They Thought I Was an Escort at the Hotel on My Honeymoon

Hi, my name is Ceyda. I’m a 26-year-old, 1.75m tall, red-haired woman living in Izmir, married for two years. I want to share with you an incident that devastated me the day it happened at a hotel on my honeymoon, but if I had the ability now, I’d love to relive it a hundred times over. Let me also say, if I hadn’t learned my husband was cheating on me a week ago, I definitely wouldn’t have made this confession. The bastard who would become my husband cheated on me with a woman who worked at the same company.

My husband is 30 years old, handsome, and works in the automotive industry. After dating for a year, we decided to get married right away. We got married exactly two years ago in June. Like many newlyweds, we headed south for our honeymoon. We had pre-booked the Honeymoon Suite at a hotel in Alanya, part of a luxury hotel chain in Türkiye. To celebrate our honeymoon, we went on holiday the day after the wedding. When we arrived at the hotel, they gave us the Honeymoon Suite. We went straight to our room and had our wedding. Everything was wonderful, like I was in a dream. On our first day at the hotel, we sunbathed, ate, and drank a lot. At dinner, my husband and I followed the alcoholic cocktails we’d consumed throughout the day with drinks like beer and wine.

Something caught my attention during dinner: a group of young people were having a noisy party a few tables away. The hotel manager, seeing our discomfort, even came over and said, “Excuse me, they’re the nephews of the hotel chain’s owner. One of them is serving his military service. They’ve been a bit of a mess, but we’ve warned them. They’ll be going to the disco soon.” We nodded, pretending it didn’t matter. After dinner, my husband and I were both reeling from the alcohol. We went down to the beach and sat there for a few hours to recover, talking about the old days and our future. My husband said, “I’m so glad we chose this hotel, honey! Look how wonderful our honeymoon is!” and we went up to our room. Our champagne and fruit platter, a special gift from the hotel for honeymooners, were waiting for us in the room, so we decided to have some. Driven by the wedding, the road, the wedding, and the first day of our vacation, and the sheer amount of alcohol we’d consumed, along with the complimentary champagne, and the fact that it was past midnight, we decided to go to sleep.

At 2:00 AM, I was awakened by a loud noise coming from the hallway; it sounded like someone braying. When I called out to my husband, “Wake up!”, he was completely unconscious, barely opening his eyes. When I got out of bed, I realized I was feeling dizzy. I was wearing my bra and G-string panties. I put on my robe, cracked the door open, and tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. There were only two suites on our floor, one of which was actually ours. I took a few steps toward the door of the King Suite, which was opposite. The sounds were coming from there. It occurred to me at that moment that I was half-naked. Just as I was about to go back to my room and call the reception desk to complain, the door to the suite across from me opened. When the man saw me in that outfit, he said, “Wow, the other bitch is here too! You’re rock hard, honey! Where have you been, bitch? We’re left with our dicks!” and before I knew it, he pulled me inside…

The same group of people from the dinner party were there, exactly as they were, seven of them. One of them was talking on his cell phone. “Okay, okay, it’s here, it’s a good song, hang up!” he said and hung up. I was in a daze; my head was throbbing from the alcohol anyway and I could barely stand. I tried to say, “Look, I think there’s been a mistake…” But the man grabbed my arm, pointed to the room, and pushed me away, saying, “Get ready!” In the other room was a blonde bombshell in a bra and panties. He was surprised to see me and quietly asked, “Who are you, Bitch?” I was about to go crazy. I said, “What a Bitch, you maniac! I’m Ceyda!” and explained the situation. The girl’s name was Gamze. She said to me, “Look at those freaks! The guys inside are cousins ​​of the hotel group owners, very well-connected and wealthy. They’ve been celebrating for a week because one of them is leaving for military service tomorrow, drinking and fucking women, transvestites, gays, and everything in between. The escort girl who came with me tonight couldn’t stand the pills they gave her and got high, fell into a coma, and we sent her to the hospital. They wanted a new girl from the escort agency. When the agency called me and said they had no one left for the night and wanted me to handle the situation, I called my friend Ayça. That idiot Ayça said, “Oh, I can’t come, oh, I can’t join the group!” and sold me out, Bitch!”

I was even more shocked by what I was hearing, but none of it concerned me. I said, “What do I care? My husband’s in the other room, I’m leaving!” and I wanted to leave the room. Gamze begged me, “Don’t do it! Don’t do this, Ceyda! Please don’t! These bastards have been high on drugs for a week. Trust me, they’ll even take your husband from across the room and fuck him, turning him into a faggot! Look, they gave me $5,000 for one night, take half, and there are seven of them. I can’t handle them alone. And don’t get your husband into trouble. They’re like the mafia. You can’t explain this to anyone. There’ll be trouble. Come and fuck!” I was starting to get scared. Just as I was at a loss, the door to the room opened, and they grabbed both of our arms and pulled us inside…

Just as I was wondering what else to do, Gamze and I found myself surrounded by seven horny, drugged-up, drunk, bear-like men. The bears ripped our bras and panties off, and immediately a huge cock was in my mouth, one kneading my breasts, and the other began fucking my pussy without mercy. They were fucking Gamze and me in droves. There was no turning back now; I couldn’t explain myself to anyone, including my husband. The third man who had fucked me turned to Gamze and said, “Tell that red-haired bitch to fuck willingly. Are we paying all that money for nothing?” He then threw me next to her. Gamze, whose cock had exploded in her mouth, said, “Ohhhhh, honey, I want more of that creampie!” After swallowing the man’s sperm, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the other room. “Girl, are you crazy? Don’t get us into trouble. Play a little flirtation, and see if you’re hot as a rock! I understand your situation, but not like this!”

I told Gamze, “Okay, tell me, I’ll do whatever I have to do. Let it be over as soon as possible, I’ll go. I’m okay with anything!” Gamze said, “It won’t be over soon! These guys are going to fuck you until the morning! Look, flirt a little, take their balls in your mouth, suck them, kiss them, lick them, moan while they fuck you, ‘Root them in my pussy, man!’ Say, ‘You’re fucking good, man!’ Say, ‘Hubby, put your dick in my pussy!’ You’re not a whore anyway, so you’ll be dying of spontaneous moaning from the pleasure you’re experiencing! Oh, and when we get inside, they’ll fuck you in the ass too. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” she said. “A few times in high school…” I said. “Look, that’s the bad part. Their ass fucking isn’t like high school boys’ ass fucking. Your ass will be ruined!” she said, taking a small plastic bottle with lubricant from her bag and saying, “Here, this is special. Apply it to your ass, it will attract the dick inside you like a magnet!” Gamze and I greased each other’s assholes generously and went to the guys…

The fucking had begun again. Gamze and I were bent over side by side, one on top of the other, forced into 69 positions, taking turns fucking our pussies and asses like crazy until dawn. I was exhausted from the cocks in my mouth, pussy, and ass, moaning and moaning, all the while. As we left in the early morning, Gamze gave me the $2,500 she’d promised, saying, “Here, you deserve this! You did a good job, even though you’re not a whore!”

When I got to our suite, my husband was still asleep, oblivious to what had happened. I went into the bathroom, took a shower, and lay down next to him. Of course, I kept this and my share of the money Gamze had given me a secret from my husband and told no one. Despite all the time that has passed, I still remember with a sigh the day I was fucked by 7 men on my honeymoon, the taste of sperm from various dicks exploding in my mouth, the ache in my pussy and ass, and I can never get it out of my mind 🙂