HAMSA OF TANGIER 5
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As I began to come down from the high of being fucked by everyone, and as the cool of the piss pool relaxed me further, I rested my head on one of the steps down into the pool and drifted off to sleep. I came to when my head relaxed sideways, sank beneath the surface and I choked. Edem crawled over to me and kissed me gently.
"Has the party-slut finally had enough?"
I smiled back and pulled him down into a hard kiss. "Yes, finally I think I have."
Edem scooped up some piss and poured it over my face before he went back to kissing me. "Me too, shall we get cleaned up and ask the Bey if we can leave?" "I guess so," I replied tilting my head back once again into the pool of piss. Edem helped me to stand up, none too steadily. There were still a few people in the pool; there was even still some sex going on as a couple of the young soldiers were making out across the pool.
The activities of the evening had finally caught up with me and I had to lean on Edem for support. We went to the small plunge pool and washed the piss and cum from our bodies and hair. It was cold and went some way to waking me up. I could face the long walk back across the palace to my room.
"Shit Edem," I managed to say. "I am totally shattered. Totally fucked, totally drunk on cum and piss, and totally happy."
"Like I said," he replied, "life is bloody fucking wonderful."
Somehow we got back to our quarters. My arse was still leaking cum. Fortunately I wasn't on duty the next day and I could rest until the noon bell woke me. I wondered if the Bey had slept in too. Edem was on duty though, poor bastard. But then he hadn't spent two hours getting gang fucked. My arse wasn't exactly sore but it felt very, very well used. I felt it with my fingers; wet and relaxed. I pushed two fingers inside, I was tender but no damage had been done, I'd live to be fucked again. I stretched out lazily on my pallet and realised that actually I was quite ready to get fucked again. Sixteen year olds recover quickly and we never stop being horny, if fact of course the more sex you have the more you want.
I finally staggered naked out of my room to the latrine hoping vaguely that Harun or some of his mates might be there again, but it was just Mudassar.
"Ah," he said, "Slut-boy awakes."
"Not that awake, to be honest. I feel as if I have done the run from Marathon."
"I'm not surprised. You put on quite a show, we were very impressed, not to say jealous," he said with a grin, "I didn't get fucked anything like as much when I joined. Next time when a new person is inducted you get to fuck them as well."
I gave him a sheepish grin, "Actually, it was wonderful. I loved every second. I loved the attention, I loved all the cocks in my mouth and my arse, I loved the cum, the piss. I loved everything about it. And I think I did great."
"You did indeed, Hamsa my young slut friend." and he gave me a warm hug.
"So what happens now?" I asked.
"For palace people, the guards and slaves and the Bey and his officials, you are now offficially one of the boys available for sex. You will get called on everyday at least for the next few weeks. You don't have to accept, unless it's His Highness of course. But knowing you," he added with a smirk, "I don't suppose you'll turn anyone down. Make sure your arse is well greased each morning when you get up. I can tell you now, the Berber won't be satisfied with just the fuck last night."
"No, I dont suppose I will turn anyone down, least of all the Berber, being fucked by that club was an amazing experience."
"Not all of us can take him so easily as you seemed to do. Edem loves being fucked by him so now he will have two arses to fuck whenever he wants. He's a vicious fuck when he wants to be, but like most of us he gets off on knowing the other guy is having a good time too. He doesn't try to fuck anyone who didn't enjoy it the first time. He's fucked me a few times but to be honest I didn't really enjoy it too much and he knows that. he enjoys being fucked too, despite the macho front he puts on. He's been down to the guards' quarters a few nights and I'm told takes on half the troop. He gets to fuck some of them too. He gets fucked by the Bey of course and I guess he fucks the Bey as well."
This talk was getting me horny and I could see Mudassar's cock was just as hard as mine.
"I came in here to piss," he said, "but I need to get rid of this hardon first. What can you do about that?"
"What do you prefer, my mouth or my arse?" I replied standing boldly in front of him, my head on one side.
