I get additcted to old hairy Arab cock

I was unable to run and my knees slightly hurt from kneeling on the hard floor in the guardhouse but I was drunk with shame and satisfaction. It felt like battling a hangover with starting to drink again. I knew it was wrong, I knew that I might regret it later but it felt so good. I convinced myself that this was just holiday. Nobody would know at home, nobody would care, it was just an adventure far from everyone I knew apart from Bobby.

When I got back to the hotel I noticed that breakfast was still going and that Bobby was sitting there all by himself. I stumbled over wet and sweaty, greeted him and he smiled and told me I should be quick because the buffet was soon closing. I nodded and got myself a plate and wolfed down some bacon and eggs. Washing away the taste of Mohamed's semen with some coffee.

We were mostly silent but Bobby told me that he and Cassy had a good talk and that he would try again to make it work with her. He glanced over asking if I was OK with that and I just assured him that I would always be there for him no matter what and that I would never get between a girl and him. He nodded and smiled and we finished in silence.

The day started to become normal routine again and after a quick shower and some time at the beach we went back to the room for our nap during the hottest hours. When I got naked and tried to snuggle up to Bobby he again pushed me to the side gently and said that he was having guilty feelings because of everything that happened yesterday and that because of the risk here in Tunisia we should probably keep to ourselves for the rest of the stay.

He saw my disappointment written all over my face and I couldn't help myself but ask him if he was disgusted by me being such a horny slut. He denied it and assured me it was just too much for him at the moment and that everything he had said was still true but that I should give him some time until we were back home. I agreed because I love him and rolled over distracting myself with my phone until the heat got better and we could go out to the pool again. It seemed that Bobby too felt uncomfortable with hurting my feelings and so we spent more time apart with Bobby mostly calling his girlfriend while I was in the pool or at the bar or wandering along the beach.

At least in the evening with everything closed and dark Bobby couldn't help it and suggested to jerk off next to each other under the sheets just like in the old days. I was longing for more of course but I knew the drill. I had to play along if I wanted to get him so horny again that his shame subsided and we could be together again. While we were jerking I couldn't help but think back to last night and my two Arab tormentors and then to Mohamed this morning. I haven't told Bobby about it and maybe I never will.

The next morning was again promising to be a day mostly spent alone with Bobby going out for a walk and a call with Cassy. I felt my hard morning wood ache underneath the sheets and wondered if I should go on another run. I already knew that I wanted to at least look who was at the guardhouse in the back of the hotel and going for a run was my excuse for it. Briefly the thought crossed my mind that this might be some kind of betrayal towards Bobby, but then again he had a girlfriend sucking his dick and he was the one too much of a coward to continue our vacation as planned and hoped. So I felt it was my right to find satisfaction in other places as well.

When I headed out I decided to take it slow and mostly jog or walk the whole way not wanting to get all sweaty again like last time. When I came up at the backside of the hotel and when I was getting closer to the guard house my heart started to race in my chest even without the physical exhaustion from running. Was Mohamed there? Would he invite me inside again?

There was nobody outside the guardhouse and as I walked past I craned my neck to look inside but the reflective foil prevented me from seeing anything. Disappointed I walked on around the corner of the building then waited briefly in the shade calming my nerves and my beating heart. What am I doing here? I felt so pathetic but then again I couldn't let go.

I decided to turn back and walk past the guard house once again. I walked very slowly listening, looking but nothing moved. I stopped next to the hut and almost wondered if I should knock but didn't dare to. Passing it for another hundred meters in the direction that I initially came from I wondered if there was anybody inside at all. I wanted to go back once more and if nobody came out planned to give up and get back for breakfast. When I was almost past the guard house for the third time the door finally opened and Mohamed stood there with the door handle in one hand gesturing me to come in.

"You could knock, you know dog?" Mohamed chuckled when I quickly entered his little work space.

"I-Yes, thank you, Syid" I stuttered, blushing deeply, feeling caught.

He sat me down on the office chair again and started to make tea. Again most of what he said I didn't get but he did ask my name for the first time and with some back and forth he managed to call me Joe and used that name from now on instead of dog. It sent a shiver of warmth through me every time like we were developing a real friendship and he was not just an old pervert using his young victim. After we had tea and some small-talk Mohamed asked me.

"Joe want to suck cock again?"

I nodded vigorously putting my dirty empty cup down and getting ready to kneel on the floor again. Mohamed again pulled down his pants and leaned back letting me pleasure him with my mouth.

It was like a **** for me. I was not thinking straight anymore and this holiday started to become a fever dream of lust. Again Mohamed filled my mouth with his Arab cum. This time he took even more time and his seed was thinner and not so sticky like the day before. He told me he had fucked his wife in the morning and chuckled when he asked if I could still taste her on his cock.

