The Kebab Shop Guy [25]

8/11/2016 4:58:31 AM by KristinF
(Edited: 1/4/2021 7:25:39 AM)
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Where we lived above some shops, just a few doors along there was a kebab shop.  Now, I have never had a kebab in my mouth but I have had one of the guys that worked there in my mouth…

















I had been to Croydon shopping and I walked in a little tired to be greeted by the sight of a pair of muscular buttocks pounding into my friend Katie.  She was on all fours with this bald, and very fit Turkish guy sort of crouching behind her balls deep inside her.  I have to say my eyes were drawn to his backside and rippling back.  He was good looking but young, maybe the same as us, twenty.  He was a regular at the club we used, but he, like the vast majority of people there, never went to the after parties, he just wouldn’t have been invited.



Well I stood watching for a moment and said “Would anyone like a drink?” At which Emre (I think that would be how you would spell it) stopped and looked around quickly.

“Please don’t stop on my account” I said taking off my scarf and gloves.

“No, PLEASE don’t stop” cried Kate.

Emre slowly started to fuck Kate once more.  They were both stark naked and I have no idea how long they had been at it.  Kate hadn’t mentioned anyone coming round last night, but in fairness I had set off before she got up that morning.

As no one had wanted a drink I said “I am having a shower” and wandered off to our small toilet/bathroom.  I couldn’t help noticing Emre’s shoes sitting outside the bathroom, his socks neatly folded inside them.  I peered around and saw he had very tidily folded his other clothes and put them over the back of a dining room chair.   Our flat was small.  One bedroom, a small bathroom, and the main room which was a kitchen and lounge with a small dining room table and four rickety chairs.  I loved to sit and look out the window and watch the world go by outside.

‘He’s neat and tidy’ I thought as I started to strip off.  I was aching, it was early December and I had been doing some Christmas shopping.  I put a shower cap on and got into the shower.  The hot water was soothing. 

As I stepped out of the shower Kate came in and sat down on the toilet to pee “Come and join me babes” she smiled up at me.  “He’s a nice guy”.
I made up my mind as I dried myself that I would.  “Okay, how are we going to do this?  Did you mention me getting involved?”



Kate dried and taking a flannel from the small airing cupboard, dampened it and wiped her vagina.  “Leave it to me…” she said lifting the laundry basket lid and dropping the flannel inside before towelling herself dry.  I watched her walk out the door and heard her say “Do you mind if my friend joins us?”

I never heard a reply but wrapped a towel around my body and took the bull by the horns and walked out there.  Emre was sat on the edge of our aging sofa trying to surreptitiously stroke his penis, guys always seem to do that, I think to stay erect I guess.  He wasn’t huge but he was reasonably thick.  I took in his physique; it really was something.  ‘He’ll do’ I thought.

“Hello” smiled Emre, a little shyly.  That is quite a feat considering he was stroking his condom clad cock.  I noticed the tip was semen free and that was a good sign. “I have seen you at the Bonhomie!”

I nodded and just sashayed over to him, opened my towel and threw it onto the sofa beside him.  He was no slouch, he dropped his cock and his hands went straight to my hips.  He slipped them up my waist and whispered “Beautiful!”

Kate stood beside me and leaned round me and squeezed my breasts.  “I keep telling her that but she won’t believe me!” I looked round at her and smiled.

“Emre said he always wants to talk to us in the club babes, I told him he should come over” she smiled

“Yes, I recognise him and he works in the kebabby too” I said as I felt his fingers touch my recently femfreshed pussy.  He prised me open and his fingers went straight to my clitoris.  I like it when a guy knows his way around a pussy, most guys my age just wanted to finger you and thought that was the height of foreplay.  Emre, although young knew exactly what to do.  A finger and forefinger squeezed the hood exposing my shy clitoris.
Simultaneously Kate’s fingers teased my nipples, pinching them to attention. 