"Arse first then your mouth," he replied. I quickly turned round, guessing my arse was still loose and sloppy enough to take his cock easily, and I was right. He pushed his cock against my hole and it slipped in with no more resistance that was necessary to give us both maximum pleasure. He fucked me hard and at first I thought he might have changed his mind and had decided to cum in my arse after all. But after five minutes of hard fucking he pulled out, turned me round and quickly pushed me down before thrusting his slimy cock into my mouth and after burying it to the root a few times, flooded it with spunk, four spurts hit the roof of my mouth and covered my tongue. It was sweet and thick. When he had finished and his cock had softened a little, he held my head still and the heavy piss stream followed. I had just bathed and while I love it when someone pisses all over me, I just wanted to drink it all. He was right about wanting to piss, he must have pissed for a full two minutes before thr stream finally eased up. As soon as he had finished he lifted me up and kissed me hard.
"Thanks, I really needed that," he said. Then he slipped away leaving me high, though not it has to be said, exactly dry....
I went back to the job I had come in to do but no sooner had I had stood up at the urinal than two more of the palace slaves came in. These were not Slaves of the Body and had not been at the party the night before, but it turned out they were well informed never-the-less. I didn't know them well, other than seeing them about sometimes. I thought they were young cooks. There were over three hundred people who worked in the palace if you included the soldiers, so it wasn't always easy to know who was who.
"Well, if it isn't the cum-slut himself. Looking for more cock? Didn't get enough last night? You two've become legends around the palace. We've just left your mate from last night, hunched over a mess table getting fucked by his mess mates. He was up to about eight when we left them half an hour ago."
I grinned at them, "Lucky bastard! Well, I don't think I'll ever get enough cock, in answer to your question."
They looked at each other and quickly took off their tunics and tossed them in the corner. They were a couple of years older than me, well fed, smooth skinned country lads. They had party size cocks which was just great with me, and what was even more important both were already rock hard. They were more than ready for this and I wondered how much sex they got, plenty I imagined, though probably not as much as us, whose principal job it was.
"How do you want us?" It seemed averybody was being polite today.
"Arse first then finish up in my mouth, there's nothing like than a warm mouthful of fresh boy spunk to set you up for the day."
I was spit roasted by these two eager boys, one in my mouth and the other in my arse.
About two minutes into the fuck the boy in my arse said, there's cum in your arse, is that still from last night?"
I briefly stopped sucking his friend's cock, "I guess so. Is that a problem? With any luck at all I shall get fucked and filled up again a few more times before I get to sleep. It's what I do."
"Here Tariq, you have to fuck this hole it's so tight and smooth and slimy. I've never fucked anything like it. I swear he's wanking me with his arse muscles. His arse is sucking the cum out of me."
They swapped places. The change around happened a couple more times. I was loving it and groaned my appreciation; and judging by the steady stream of comments they were giving each other, they were too. I could hear them kissing across my back. I guess they felt it was a bit glamourous. They were getting to fuck the Prince's personal whore, his personal fuck boy. Little did they know I was everyones fuck boy. My arse belonged to the Bey but it was free for everyone else to use.
Eventually the one who was fucking me at that moment announced breathlessly that he was going to cum so he quickly swapped places with his mate and came round to my mouth. He was wanking furiously as he shoved his cum covered cock roughly inside and filled it with a huge gush of cum. Fucking hell, how long had he been saving that load up for? The other chef was fucking me hard and just a minute after his mate had fed me, he too came round to my front and grabbing me by the hair held his cock just in front of my wide open mouth and shot three huge slugs of cum to join the pool still in there. I gobbled and slurped noisily over his cockhead sucking up the cum before swallowing their combined loads.
I think one of the things which made people enjoy having sex with me was that I totally loved whatever they were doing to me. I looked at these two boys who were so obviously pleased with themselves. They had made the Bey's slut boy moan with pleasure so why wouldn't they be proud? We high fived and grinned at each other, each of us reluctant to end the meeting. I went over to each of them in turn and gently kissed them, quickly running my tongue inside their mouths and letting them taste their cum still in mine.
"That was perfect guys, you're great fucks. I loved it. Why don't you come over here again? My cunt is always open for new cocks."