After that day it had become a routine and again on the third day I came over to the guard house straight without pretending to go on a run. I walked over, knocked and was led in by my old Arab friend. We had tea, exchanged some words and this time he showed me new porn pictures and video clips of his wife while naked or while he fucked her. He started to remove his pants while doing this and jerked himself hard while talking and showing me the videos and pictures with some pride. I sat next to him and after a while reached over starting to jerk his shaft while he flicked through the files. It ended with me on my knees again sucking Mohamed dry.

The next two days were pretty much the same. Once we got almost interrupted with a truck pulling up to the gate. I was on my knees between Mohamed's legs when it happened and a flash of panic let me freeze. Mohamed shushed me and petted my head pushing me under the sideboard while having his cock still in my mouth. He opened the small window to talk to the truck driver and they both laughed and chatted while I was down under the sideboard table invisibly sucking as silently as possible. It was scary but also hot and after he let the delivery guy through it didn't take Mohamed long to cum in my mouth again. It was a huge load and I guessed the situation made him more horny too.

Then came the fateful next day with me going to get my breakfast treat again. I went up to the guard house and knocked opening the door straight away and then froze in shock. Mohamed was not there but there was Ahmed sitting in the office chair on his phone looking all surprised.

It took him a moment but then he started to grin at me. I wanted to turn around and run but again my legs wouldn't move and Ahmed slowly stood up as if not to shy me away.

"Ah, you, dog!" Ahmed said when I slowly backed away from him. I blushed not knowing what to do.

"Come in, come in, all good!" Ahmed said way more friendly than last time I saw him and that made the hair at the back of my neck stand straight with suspicion. "Mohamed has his day off today but he left me a message." Ahmed continued gesturing to a stack of clothes, a piece of paper and a keycard in the corner.

"He did?" I shrieked almost too high. Ahmed nodded and picked up the pile handing it to me. I cautiously took it from him and tried to read the note. It just said 'room 147b, second way left'. I looked up at Ahmed who started to explain.

"It is his room at the staff quarters. It is to the right of the wood where the fence gate is. The keycard gets you in there." He looked at me suspicious and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb waiting for my reaction.

"Ok." I said. slightly flattered that Mohammed liked me so much that he got to such lengths to meet me again. "And the clothes?" I asked. Ahmed grinned broadly at me.

"It is cleaning staff uniform. There are cameras everywhere. Guests not allowed in the staff quarters. You have to wear."

I put the keycard and the note on the sideboard and picked through the stack of clothes. It was a white cheap polyester pant and white plastic slippers. Then a light blue dress with the hotel logo on it and a white hijab. It was all women clothes like the maids had when you met them in the hotel corridors.

"I should wear this?" I asked again and Ahmed nodded with his grin getting even broader. I was wondering if this was just mocking me but I have gone too far already to just run away now so I would have to go through with it.

"You can change right here." Ahmed said with a sneer leaning back in his chair watching me. I gulped and nodded. I started undressing by pulling off my shirt. When I was out of my shirt and shorts I noticed that Ahmed had started to fumble at his crotch while he watched me. Standing there in my boxer briefs I looked at him and he looked at me.

"I know that you are Mohamed's bitch now. You better leave the shorts here as well!" Ahmed whispered gesturing to my briefs. I just nodded and felt my dick expanding as I was about to remove my final piece of clothing in front of my second tormentor. There was nothing that he hadn't already seen before and I was too horny to really care anymore. My dick jumped out when my briefs where down and I slowly stepped out of them and started to dress in the maid clothes of the hotel. The fabric was cheap and soft and smelled of chemical detergent. There was no underwear in the pile so I let the white pants glide up my legs and shoved my hard dick into them. They were also cut for females so the crotch felt especially tight leaving no room for my hard dick which got pressed down beside my leg. Then I put on the dress and the slippers and fumbled a bit with the hijab. Ahmed stood up and came close, helping me adjust it.

"You look good dog. Round face, no beard. Just like girl. That's what you want to be right? Mohamed's little whore?!" Ahmed whispered in my ear standing close. His hand reached for my crotch and he felt my bulge.

I said nothing and just blushed and turned my head to pick up the note and keycard from the sideboard but it was not where I left it. Looking back at Ahmed I saw him patting his shirt pocked where the keycard peeked out.

"You want this? You have to earn it!" Ahmed said with contempt. "You think Mohamed has anything against me using his whore?"

"I, I don't know?" Was all I was able to press out between my lips being cornered by Ahmed.

He continued to rub my bulge and continued in his sneering whisper.