“I hope you have saved some for me” I grinned down at Emre.  I don’t think he had a clue what I meant but Kate helped “He hasn’t cum yet babes”.
One of his hands cupped my backside whilst the other continued to expose my little clitoris, his tongue went straight to it and I felt my legs tense.  There’s little in life like it, the way to this girl’s heart is through that tiny button of nerve packed flesh.  Kate moved behind me and wrapped her arms around me, one hand stroking my tummy, the other forearm under my boobs, lifting them.  I have said it before; I adore being the centre of attention.  Not in an arrogant way, I mean sexually being the centre of attention.  I love to do things to other people but having a couple of guys, or girls, or a mixture working on my body is just simply divine.



Emre was gripping my fleshy labia, pinching them, sucking them and letting them go, occasionally making firm, rasping licks from the bottom to the top of my glistening vulva.  I stroked his shaved head and just let myself float away with the passion.

It was around three pm and we were going out tonight, I guessed we had about three or four hours of fucking time, it was a big ask for a guy on his own but Kate and I were experts at slowing the pace, squeezing every last bit of sex from a guy.  He was sucking my clit with gusto now and Kate was pinching my nipples and fingering my navel.  She knew that was something that has a bizarre effect on me, it’s like I associate it with penetration for some reason, it always makes me wet. and wow was I wet.  I needed this boys cock badly.

I gently coaxed him back so he was laid on the sofa, his feet on the floor.  I kneeled and made a beeline for his cock.  It jutted proudly, sheathed in a condom it bent upward fiercely, like a banana.  I knew I should have given him some attention and sucked him but I wanted it inside me so badly it ached and so I just mounted him, taking him in right to the very base in one, slippery movement.

I could see he liked it.  His mouth opened and his eyes rolled up as I ground my wet pussy on his very sparsely haired pubis.  Now, I thought it was unusual.  I have known a few Turkish men and they always seem very…. Hirsute, but Emre was different.   I leaned on his broad shoulders and with the soles of my feet on the sofa I bounced hard, smacking into his lap.  Like I say, he was average size but enough to fill me fully.  When they are too long you miss out on the lovely feeling of your bottom smacking on their thighs so big isn’t always better.  Kate’s hands roamed over us, her naughty fingers finding my engorged button and pinching the hood.  I I bent my neck back and looked at her and smiled broadly, she always knew what I liked.  With her help I made Emre’s balls very wet and slippery, very quickly.

Kate knelt and suckled hard on my nipples as her fingernails worked between my legs, flicking my clitoris as I bounced on Emre.  He had a lovely torso, muscular but not too much, a defined six pack, which I was enjoying stroking and pressing down on.

Kate’s hand really explored me now.  One hand behind me, between my buttocks, gently tickling my anus whilst the fingers of her other hand milked my little button.  I am not a screamer, I pant and moan and I was doing both now.  Emre was biting his lip, I knew I had to ease off because he was close to climax but it was difficult, I was just cumming constantly.  Reluctantly I dismounted and immediately Emre grasped his cock, meaning to finish himself off but I grasped his wrist and as he looked at me I smiled and shook my head gently.

I moved forward and presented my wet, yawning pussy to him whilst behind me Kate knelt and prised apart his thighs, her hands running up the inside of each slowly.  I heard her mumbling and the sound of latex being pulled from his cock.  I know it is stupid but we both preferred cock bareback.  Sucking a condom isn’t much fun and they were too expensive to just yank on and off for oral.

His fingers dug into my buttocks hard as Kate took his cock into her mouth.  He groaned loudly into my wetness but I knew Kate would slow everything down, and she did. 

