Chapter 6: Blowing her master

Everyone cheered – except for Mehmed. He had taken hold of himself by now and started joking and acting as if nothing had happened. Salim saw anger still smoldering under the thin veneer of dismissiveness, however. Not good.

The evening continued, Horsetail back to pleasing his guests, her posture shifting gingerly to minimize pain in her whipped back. More tea and wine were brought by the servant Radi. The old woman scoffed at the spectacle of cum-swallowing, shaking her prudishly covered head and muttering disapprovingly as she shambled back and forth from the kitchen.

When only two men remained to serve, Horsetail asked Salim to join in and sit between them. Faced with three erect cocks, she stretched and licked her lips sensuously. She shook her head so that her long, oiled braid slapped against her freshly battered back. Sighing at the impact, she lurched forward, like a draft animal receiving its driver’s lash. Her lips closed on Salim’s cockhead, and her hands found the shafts of the men on either side of him.

To his pleasure, both carnal and aesthetic, she went down, swallowing more and more of his cock, her strong, flexible tongue caressing his shaft. At the same time, her hands went slowly down on his friends’ cocks, twisting slightly. She started bobbing up and down, her lips and hands sliding in perfect synchronization—remaining in the same initial position relative to each other through a feat of marvelous coordination. Salim relaxed, delighting in her skillful ministrations.