Their grins got broader, and they looked at each other.
"When?" said one.
"I'm here all day unless the Bey sends for me. Cum when ever you like."
They continued looking at each other and I thought they looked a bit embarrassed. They were obviously building up to a question.
"Actually, the whole palace knows about the Slaves of the Body and what you do. We know you serve the Bey but we also know that you are his persoanl sex toys. We don't mean that disrespectfully," he added quickly. "I mean every one of you is beautiful, who wouldn't want to fuck you? The rest of us slaves get to play around too, but we don't get anything like the sex you all do and we were wondering if we could join in on some of the games?" Then he blurted out, "Were you really fucked sixty times last night. That's the story."
"Yeah, sixty sounds about right and I sucked off more than thirty I guess. I love cum in either end. And when that was done I drank a whole lot of piss too. That didn't include the sex during the day of course." I knew I was boasting but why not? I was a slutty whore and totally proud of it.
They looked at me in astonishment, "Shit you had sex a hundred times yesterday and you're still horny today!"
"I'm always horny. I'd love to be down in the barracks now sucking off the whole platoon. Why not?" I looked up to the ceiling stretched out my arms and shouted, "I LOVE COCK. I'M A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD CUM SLUT AND I LOVE IT!"
They started laughing and I joined in.
"We're working tonight, the Bey has guests but what about tomorrow? Um," then after a pause, "there are several other slaves who work with us; we've been talking and we want to know if they could meet you too? They've heard the same stories as us. We came here hoping to meet some of your group but we never guessed it would be you. The guys back in the mess hall and kitchens will never believe us."
"I'm on duty tomorrow evening so I have the afternoon free. After you've served lunch may be? How many are we talking about."
"Five of us were talking about it this morning, but when some of the others find out they may want to come too."
"That sounds OK," I said, "the more the merrier, "would you like me to see if some of the other lads here would like to join in? You said you wanted to meet us."
Their smiles lit up the room.
I got back to our corridor to find a flap of some kind on; apparently the Bey had unexpected guests in the form of an Imperial envoy and his retainers, that's who the two cooks must have been talking about, and we were all needed in our best uniforms to help him entertain them. The duty slaves would attend the Bey himself and the envoy, we would surpervize the hospitality of his retainers. I quickly washed from the pitcher in my room, thankful that neither Mudassar nor the two young cooks had actually cum in my arse. A leaking arse would have been embarrassing under the circumstances (at other times of course it would have been taken as an invitation.) We formed up and processed across the palace to the Bey's appartments. This time we did not go into the private hammam. I was asigned to look after the captain of the small troop of soldiers who had accompanied the envoy. He asked if his troops could be fed too, and I was only too willing to help. I mean, young soldiers! Of course I wanted to help.
Food from the kitchens was brought over and I was pleased to see one of the chefs who had fucked me an hour before, was part of the team. I looked at him and winked, he gave me a broad grin back and groped his cock. I just about stopped myself from laughing out loud. I turned round in time to see the Captain looking at us with more than passing interest. I smiled at him and gave a brief bow, before ushering him to the table prepared for him, and now his eight soldiers. When they had sat down I stood back at a respectful distance and assisted as and when I was needed. I saw the captain look at me again and at the cook, and saw him talking to a young soldier next to him who then also looked in my direction. We were being discussed. This could be interesting. At the end of lunch the captain called me over.
"Two of my soldiers need to use the latrine, would you show them where to go?"
I nodded once, in the approved fashion and stood back. The young soldier next to him, and with whom he had been discussing us, got up and was followed by one of his mates. The Captain was younger than I thought someone in his position would be, certainly younger than thirty. The two privates were more like twenty. Neither were particularly good looking, not ugly, rough though and one had ears that stuck out too much, but both were tall and muscular with the easy physical confidence of soldiers. They wore the Imprial uniforms with pride as well they might.
I led them out of the mess hall and along the corridors to the latrines. We went inside and I stood respectfully by the open archway keeping an eye on the back of their long muscular legs.