"I guess not as long as we do not make too much of mess. So you better not get any stains on the fine dress filthy dog, understood?"

"Yes Syid." I whispered and my cock twitched into Ahmeds hand as further confirmation.

"Sit on the chair over there and get to work, bitch!" Ahmed commanded and shoved me over towards his work space. I plunged down into the creaky old office chair and faced him as he started to fumble with his belt. He dropped his pants together with his underwear and stepped out of it his half hard cock swinging slightly from side to side.

"Mohamed told me you come by every day for his cock!" Ahmed said as he stepped closer his wet hard tip only centimeters in front of my lips.

"Yes Syid, I do!"

"I am jealous. Why you not come to me, too?" Ahmed continued slapping his cock into my face.

Ahmed liked to play the dom again since it seemed to get him more hard.

"I am sorry Syid. I don't know where to find you." Ahmed liked my answer and laughed out loud.

"I guess you will have to make up for it now then. Giving me your best service little bitch!"

I gulped and nodded. Opening my lips a little to let Ahmed slip his cock into my waiting warm mouth. As I started nibbling at his tip and licking around it Ahmed watched me closely panting slightly.

"You look cute in that dress. With your round face you could pass for a girl." Ahmed said again like in wonder with more affection than I was used from his part.

"Thank you Syid!" I mumbled taking out his cock briefly to answer him.

"You are still a worthless filthy animal though underneath!" he finished as I continued to take in more and more of his hard veiny shaft. After sucking for a few minutes I noticed the heat rising within my body with all the layers of cheap polyester clothing and the hijab around my head. I was not used to the climate so beads of sweat started to form on my forehead.

Ahmed watched me suck and lick the whole time, towering over me letting me work on him. Then he pulled back his cock out of my mouth and slapped me over my wet brow with it.

"Suck my balls filthy dog!" He commanded lifting up his hard shaft and shoving his hairy balls towards my lips. I opened up wide and carefully took one of his balls into my mouth letting my tongue glide around it, matting down his curly dark pubes with my saliva.

"Mhhhh, that’s good." He moaned out letting me continue with his other ball and then trying to fit both of them into my wide stretched mouth.

Ahmed lifted one of his legs up and placed his foot onto the backrest over my shoulder pushing his balls further into my face, then he pulled them out of my mouth and lifted them up.

"Now lick my asshole filthy cunt!" He commanded revealing his hairy crack to me while grinning down.

I briefly looked up at him slightly **** but I knew that there was no arguing with this guy. He still made me more anxious than Mohamed did and I didn't want to risk his anger.

I bent forward sticking my tongue out and pushing it against his backdoor. Ahmed moaned out more loudly stretching his leg to the side to grant me better access. He started to stroke his cock while I continued to circle my tongue around his anus occasionally dipping it in further.

"Oh yes, that's it. That is your place little pervert. Sucking Arab ass for all you are worth. Stick your tongue in as deep as you can."

I did as I was told and again to my surprise with the same relish as sucking off my more friendly fatherly Arab friend the days before. I touched my bulge a few times while working my tongue into Ahmed's asshole but I didn't want to risk cumming before I got to Mohamed, especially not in the new clothes that he provided for me.

After some more minutes and with my tongue getting tired Ahmed started to get close which I could sense with his asshole twitching more frequently and more precum spilling out of his cockhead. He panted and had also started to sweat. Ahmed pulled back again grabbing my head in both of his hands and looking down on me.

"Now take all my cum and swallow you dirty bitch and don't spill anything so Mohamed won't notice, understood."

"Yes Syid, I won't spill" I whispered out of breath. I had barely finished the sentence that Ahmed had already shoved his cock into my mouth deep making my eyes water. He held onto my head and started to fuck my mouth working himself up to his climax. It only took a few thrusts and his cock started to pulsate and ropes of his cum shot out and into my throat. I gulped and held myself steady on his thighs as he released more and more hot semen into my throat. My lips were sealed tight around his shaft keeping everything in as good as I could. When the last waves of his orgasm washed over Ahmed I swallowed the rest of his seed down and slowly pulled back sucking his cock clean in the process.

I gasped for air when he finally released me with a satisfied grin. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand licking off any residue of his cum still left then looked up at him. Ahmed nodded with satisfaction and handed me the keycard from his pocket.

"Good dog. Now go have fun with Mohamed and keep your mouth shut about this right here."

"Yes Syid, thank you Syid." I said watching Ahmed get back into his pants not caring for me anymore now that he had finished. I gathered my belongings into a bucket and took the mop that was also in the corner to complete my outfit as a maid and stumbled out into the hot morning sun.