周末歇了工。那两个工人就住在厂子里头。

“甭担心，”他瞧见我脸上那点不踏实，说道，“那老板会盯着他们把自己弄干净的。”

开了三十分钟，我们到了一片没那么拥挤的工业区，四处散着各色各样的厂房，中间隔着些空地。看着是有几分荒凉，也断断不是游客会逛过来的地界！

Nadeem 敲了敲那间办公室的门，门开了，出来一个块头挺大、那对眼珠子咄咄逼人的男人。他邀了我们进去，Nadeem 给我引见，说这就是老板，叫 Imran。他上身穿了件黑背心，一看就是个练健美的，我估摸着他大概四十岁上下。我们握了手。他那手攥得死紧死紧的，我差点以为手指头都要被他捏碎了。

那间办公室瞅着倒是不赖，打理得挺好，还开着空调。窗户全在高处，这么着外头就瞧不见里头，挺私密的。地上铺着白瓷砖，干干净净，靠墙摆着几张颜色鲜亮的软垫长凳，是给客人等着的时候坐的。Imran 这人挺热乎，我瞧见他嘴唇上头挂着两撇撩死人的黑八字胡，还顶着一头乌黑浓密的卷发，心里头倒是挺高兴。他跟我讲英文的时候还过得去，可大半时候是拿乌尔都语跟 Nadeem 说着话。

他从一个玻璃门冷柜里拿出几瓶冰饮来请我们喝。我来了瓶柠檬水，那里头还带着股子说不清是哪种香料的辣丝丝的味儿。喝着倒是挺不赖，也解渴。

他跟 Nadeem 两个人扎进了一场老长的对话里头。Imran 跟 Nadeem 说话的时候，不住地拿眼往我这边瞟，我觉着那话头是围着我在转。Arif 就那么四下打量着，可也竖着耳朵听得紧紧的。有那么一刻，他逮着我的眼，龇牙一乐，这么瞅着，倒像也没什么好担心的。

跟着 Imran 站起身来，打后门出去了。Nadeem 转过身来对着我，说 Imran 刚是去瞧瞧那几个工人过不大会儿能预备好不能。

“我们肯给他们些钱，他挺高兴的，”他说，“他们不讲英文，他会替你译给他们听。不能亲他们，除非他们自己定下主意要来亲你。你能给他们嘬鸡巴，他们也会操你。”他还说，他们几个全兴奋得不行，谁也没碰见过澳大利亚来的人。“他们难得捞着机会操逼，他会盯着他们不叫他们对你太糙的。我跟他说了，你到了这儿，早都挨了不知多少顿操了。”得，我这点名声，也算完了！

那老板回来了，说那几个工人正冲着澡，过不大会儿就到办公室来。他胳膊底下夹了条花花绿绿的薄单子，一卷擦手纸，还有一管润滑油。他把前门反锁了，从墙边拽过一张长凳，拖到办公室正中间。把那单子铺在凳子上头，又把擦手纸和润滑油搁在上头。

过了五分钟，门上有人轻轻敲了敲。Imran 走过去开了门。那两个家伙进来了，瞅着怯头怯脑的，倒像这间办公室，往常是他们绝不许踏进来的地界似的。Imran 拿话宽了他们几句，把他们带过来见了我。我站起来，我们握了手，他俩全臊眉耷眼地笑了笑。

那个矮些的，精瘦，瞅着跟铁丝拧的似的。我觉着他大概三十出头，可也可能还要年轻些。他嘴唇上头挂着两撇黑八字胡，那下巴上青虚虚的胡茬，到了下午五点就浓得显眼，一头卷毛头发还带着些没干的潮气，鼻子挺显眼。那老板说他叫 Omar，这名儿倒是好记。

第二个家伙岁数大些，皮子黑黢黢的，一张脸饱经风霜。笑起来呲出一口白牙，那对眼珠子又坏又亮，直勾勾的。他也挂着两撇八字胡，下巴上也是青虚虚的胡茬。头发都花白了，我估摸着他大概四十五六。也可能更年轻、也可能更老，真不好说。他名字叫 Sufi。

他俩也跟 Nadeem 和 Arif 握了手，Arif 他们拿乌尔都语跟他们搭了话。Nadeem 不知说了句什么，把他们逗得笑了，两个人互相瞅着，那脸上那副乐坏了的模样。Arif 自己也吃吃地笑，Imran 脸上也挂着个坏笑。我暗地里跟自己说，回头非得记着问问 Nadeem，他方才到底说了什么。

