cluichĂ gnĂ©as Dia duit. Is Ă Mo Ainm Nahit, tĂĄ mĂ© 32 bliain d ‚ aois. Tar Ă©is dom a bheith ag obair mar bhainisteoir monarchan ar feadh blianta fada, rinne mĂ© iarratas ar mo sheirbhĂs mhĂleata a dhĂ©anamh, a cuireadh ar fionraĂ mĂ© ar feadh 7 mbliana. Ba dhuine an-ĂșdarĂĄsach mĂ© a raibh grĂĄ agus meas ag an bhfoireann uile sa mhonarcha air, ag an am cĂ©anna. Fear Ăłg darbh Ainm Erkan a bhĂ i gcĂłcaire na monarchan a bhĂ i gceannas ar an halla bia, agus phĂłs sĂ© cailĂn 17 mbliana d ‚ aois dhĂĄ mhĂ Ăł shin. Thug sĂ© cuireadh dom chuig a bhainis freisin, nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann dul chuig a phĂłstaĂ mar bhĂ mĂ© as baile agus nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann an cailĂn a phĂłs sĂ© a fheiceĂĄil, ach bhĂ mĂ© an-aisteach. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ an-eagla orm roimh erkan, lĂ©irĂonn sĂ© go leor meas freisin, dĂ©anann sĂ© miasa speisialta dom i gcĂłnaĂ taobh amuigh den bhiachlĂĄr laethĂșil, uaireanta deir sĂ©, “ A Bhainisteoir, dĂ©anaimis Decadent leat lĂĄ amhĂĄin, tĂĄ appetizers uaim!“dĂ©arfadh sĂ©. Ach ar bhealach Ă©igin nĂ bhfuair muid an deis mar gheall ar dhĂ©ine ĂĄr gcuid oibre.
Ar aon chaoi, thåinig mo lå, scoir mé de mo phost agus chuaigh mé chuig an arm.
Tar Ă©is dom teacht Ăłn arm, bhĂ siopa folamh ar cĂos agam faoin bhfoirgneamh ĂĄrasĂĄn ina raibh cĂłnaĂ orm agus d ‚ oscail mĂ© gnĂł ar ĂĄbhair thĂłgĂĄla. BhĂ Thart ar 6 mhĂ Caite Dec, lĂĄ amhĂĄin chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an mhonarcha chun cuairt a thabhairt ar mo shean-shaoiste. NĂ raibh aon duine fĂĄgtha ag obair sa mhonarcha Ăł mo rĂ©, rinneadh an fhoireann go lĂ©ir a athnuachan, laghdaigh an boss an obair go leor. Chuir mĂ© ceist ar na fostaithe faoin Erkan atĂĄ i gceannas ar an gcaifitĂ©ire, agus dĂșirt siad gur fhĂĄg sĂ© an obair freisin agus gur Ăłn mbialann a thĂĄinig an bia. thart ar 15 lĂĄ ina dhiaidh sin, lĂĄ amhĂĄin ar maidin, nuair a bhĂ cathaoir ĂĄ chaitheamh agam os comhair an stĂłir agus ag grianghortha, rith duine ar ghluaisrothar os mo chomhair agus bhĂ cuma an-luath air. Ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann a bheith cinnte mar bhĂ spĂ©aclaĂ grĂ©ine ĂĄ gcaitheamh aige.
