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The following morning we went to a Turkish bath. Actually, I wanted to go there in the afternoon, but she insisted that we needed to go shopping in the Grand Bazaar later, so we had to do it in the morning. It took a while to reach the place with the cab, since she wanted a real Turkish bath, that is, a real Haman, and not one of the tourists' trap that are listed in the guide books. So we had to cross half Istanbul to get there.
Once there, we separated and I headed to the male section. I got undressed, took my towel and was lead into the steamy Haman. As soon as I entered there was a large room, with four smaller rooms on each one of the four corners, and a small corridor to another large room.
The roof had small glass windows in different geometrical shapes. The first room was not crowded but since everybody was staring at me, I walked to the other large room. Here were only two guys but still, they were looking at me with intensity. It felt like they were x-raying me. For this reason, I went into one of the four small rooms around, which looked empty. I sat down and tried to relax in the hot, steamy air. After a few minutes a man entered the room and sat not far from me. Then he turned to me and said something in Turkish, which I could not understand.
"I see you are not Turkish! That is why you are so different" he said in my language with a broad smile.
I was surprised by his remark and asked:
"What do you mean by saying <so different>"
"Well, my dear. In this place there are quite a few Turkish men around. They all have hairy chests and legs. You are hairless, your legs looks like a girl's legs and, last but not least, you have small tits!"
I blushed and I am sure my face was as red as a chili pepper. So I was correct, what I felt like small tits were actually tiny tits and not just an allergic reaction to drugs, as Ruth was saying. At this point the man came closer.
"Let me touch your leg" and by saying so, he put his hand on my knee and moved it slightly up and down a couple of times. I was like frozen, ashamed and embarrassed.
"Sure enough, your skin is like velvet. Are you sure you are not a girl in the wrong section of the Haman? Let me try something."
By saying so, he moved his hand from my knee all the way up on my tight, passing under the towel, reaching my cock. He took it in his hand and began stroking it. After what looked like ten minutes, my cock was still limp and small, but I felt some strange feelings around my nipples.
"Just like I thought!" The man said, "You've got an useless cock, but your nipples are sensitive and are turgid just like a little girl when she is excited. Let me take care of them." By saying this he moved closer to my chest and licked and sucked one nipple. Then moved to the other. It really felt nice. After a few minutes he stopped, stood up and said:
"Now it is your time babe" and dropped his towel.
A swollen and big size cock was standing just a couple of inches from my nose.
I was puzzled. I had never felt attraction for men or their sex tools, but now I was there and did not know what to do. Soon the man got tired of waiting, so he grabbed my head and pulled it forward. His cock pushed against my lips. I opened them letting it slide in. He then put a tighter hold to my head and began fucking my mouth. He went on faster and faster till he came a few minutes later, releasing his cum right into my throat, leaving me no choice than swallowing it.
When he moved away from me I noticed that two men were standing by the door. They had probably watched the whole scene. One of them came inside and took the place of the first man, pushing his cock inside my mouth. But this one was not fucking my face, so I began licking and sucking.
At a certain point, somebody talked to him in Turkish and he answered back. I did not get what was all about but, after a short discussion, the man in front of me took my shoulders and, without removing his cock from my mouth guided me from the sitting position to my knees first, then he lowered himself until he was sitting on the floor, leaving me on my fours with his cock still in my mouth. I hardly finished making myself as comfortable as I could in the new position, that a couple of fingers put soap on my ass hole and slid inside. I grasped and, at that point, I got really scared. I wanted to say something and tried to get the cock out of my mount to tell them to stop all what they were doing. But the man in front of me was grabbing my head so hard and pushed it some more against his cock, while another two strong hands were grabbing my hips. I felt something big pointing against my little hole, and then started entering inside. The pain was incredible and I started screaming. The screaming caused my throat to open slightly and, since the noise of my screams was bothering them, the man in front of me began pushing his cock very hard inside my mouth, reaching my throat. I chocked a little, but he left the cock right there. Since the pain was still bad, I tried to scream again. The man promptly pushed hard when he felt my throat loosening up to let my scream out, and his cock slide down my throat, causing me to deep throat him. He was holding my head firmly against his belly, with my lips touching his body and his cock completely inside my mouth and down my throat. He began thrusting in and out slowly, while the other one was fucking me wildly in the ass. The pain was going away little by little, but I had problems breathing now. However, the man in my throat did not last long, and came after a few more movements. I did not feel his cum, since this went straight down my throat.