I was startled out of my thoughts by one of the soldiers turning round, coming over to me and standing a meter from me. He had kept his tunic pulled aside to show me his large and very hard cock. He was grinning, I noticed a missing front tooth as well as his hard cock. The soldier looked down at it and smiled.
"You like cock, boy?" It was not said in a threatening way, he spoke quite softly. "Our Captain says that if I ask you nicely, I can probably fuck your arse. It's been a long ride from Tunis, and my dick has been hard most of the time."
I grinned at him, (I seemed to spend a lot of time with a grin on my face these days) "Ask me however you like. I'd love that big cock in my cunt, your mates too if he wants."
His mate didn't need any more of an invitation than that but immediately joined us.
My arse was loose from yesterday but I had still greased it well before starting work. I think the soldier was surprised that his cock slid in so easily. He was gently teasing the entrance to my cunt, getting me ready I guess. I just took the iniciative and slid back down on it to the root. He groaned in surprise, but very quickly recovering, he grabbed my hips firmly and pounded my arse mercilessly. The soldier was coming out in him and he would show this cocky slut who was boss. Little did he know! It was wonderful of course, as far as I was concerned he could go on fucking my arse like this all day, and before two minutes were up I was groaning and wimpering with the joy of it, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. As usual I arched my back pressing my arse against his groin trying to get his cock just as far into me as it would go. Of course he didn't last long, and no more than tem minutes into the glorious fuck he came long and hard into my willing cunt. He collapsed onto my back frantically licking my ear and panting with the effort as I could feel his cock still spasming deep inside me. I knew the back of my uniform would be wet from his sweat. As he pulled out his mate took over and the fucking began all over again. When he too had come in my arse, we pulled ourselves together, and straightened our clothes. They pulled me into a quick kiss before we went back to the mess hall. The captain gave us a quizzicle look and half smiled at us as the soldiers took their places. I could see other soldiers leaning over to get the story and it wasn't five minutes before another two requested I show them where the latrines were. I was tempted just to climb on the table and get fucked there, but for another three times I made the journey down the corridor to the latrines where I got fucked again. I was sorry there were only eight of them to take care of.
I was rather sorry too that the Captain didn't make any move to get into my arse. He was satisfied that his men should be taken care of. I hoped there might be a way of meeting him some other time while he was still in the palace, knowing that in reality this was going to be impossible. Ah well, He was going to be the cock that got away. After lunch was finished the kitchen staff came back to clear it all away. I was pleased to see again my fuck mate. He contrived to brush against me as he passed, gently handling my hard cock as he did so. I was leaking pre cum and he must have felt it, because I saw him lick his fingers as he moved away.
When all was cleared I was free to leave. I walked back to my little room feeling my arse wet with cum as I walked. After all the sex that day first with Mudassar, the cooks and now with soldiers I was feeling quite tired and I was looking forward to a couple of hours on my bed; being a super slut is tiring. Without bothering to wash I just took off my clothes and crashed out on my front leaving my arse exposed to anyone who walked by. I guess subconsciously, I wanted people to see my arse and the cum around it. I was showing off as usual. I don't know for how long I slept, but I woke up as a hand gently stroked my arse and fingers probing my relaxed arse. I moaned gently, and automatically spread my legs making myself more open to whoever it was who was playing with my cunt. There was a chuckle.
"That's the slut we know, a cunt full of cum spreading his legs to get more." It was the Berber.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me. Shove that big cock of yours into me and show a boy a good time." And to prove the point I spread my legs further apart and lifted my arse in the air. I could hear the Berber getting undressed then he bent down and began to rim my arse. I groaned.
"How many have I got in here?" he asked.
"Eight, from the Envoy's guards."