Nuair a rith an duine cĂ©anna sa treo eile trĂĄthnĂłna, thosaigh mĂ© ag fĂ©achaint ar an mbĂłthar ar maidin agus um thrĂĄthnĂłna, agus bhĂ sĂ© ag dul thart gach lĂĄ. CĂșpla lĂĄ ina dhiaidh sin, agus mĂ© ag dul trĂĄthnĂłna, stad mĂ© Ă©, sea, bhĂ sĂ© luath. Nuair a chonaic sĂ© mĂ©, bhĂ iontas mĂłr air, “ Oooo, a bhainisteoir!“dĂșirt sĂ© „agus barrĂłg mo lĂĄmh. Thug mĂ© cuireadh dĂł chuig an siopa. Tar Ă©is cĂșigear taitneamhach, dĂșirt sĂ©, “ tĂĄ mĂ© ĂĄ fheiceĂĄil le cĂșpla lĂĄ, ach nĂ fhĂ©adfainn a bheith cinnte, cĂĄ dtĂ©ann tĂș sĂos an tsrĂĄid seo gach lĂĄ?“D‘ iarr mĂ©. BhĂ siad dĂreach tar Ă©is bogadh, bhĂ a teach sa sluma ag deireadh na srĂĄide, agus bhĂ sĂ ag obair mar chĂłcaire i monarcha eileâŠ
Tar Ă©is dĂł go leor cumha a mhaolĂș, chuaigh sĂ© ar a rothar, agus nuair a d ‚ imigh sĂ©, dĂșirt sĂ©, „A Bhainisteoir, buailfimid le chĂ©ile mar theaghlach, nĂl aon timpeallacht timpeall orainn anseo, tĂĄ gach duine leo fĂ©in, ar a laghad dĂ©anaimis tĂ©igh leat, tĂĄ an bhean agus an leanbh an-leamh!“dĂșirt. D ‚ Ă©irigh MUID CEART go leor agus dĂșirt muid, „Tar anseo aon uair is mian leat!DĂșirt mĂ©. Luaigh mĂ© an scĂ©al le mo bhean chĂ©ile trĂĄthnĂłna freisin. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, tĂĄ mĂ© pĂłsta le 8 mbliana agus tĂĄ leanbh 4 bliana d ‚ aois agam. Nollaig Go luath, bhĂ leanbh aici ar an bpointe boise agus chas sĂ bliain go leith d ‚ aois. DĂșirt mo bhean chĂ©ile, “ B ‚ fhĂ©idir, mĂĄ tĂĄ a bhean chĂ©ile crony, tĂĄ mĂ© leamh freisin, i ndĂĄirĂre, bheadh sĂ© go maith dom.“dĂșirt. CĂșpla lĂĄ ina dhiaidh sin, nuair A rith Erkan ag an siopa ar ghluaisrothar, an uair seo bhĂ bean le hijab, cĂłta barr clĂșdaithe taobh thiar di agus leanbh ar a lap. NĂ fhaca siad mĂ© toisc go raibh mĂ© i m ‚ oifig, ach chuir sĂ© iontas mĂłr orm, nĂor shĂl mĂ© riamh go bhfĂ©adfadh a bhean a bheith ina duine dlĂșth, agus bhĂ mĂ© ĂĄ fheiceĂĄil den chĂ©ad uair, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann Ă© a fheiceĂĄil i gceart mar gheall ar rith siad chomh gasta.