Our sofa was bouncy and a bit tired so I was careful as I turned around, still astride him, now with my bottom facing him I bent and stroked Kate’s hair as she slowly bobbed up and down.  She pulled her mouth away from him with a loud suck and looked at her handiwork proudly and then up at me.
“Does that look bigger to you?” she grinned, I must admit it did, it was massively engorged and so nodded grinning.  I tend to over-estimate but I would have said it was near seven inches and throbbing visibly.  Kate leaned on his knees and stood “my turn sister!” she smiled so I moved to one side to let her straddle him.  She grasped the base and slowly enveloped him with her moist flesh.

Emre had that look of a guy who couldn’t believe his luck, he was excited and just didn’t know what to do first, he wanted to touch us both so I said “Hey, swing round, lay flat!”



Kate knew what I was up to and together the scrambled around so he was on his back full stretch.  Our old sofa was long and the was easily room.  Crouching over him, facing Kate I lowered by sex onto his face.  “There…” I grinned to Kate but speaking to Emre “Is that better?”

Emre’s tummy was flexing, sucking in, arching, he was having a wonderful time as two pussies worked him over.  I had my hands on his chest and Kate leaned on his tummy “I think we are going to let this poor boy cum babes” she smiled at me “I can feel him throbbing and wriggling around inside me like an eel” she giggled.  His hands gripped my hips, he voraciously sucked and licked my vulva as Kate bounced on his cock and I nodded to Kate “Yes, it might relax him a little” at which she started flicking her hips fast as she leaned back, onto his knees. 

Her wet vagina was a blur as it worked his shaft and I heard his moaning reaching a crescendo and he had stopped eating me “Oh he’s about to come babes” I smiled as his hips arched, trying to get deeper into my friend.  As he cum hard into Kate his hands gripped my hips so hard it hurt. “Oh yes!” Kate cried and she stroked his shaft with her pussy “Give it all to me…”.

I scooted back off his face and leaned forward so my face was inches from their joined genitals.  I can still to the day feel his panting breath on my tummy, it was such a turn on.  The action slowed and Kate gently eased off his cock and as she did his glans slapped my chin and a stream of sperm drooled from her.  I pushed forward and she angled her groin so that my mouth could close over her leaking orifice.  Kate liked that… a lot.  She came hard, her writhing sex oozing more of Emre’s cum into my mouth.  Poor Emre never saw any of this.  He had his face turned sideways with my tummy laid on it whilst I ate his seed from my friend.  I gripped the base of his deflating, slippery cock and gave it a few hard sucks and he moaned and winced a little.

We both climbed off him and looked down at the shattered boy.  His cock was shrivelling but we would soon see to that!

“My GOD” he gasped

“Have you been saving that up?” Kate smiled.

A number three bus slowly drove past our window, anyone inside could have looked and saw Kate and I naked there.  You know though, once I am aroused I never care about such things.  I am actually quite shy most of the time but get my libido zinging and it all goes out the window.  I padded off to the loo and when I came back a few minutes later Emre was still just laid prostrate on the sofa.

I knelt in front of Kate, I knew how to get his attention and winked at Kate.  Grasping her knees, I pushed them apart and putting a hand between her breasts pushed her back so she was laid flat, backside right on the edge of the sofa, feet flat on the carpet.  I leaned close, the musky smell of consummated sex rose up from her, delicious.  Ducking my head, I gave her a slow rasping lick from perineum to clitoris. 

“Oooo yesssssss” Kate cooed, tilting her rump to angle her sex so I could get at it more easily.  I spread open her plump labia majora, exposing the glistening vulva and sticky minora nestled within.  I squeezed her hood prompting her clitoris to poke out excitedly and I just blew on the wet button.  I could see the moisture well up in her opening.  Never blow inside a vagina by the way, only the external parts.  Twisting my head sideways I took one of her minora in my mouth and pulled, stretching it and letting it go before doing the same to the other.  I peeled her open again and closing my lips over the delicate parts I sucked. 