"They taste good," and he went back to sucking the cum out of my arse. After a couple more minutes He climbed over me and lowering himself on to my back he pushed his enormous cock into my open willing cunt. Shit, it felt good. I groaned in pleasure and pushed back up to meet his thrusts. I'm no passive slut, I arched my back to meet his thrusts and noisily let him know how much I loved his cock in my cunt. We must have been making quite a lot of noise because the Berber wasn't quiet either and through the pleasure I could hear voices, we had an audience. This added to the huge turn on I was already feeling, I was a public slut and wanted to put on a good performance. I groaned out my pleasure and begged the Berber to fuck me harder. He was only too pleased to comply. He slam fucked me grunting loadly with the effort of each thrust. I heard murmers of approval from those watching our performance. "Way to go feller." "Fuck that arse." "Breed the cunt." "Make him beg for it." Even while the Berber's cock was wrecking my arse I had time to think the last comment was a bit unnecessary, couldn't they hear me? I was begging for it. All too soon as far as I was concerned I could feel the tensing up of the Berber's body that I knew meant he was about to come. And with a final mighty shove, a loud grunt and a hissed, "Yes!" he shot him cum deep inside me. I could feel the the spasms along the length of his cock as the bursts of spunk filled me up. Then he collapsed on top of me, crushing me into the mattress. I felt his chest heaving with the effort and his laboured gasps for breath in my ear. No one ever put more effort and committment into his lovemaking than the Berber. Fucking someone was the supreme moment of his life. He took pride in his skill, as well he might. There was a ripple of quiet applause behind us, but if anyone else had thought they might follow the Berber they were disappointed. With his still hard cock buried in my arse, the Berber drifted off to sleep, and me with him.
At some point I realized his cock had slipped out of my arse and he was now sleeping gently beside me. It was a good feeling. I began to see the Berber as something more than just a phenominal fuck machine and more as a phenominal lover. I could get used to this!
After a couple of hours I felt refreshed enough to get up and as I moved I felt the Berber's muscular arm that was around my chest pull me towards him. He gently nibbled my ear.
"Oh Hamsa, I haven't enjoyed a fuck so much at that for I don't know how long. It is great to have found someone who loves me fucking them as much I enjoy doing the fucking. You opened up yourself completely to me and I love that, it was a gift and I thank you for it. I know what people think of me, just that big cocked peasant from the desert, thick in the cock and thick in the head, and I've played along with that. I was happy that people thought of me as the ultimate stud, and I love my cock and the pleasure it gives me and others. But you don't just think like that, I see it in your eyes; and I am grateful to you." I realized that he was lonely. As he was saying this I could feel his cock, once again hard, pushing against my arse and it was completly natural for me to shift slightly so that once again it slid into my open willing cunt. He gave just the tiniest thrusts into me. And I gloried again in the wonderful feeling of fulness and completeness, he gave me. Once again he was nibbling my ear and I felt wetness, the Berber was softly weeping. In that moment I fell in love. I knew I was never going to stop being a slut, I knew I would go on getting fucked every day by as many people as I could. I knew I was going to go on eating cum and drinking piss at every opportunity, but to be in love with someone changed the whole scene completely. I thought of Edem. Was I betraying my love for him, which was certainly real enough? But we would go on fucking, and actually the Berber was a link between us. Edem loved being fucked by the Berber and there was no reason why that should change. In fact a whole vista of threesomes between us opened up, them fucking me, and each other and me fucking them too. I realised that far from feeling jealous at the idea of the Berber fucking Edem, the thought was actually a turn on, and I hoped that for Edem too, seeing me being fucked by the Berber would be a turn on. I held onto the Berber's arm and pulled it closer. He began thrusting into me again, but not hard or in a dominating way. He had no need to prove himself, he just wanted to make love, and it was what I wanted too. We must have fucked in this slow gentle way for half an hour, untill I could hardly stand the urge to cum. I think he had the same idea, for he pulled away slightly, and being carefull not to take his cock out of my arse, he turned me over so that I was on my back and he could look down at me as he fucked. He smiled as his thrusts became more urgent, though this was not a hard fuck. I reached up and pulled him down into a deep kiss, almost devouring his rich full lips and generous mouth. And it was as he was fucking me like this and as my cock rubbed against the ridges of his smooth hard belly that I came without even touching myself. Seconds later he filled my cunt with a second load of his cum that day.
I could see tears on his cheaks again, "Oh Hamsa, thank God I've found you."