TrĂĄthnĂłna dĂ© domhnaigh dĂ© sathairn, stad sĂ© ag an siopa go luath agus dĂșirt sĂ©, „Bainisteoir, mĂĄ TĂĄ tĂș saor, ba mhaith linn teacht chugat dĂ© domhnaigh?“dĂșirt. Nuair a ghlaoigh mĂ© ar mo bhean chĂ©ile agus d ‚ fhiafraigh mĂ© an raibh muid ar fĂĄil, dĂșirt mo bhean chĂ©ile, „tĂĄimid ar fĂĄil, tĂĄimid ar fĂĄil, lig dĂłibh teacht, fiĂș beagĂĄn luath, dĂ©anaimis bricfeasta le chĂ©ile!“dĂșirt. DĂ© domhnaigh dĂ© domhnaigh nĂ raibh mĂ© ag oscailt an ionaid oibre, maidin dĂ© domhnaigh d ‚ Ă©irigh mĂ© go luath agus chuaigh mĂ© go dtĂ an bĂĄcĂșs bĂĄcĂșis, cheannaigh MĂ© Bagels, Poaça agus PiĂłga agus thosaĂomar ag fanacht. Shroich siad thart ar 10:00, bhuail muid leo ag an doras. ThĂĄinig siad isteach, “ FĂĄilte!“ag rĂĄ sin, shĂn mĂ© mo lĂĄmh chuig a bhean chĂ©ile agus chroith muid lĂĄmha. Ach cad croitheadh lĂĄimhe! BhĂ a lĂĄmha ar lasadh mar thine! Ar bhealach Ăł chroĂ, dĂșirt sĂ©, “ Is Mise Hayriye!“dĂșirt. „Mise Freisin, Nahit!“DĂșirt mĂ© agus chuir mĂ© leis,“ DĂĄla an scĂ©il, sĂlim Go Mbeidh TĂș Tinn Dec, tĂĄ fiabhras ort!DĂșirt mĂ©. Rinne Hayriye aoibh bheag, “ NĂl, seo mo staid nĂĄdĂșrtha!“dĂșirt. DĂșirt Erkan, “ A Bhainisteoir, nĂ ĂșsĂĄidim sorn sa gheimhreadh, tĂĄ craiceann Hayriye rĂł-the!“dĂșirt sĂ©,“ rinneamar gĂĄire. Bean petite ab ea Hayriye le sĂșile beagĂĄn dimpled, craiceann bĂĄn, aghaidh sĂĄr-ĂĄlainn agus struchtĂșr an choirp. NĂ fĂ©idir liom stop a chur ag fĂ©achaint air, ach bhĂ eagla orm bualadh lena shĂșile freisin.
Chuamar go dtĂ an tĂĄbla bricfeasta. Chuaigh Hayriye isteach sa chĂ©ad seomra eile chun an leanbh a chur a chodladh. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, nuair a shuigh muid sĂos ag an mbord, BhĂ SĂ© Decked amach sa chathaoir os mo chomhair. thĂĄinig sĂ© i 5-10 nĂłimĂ©ad ina dhiaidh sin agus shuigh sĂ© sĂos os mo chomhair. ComhrĂĄ bricfeasta domhain, tĂĄ doras an bhalcĂłin oscailte toisc go bhfuil an samhradh ann, atmaisfĂ©ar ĂĄlainn, kakara kikiri d ‚ fhanamar ag an mbord ar feadh thart ar 2 uair an chloig. CĂ© Gur dĂșnadh Hayriye, ba chomhrĂĄ an-taitneamhach Ă, duine beag cĂșthail, ach comhrĂĄ. Tar Ă©is bricfeasta, agus muid tumtha i gcomhrĂĄ dorcha ar an mbalcĂłin, agus na mnĂĄ ag caint faoi miasa nĂł rud Ă©igin, meĂĄn lae a bhĂ ann agus thĂĄinig na mnĂĄ chugainn agus thairg siad dul ar phicnic. Rinneadh ullmhĂșchĂĄin, chuamar ar phicnic. BhĂ ĂĄr gcuid ama ag dul thart Go RĂ©asĂșnta Agus go ceanĂșil, agus idir an dĂĄ linn bhĂ ĂĄr n-intimacy ag mĂ©adĂș. Agus Ă© ag Ăłl tae ag an bpicnic, dĂșirt Hayriye liom, “ a dhearthĂĄir Nahit, TĂĄ Erkan ag insint dom fĂșt le 3 bliana an oiread sin go raibh mĂ© as fiosracht!“dĂșirt.