Kate wasn’t playing now, her pupils had gone, her eyes were misty and she was completely and utterly aroused.  The strong scent of arousal drifted up from her, god, sometimes I wish I had a penis so I could fuck her with all my might.  I never did own a strap-on, if I could go back in time knowing what I know now it would be the first thing I would buy so I could give my friend a properly hard fucking!  Val, a friend used to tell me she derived immense pleasure rom fucking other girls with a strap-on, I can imagine the draw.

Kate gyrated her hips and I concentrated on her clitoris, I also slipped a couple of fingertips into her to massage her g-spot.  I sat on my haunches and really work her up into a froth, my thumb strumming her clit, my fingers moving in and out fast as she started to climax. 

With a loud cry she squirted into my palm “There you go babe, there you go…” I whispered as the orgasm swept over her.  Her brow was screwed up, she was squinting and staring at me open mouthed as a couple of further small squirts of juice splashed my palm and wrist.  I leant forward and sucked her clit and she bucked, I felt juice spray my throat and chest before trickling down between my breasts, over my tummy and between my legs.  I broke concentration on her for a moment and turned to see Emre sitting bolt upright with a stonking erection.  Our eyes connected and next thing I knew he was scrambling behind me.  I tilted my rump and he was straight into me to the balls in one wet stroke. 

His hands gripped my waist and his groin slapped loudly against me, my hands were still toying with Kate’s gaping sex.  When she has strong climaxes her vulva swells and flushes, and now it was really in the throes of ongoing orgasm.  She looked at me, mouth agape and she reached down and held my wrist, pulling my fingers into her hard.  I slipped a third and then a fourth and using the thumb on the same hand rubbed her clit and my other hand steadied myself and Emre fucked me for all he was worth. 

The juicy wet noises rang around the apartment, and yet again I gathered from the tell-tale signs Emre was about to shoot his load so I reached back and put a hand against his lower tummy “Cool it baby, slow down, we don’t want you cumming again just yet”

He gasped in a heavily accent voice “Don’t worry, I come many times!”

I just looked at Kate who was just recovering her composure and she raised an eyebrow quizzically.

A minute or two of hard smacking into me and he climaxed.  I have used this analogy before, but some men, when they come it is if they are trying to crawl back up into the womb cock first.  Emre was like that on this orgasm.   He had an arm wrapped around me and he couldn’t have possibly crammed more of his cock into me.  He jerked sporadically as he ejaculated but soon relaxed.

We stayed there for a moment but eventually Kate took my hand and coaxed me to stand before returning the favour, cupping here mouth over my sex like a limpet and sucking and licking every last drop of sperm from me.  I crouched and kissed her on the mouth and tasted Emre’s bitter saltiness on her tongue.

I got up and sat on the sofa next to Kate and stretched out like a contented cat, I all but purred.  It has always been a favourite pastime for me, I adore sex. 



Emre was kneeling, smiling with a semi erection.  A bead of sperm glistened at the tip and he said tongue in cheek “I hope I haven’t tired you ladies out?”

I just parted my thighs and said “less talking more licking”  Kate giggled and rolled over and lay beside me, her palm pressing gently on my tummy “Oh Emre, you really must learn to be quiet sometimes, we wouldn’t notice you then and you will get a chance to recover but know you must be pressed back into service immediately!” she added, winking at him before lifting her leg and flashing her pussy. “Me next…”

Emre was very good actually.  He went down on us both over and over, I am sure his tongue must have ached.  He ejaculated twice more, it was more spits and spots than anything else but he was true to his word and managed yet another erection.  He had developed an insatiable need to see one of us licking his sperm from the others body and we didn’t disappoint him. 

The last climax was brought about by Kate and I sharing sucking cock duties and there was barely a drop and he took ages to cum.  That boy lasted a full two hours of sex, not many men have managed that.

There is a twist in this tale… I spoke to my friend ‘Kate’ on Sunday, as I do every week and she told me the last she’d heard of Emre he was gay and living with a man!  So goodness knows if we were the cause of that.  I have been accused of driving men to drink before but homosexuality?!?