“咱们能开了，”Imran 说。他朝那两个工人说了几句，那两人这就动手脱衣裳了，他自己在另一张长凳上坐下来看着。他那两个工人，在我们跟前脱衣裳，半点不带扭捏的。Nadeem 跟 Arif 也在边上看得津津有味。折腾了这么些天，我这会儿也早就不臊了，自己也动手脱了。

没多会儿，我们三个全脱得精光。Omar，那个年轻些的，干苦活儿练出一副精瘦的好身板，肌肉分明。他胸口毛茸茸的，从胸口到他那蓬老大的鸡巴毛中间，连着一条勾死人的毛路。他那根鸡巴大概六寸来长，几乎直直朝上贴着肚子戳着。那个上了岁数的，Sufi，也是精瘦带肌肉。他比 Omar 毛多得多，他那根鸡巴周遭团团围着一大蓬毛，厚得吓人。他那根硬鸡巴，茎身比龟头还要粗，那上头早就在往下滴滴答答淌前列腺液了，大概七寸半来长。瞧见他俩那硬梆梆的鸡巴，我心里倒踏实了——他们也是欢欢喜喜来干这档子事的。

“嘬，嘬，嘬。”Imran 拿手指着那两个戳在床边上的家伙，冲我下令道。我也早硬了，等我一凑到他们跟前，Sufi 一把攥住我的鸡巴，把我朝他身上一拽，拿我那根东西蹭着他肚子上那层毛，同一时候，他又伸出胳膊绕到我身后，摸着我的屁眼，把一根手指头捅了进来。跟着他松了我，指了指自己的鸡巴，我就蹲跪下去，开始给他嘬。他试着把那根东西直直捅进我嗓子眼里，还差点就成了。尝着味儿挺好，那甜丝丝的前列腺液也多得不行。

我换到 Omar 那边去，他两只手薅住我头顶，就那么疯了似的操了我这张脸一小阵子。我开始觉着气都透不上来了，只得往后缩了缩。他低下头，冲我龇牙一乐。这几个家伙，糙得刚刚好，倒叫这事更添了几分撩人的劲头。

跟着那两个家伙全在长凳边上坐了下来，中间隔着几尺来远。Omar 比划着叫我坐到他们中间去，他一把攥住我的鸡巴，开始给我撸。我歪过身子，也开始给他嘬，他那个角度要想再玩我的鸡巴就有些别扭了，他也就松了手。我这么侧着身子给 Omar 嘬着的时候，屁股就晾给了 Sufi，他又拿手指头捅了进去。我整个人爬上长凳，拿膝盖跪在上头，这么着，他够起来更方便了。他把整根食指全杵了进去，在里头搅来搅去。他朝 Imran 说了句什么，Imran 译给我听。

“他说你那地方又紧又烫。”Imran 凑了过来，抄起 Sufi 身后长凳上那管润滑油，递给了他。他往自己手指头上抹了些，又往我洞眼上抹了些，跟着就拿那根手指头，又快又深地操起我的屁眼来。

跟着 Omar 比划着叫我转过身去，给 Sufi 嘬。Omar 这就也拿手指头探起我的洞眼来。Sufi 忽然间薅住我的头，把它死死往自己鸡巴上按，把那根东西直直捅进我嗓子眼里，可等他一得手，又飞快地把它抽了出来，冲我坏坏地龇牙一乐。我也冲他笑了笑，接着给他嘬。

跟着 Sufi 叫我停了嘬，把我转了过去，他自己也爬上长凳，拿膝盖跪在我身后。Omar 下了长凳，挪到 Sufi 身后去，一只手搭在他肩膀上。Sufi 拿他那根鸡巴，在我屁股蛋子中间上上下下地蹭，跟着就把它深深捅进了我里面。他立马就开始挺狠地操开了，就那么一小会儿工夫，又拔了出去，Omar 顶了他的位置，猛一下把那根鸡巴狠狠楔进我里面。他也下狠手地操着我，完了也从我身上下了去。Sufi 站起来，把我挪到正正在长凳最边上，又拿那根鸡巴往我屁股里下狠手地猛夯，他那对卵蛋一下下啪啪地拍在我屁股上。这顿操，算是挺糙的了，可没疼，叫人这么操着，那股子撩人的劲头，倒真是要了命。