Bhris Erkan i bhfocail freisin, „Mar sin is Ă© an t-aon bhainisteoir atĂĄ agam, bhĂ sĂ© ina athair iontach dom, nĂ fhaca mĂ© an cineĂĄltas a chonaic mĂ© uaidh Ăł m‘ athair, cĂ© nach raibh oibrĂ aonair sa mhonarcha nĂĄr chuidigh sĂ©, ba Ă© athair na n-oibrithe uile sa mhonarcha Ă©!“dĂșirt. DĂșirt Hayriye freisin, “ A DhearthĂĄir, Gach uair a bhĂ cĂĄs ann, Erkan, anois Bheadh Nahit mar bhainisteoir orm, nĂ thitfinn isteach sa stĂĄt seo, nĂ fĂ©idir leis crĂochnĂș ag insint duit faoi!“dĂșirt. Idir an dĂĄ linn, bhĂ mo bhean ag fĂ©achaint orm, Ag BronntĂłir, ag iarraidh rud Ă©igin a DhĂ©anamh amach. Ar an lĂĄimh eile, bhĂ mĂ© ag cur iallach orm fĂ©in gan droch-mhothĂșchĂĄin a fhĂĄil, ach nĂ raibh mĂ© in ann mo shĂșile a bhaint den Mhaith. TĂĄ mĂ© ag tabhairt aghaidh ar sicĂn sĂĄr â ĂĄlainn 19-20 bliain d ‚ aois, agus tĂĄim ag troid go hoifigiĂșil gan sĂșil go sĂșil a fheiceĂĄil.
D ‚ fhilleamar ar ais Ăł phicnic trĂĄthnĂłna, agus faoin am a dĂșirt muid dinnĂ©ar nĂł rud Ă©igin, bhĂ sĂ© 22:30. BhĂ gach duine an-tuirseach le hĂ©ifeacht na picnice. DĂșirt siad, “ dĂ©anaimis Ă©irĂ anois…“. Nuair a thĂĄinig siad ar maidin, b ‚ Ă©igean dĂłibh dul ar mhionbhus arĂs mar thĂĄinig siad ar mhionbhus, dĂșirt mĂ©, „NĂl, nĂ sheolfaidh mĂ© chugat ar mhionbhus, scaoilfidh mĂ© as thĂș!DĂșirt mĂ©. „Ă, nĂĄ bac.“dĂșirt siad,“ rud mar sin. DĂșirt mĂ©, “ Thairis sin, gheobhaidh mĂ© amach faoin teach.“nuair a dĂșirt siad Ă© sin, nĂ dhearna siad agĂłid. Do mo bhean chĂ©ile, “ Tar isteach mĂĄs mian leat.DĂșirt mĂ©. DĂșirt mo bhean chĂ©ile, “ tĂĄ mĂ© tuirseach, lig dom teacht.“dĂșirt. Ar aon chaoi, d ‚ fhĂĄg mĂ© iad seo ag a dteach. BhĂ an leanbh ar lap Erkan nuair a d ‚ Ă©irigh siad as an gcarr. Chroith muid lĂĄmha arĂs agus muid ag slĂĄn a fhĂĄgĂĄil, ach bhĂ lĂĄmha Hayriya ag lasadh mar liathrĂłid tine arĂs agus bhĂ sĂ ag dĂ©anamh go mbraitheann mĂ© go dona. Gan mo lĂĄmh a fhĂĄgĂĄil, “ DearthĂĄir Nahit, go raibh mĂle maith agat as gach rud, lĂĄ an-deas a bhĂ ann, tĂĄimid ag fanacht leat a luaithe is fĂ©idir!“dĂșirt. DĂĄla an scĂ©il, bhĂ sĂ© ag fĂ©achaint isteach i mo shĂșile, ĂĄit a raibh mĂ© I mo sheasamh, bhĂ mo choileach CosĂșil le geall DĂchumasaithe, bhĂ m ‚ aghaidh flushed.
„DearthĂĄir, tĂĄ tĂș ag rĂĄ liom, ach beidh tĂș tinn, tĂĄ d‘ aghaidh dearg agus tĂĄ tĂș ag cur allais!“dĂșirt. DĂșirt mĂ© freisin go mb ‚ fhĂ©idir go bhfuair tĂș buille grĂ©ine. DĂșirt muid slĂĄn agus d ‚ fhill mĂ© abhaile.
BhĂ mo bhean chĂ©ile sa leaba ag caitheamh a gĂșna oĂche, ag fanacht liom sa leaba. Nocht mĂ© agus chuaigh mĂ© sa leaba. BhĂ comhrĂĄ beag againn, d ‚ fhiafraigh mĂ© conas a fuair tĂș iad. Tar Ă©is dĂł a rĂĄ gur thaitin sĂ© go mĂłr leis, go raibh daoine maithe ann agus go bhfĂ©adfaimis bualadh le chĂ©ile, d ‚ fhĂ©ach sĂ© orm go ciallmhar agus dĂșirt sĂ©, „tĂĄ sĂșil agam nach mbeidh aifĂ©ala ort mar gheall ar na smaointe seo!“dĂșirt. (TĂĄ nĂĄdĂșr an-Ă©ad ag mo bhean chĂ©ile). „Cad a chiallaĂonn tĂș?DĂșirt mĂ©. „TĂĄ an cailĂn an-ĂĄlainn, agus tĂĄ meas mĂłr aici ort freisin!“dĂșirt. „Cad Ă© an t-ĂĄbhar? DĂșirt a fear cĂ©ile lĂ©i, agus n ‚ fheadar, cad atĂĄ cearr leis sin?DĂșirt mĂ©. „NĂos mĂł cosĂșil le brĂ©agĂĄn, Ăocann tĂș aird fĂłs!“dĂșirt.
„DĂ©anann tĂș ĂĄibhĂ©il! NĂĄr chuala tĂș, glaonn SĂ© DearthĂĄir orm, agus is duine dĂșnta Ă© freisin!DĂșirt mĂ©. „TĂĄ sĂ© mar sin, ach nĂl a fhios agam, tĂĄ sĂ© chomh hĂĄlainn go bhfuil sĂ© dodhĂ©anta gan a bheith Ă©ad!“dĂșirt. Agus dĂșirt mĂ©, “ tĂĄ TĂș nĂos deise nĂĄ Ă©, a bhean chĂ©ile!“mar sin phĂłg mĂ© Ă ar na liopaĂ agus rug mĂ© ar a pussy agus thosaigh mĂ© ag strĂłiceadh uirthi. Ansin thĂłg mĂ© mionbhrĂstĂnĂ mo bhean chĂ©ile, ligh mĂ© a pussy agus chuir mĂ© mo dick, a bhĂ cosĂșil le geall, isteach i pussy mo bhean chĂ©ile, faoi thionchar teas na lĂĄimhe agus a comhrĂĄite dĂreach anois. DĂșirt mo bhean ChĂ©ile, “ Offffff, Is breĂĄ liom an nĂłs seo de do chuid fĂ©in, gach uair a smaoinĂm air, faighim do choileach i mo phussy!“bhĂ sĂ© ag rĂĄ agus ag bĂ©iceadh a liopaĂâŠ
Agus bhĂ mĂ© ag samhlĂș go raibh MĂ© ag Fucking Carthanas, ag frĂ©amhĂș do mo bhean chĂ©ile. Moans mo bhean chĂ©ile cosĂșil le craiceĂĄilte le plĂ©isiĂșr,“ nĂ fĂ©idir liom an dick seo a roinnt le duine ar bith! Is liomsa an dick seo! Don ‚ t go fuck that bitch!“deir sĂ©, bhĂ sĂ© ag cur a chuid amhras fĂ©in in iĂșl. „NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, a bhean chĂ©ile, fiĂș mĂĄ dhĂscaoileann Hayriye os mo chomhair agus mĂĄ scarann sĂ a cosa, nĂ fhĂ©achfaidh mĂ© siar!