忽然间，Sufi 就把他那泡货全泄了出来，整个人塌在我后背上。等他那根鸡巴从我屁股里抽出去的时候，我听见好大一泡精液哗啦一下全溅在我身子底下那瓷砖地上。Omar 跟着弯下腰来压在我身上，又把他那根鸡巴糙乎乎地重新楔进我里面，下狠手地操着，是实实着着的狠。

操到一半，他把我往侧边一拽，叫我侧着身躺在长凳上，这么着他就能操得更狠了。跟着他闷嚎了一声，把他那泡货全射在了我里面，立马就拔了出去。又能听见更多精液哗啦啦地溅在瓷砖地上，等我转过身去，抬起头瞧着他戳在那儿，他那根鸡巴还一抽一抽地跳得显眼，正往外滋着一道一道浓稠稠、绳子似的精，滴滴答答全落在瓷砖上头。那长凳底下，瓷砖地上已经汪了那么老大一滩精，我心想，我这屁股里头，保准还窝着好大一堆货呢。

Imran 站起来，凑到我面前，解了自己裤子拉链。他亮出来一根又大又肥、七寸来长的鸡巴，上头顶着颗紫红色的龟头。“嘬。”他说着，把那东西杵进我嘴里。他那味儿尝着挺好，那粗细细细，满满塞了一嘴。他挺狠地操我的嘴，没花多大工夫就泄了。他那老大的泡货，我足足两大口才全咽下去。那两个工人从头到尾就那么一声不出地看着。我他妈真想闹明白，眼瞅着自己老板就在他们脸跟前干这档子事，他们心里头到底在想什么。

Sufi 朝 Imran 说了句什么，Imran 又替我译了。“他问你能不能把嘴张开。他想瞧瞧你是不是真咽下去了。”我照他说的做了，他就咕咕哝哝地出声应着，一面死命地搓着我的肩膀。

跟着我们全穿好了衣裳。等他们预备好要走了，Nadeem 走到 Omar 和 Sufi 跟前，跟他们说了几句。他把那钱从兜里掏出来递给他们，朝我指了指，意思是这钱是我给的。他们看着像是挺高兴，等瞅见给了那么些，更是笑得不行。他们转过身来，走到我跟前，跟我握了手，脸上挂着笑。Sufi 张开胳膊把我一箍，给我来了个熊抱。跟着他们人就没影了。

Imran 问我玩得美不美，我说那还用讲，美得很。

“我们在边上瞧着，也美得很，”他说。“你喜欢吃我的精液？”他又补了句。我点了点头，他笑了笑。我瞅见他嘴里头有颗金牙，闪了一道。

跟着就到了该走的时候，他把我们送到门口。“我盼着你还能再回来，”他说，“下回，我也要操你一回。”

我们开着车往回走，Arif 说，他有点发愁，怕他们对我太糙了。我跟他打了包票，说没事。他这么惦记着我的周全，我倒真是心领。我琢磨着，也就是冲这个，我跟他待在一块儿才觉着踏实，他替我铺排的这一桩桩一件件，我也才欢欢喜喜全接着了。

“我们开弄之前，你到底跟 Omar 和 Sufi 说了什么，把他们逗成那样？”我问 Nadeem。他瞅了瞅 Arif，他俩全笑了。“我们跟他们讲，我们就是专程来盯着他们，非得叫你怀上种不可！”他说。

“冲他们往你屁股里灌了那么些精，这事怕是成了，”Arif 说，“你瞅见地上那滩精了没？你那屁股叫灌得实在太满，都往外溢了！”他又补了句，那头摇得跟不信似的。

这时候的铺排，是先开车送 Nadeem 回家，再回铺子里去打烊，完了再开车送我回酒店吃晚饭。

我们开着车，我觉出身子底下有一股子劲儿正越憋越猛。这才想起来，方才离开盐厂之前，竟忘了问一声能不能用用他们的茅房。我底下那地方，到这会儿还是灌满了精呢。

“到了我铺子，你就能用茅房了，”Nadeem 说，跟着又坏坏地补了句，“求你，到地方之前千万别打喷嚏！”我跟他说，他再这么逗我笑，怕是也一样险得很！

待续……

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