“BhĂ mĂ© ag pumpĂĄil pussy mo bhean chĂ©ile ag rĂĄ. DĂșirt mo bhean chĂ©ile, “ Nach bhfuil a fhios agam fĂșt? Nach n-aithnĂm an dick seo atĂĄ ĂĄ ithe agam le deich mbliana? An gcaillfeĂĄ deis den sĂłrt sin, bheifeĂĄ ag fuck suas an cailĂn ag an gcĂ©ad deis a fhaigheann tĂș!“deir sĂ©, bhĂ sĂ© ag dĂ©anamh nĂos adharcach dom. tĂĄ mĂ© ag fucking mo bhean chĂ©ile ar feadh 20 nĂłimĂ©ad agus anois tĂĄim gar don phointe deiridh, tĂĄ sĂ ag caidĂ©alĂș go gasta, „NĂĄ bĂodh imnĂ ort, a ghrĂĄ, fiĂș mĂĄ fuck mĂ©, nĂ fĂ©idir lĂ©i an oiread plĂ©isiĂșir a thabhairt dom leatsa!“BhĂ mĂ© ag iarraidh sĂłlĂĄs a thabhairt do mo bhean chĂ©ile trĂ rĂĄ. Agus dĂșirt mo bhean chĂ©ile, le plĂ©isiĂșr ejaculating den dara huair, „Fuck, fear cĂ©ile, fuck, beannaigh an dick seo, cad iad na rudaĂ maithe atĂĄ tuillte ag an dick seo!
Offffff tĂĄim ag dul ar mire, Ă© a phumpĂĄil suas, a fhear cĂ©ile, Ă© a fhrĂ©amh i mo phussy!“mar sin, toisc nach raibh sĂ© cosanta, tharraing mĂ© mo choileach as pussy mo bhean chĂ©ile le bogadh deireanach amhĂĄin agus ejaculated isteach ina bolg. D ‚ fhan mĂ© gan ghluaiseacht air ar feadh 2-3 nĂłimĂ©ad i riocht gan anĂĄil, ansin luigh mĂ© in aice leis. Chuir mo bhean pĂłg ar mo liopa agus dĂșirt sĂ, “ NĂĄ glac an rud a dĂșirt mĂ© dĂĄirĂre agus nĂĄ dĂ©an aon rud leis an gcailĂn, ha! NĂ bheidh a fhios agat, ceapfaidh tĂș go bhfuilim ag ligean duit nĂł rud Ă©igin!“aoibh sĂ©, ag rĂĄ.
BhĂ sĂ© 3-4 lĂĄ Ă Nollaig, ach ar bhealach Ăigin NĂ fhĂĄgann Hayriye m ‚ intinn, bhĂ sĂ ag ĂĄitiĂș mo smaointe go hoifigiĂșil an lĂĄ ar fad. Nuair a smaoinĂm ar thĂ©amh do lĂĄmha, Ă©irĂonn mo choileach, nĂ fĂ©idir liom cabhrĂș le smaoineamh ar an gcaoi a bhfuil a pussy mĂĄ tĂĄ a lĂĄmha mar sin, ar thaobh amhĂĄin, bhĂ fearg orm fĂ©in as a leithĂ©id de smaointe a bheith agam faoi bhean chĂ©ile mo chara, bhĂ mothĂș iontach ciontachta agam. BhĂ mĂ© i aincheist iomlĂĄn. TrĂĄthnĂłna amhĂĄin nĂ raibh mĂ© ach ag smaoineamh ar an siopa a dhĂșnadh nuair a bhĂ Hayriye ag siĂșl go mall Ăłn gcosbhealach os coinne na srĂĄide leis an leanbh ar a lap sa treo eile dĂĄ dteach agus go minic chas sĂ© timpeall agus d ‚ fhĂ©ach sĂ© siar. Rith mĂ© chuige lĂĄithreach agus dĂșirt mĂ© ina dhiaidh, “ Hayriye?DĂșirt mĂ©.