He removed his cock from my mouth and then squeezed it making the last few drops of cum oozing out and fall on my tongue. Another man replaced him immediately. This man was more passive, and I had to do the licking and sucking. Right then, the man behind me increased his peace and came inside me with some deep moans. Once he pulled away, another two hands grabbed my hips and another large cock impaled me. However, now I was loose, and the slippery soap mixed with cum made it easy. It went on like this for a while. I have lost the exact count, but I must have taken six cocks in my mouth and five in the ass.
Finally, they all left the small room. I wrapped my towel around the waist and I lied there for a while trying to regain my forces, and thinking about what had just happened. It was then that one attendant arrived with a message for me. I thanked him and opened the folded piece of paper. The message said:
"Did you have enough cocks, or do you need some more? You have been there for two hours and, in case you need some more, please tell the attendant. He will take care of that personally. Also, I would go shopping and return to pick you up later, little slut! Love, Ruth"
How did she know what had happened here?
I slowly managed to stand up. I felt weak because of the steam and broken into pieces because of those men.
I walked to the exit, heading to the dressing room. I gave the man the card with a large twenty-five written in red figures on it. He looked around in the shelves and retrieved bag number twenty-five with my personal belongings. With a large smile he told me:
"I am sorry but you need to use one of the dressing rooms on the left wing. The ones on the right wing are all busy."
"But the left wing is for women!" I remarked with surprise.
"Yes, it is, but there are no women in the Haman at this moment, so you can use it. Otherwise you would have to wait at least twenty minutes for your massage in case you stay in the right wing."
"Okay, thanks" I said while walking towards the let left wing. I had no choice. Waiting for twenty minutes would have made Ruth think that I had some extra cock, and skipping the male section would avoid me seeing all those men again.
Inside there was a lady waiting to give massages. I am sure that in the other wing there was a man in charge of massaging men. She began massaging me with scented oils. Actually, these were scents that only women would use. I also noticed that when she was massaging my body she would avoid the chest area where normally tits are located.
It felt so good and I almost went to dreamland. Once she finished, I went in one of the dressing rooms. I locked it and opened the bag. I had a fit! What had happened to my things? I would have considered this a mistake of the man in charge of the bags with personal belongings, but I was very familiar with those things inside.
Jennifer's favorite light blue dress with knee length skirt, Jennifer's favorite patented heels matching the dress, along with stockings, bra, a tong, a handbag and so on. Jee, Ruth mentioned about going out dressed, but I did not expect it to be so soon, in this way and in full daylight! I thought to myself.
All involved in my thoughts, I began dressing up automatically, without really thinking, but when I heard my heels clicking on the floor while heading toward to door to unlock it, I chickened out.
'What the hell am I doing?' I thought to myself.
I sat on the small stool and went into desperation, not knowing what to do, till I was shaken up by a knock on the door.
"Miss Jennifer, are you ready for make up and hair style?"
What the hell is going on here, I mumbled in my brain. How does she know my femme name? Ruth is really going too far here. I need to stop her before she goes too far...
"I am coming..." I yelled back to the lady.
I opened the door and the lady from massage was in front of me, waiting.
"This way!" she said without a particular expression on her face, like being accustomed in dealing with men dressed in female outfits.
We walked through a corridor and ended in a small room with a large window. She made me sit and, without saying a word she began combing my hair. I have medium lenght hair, and she was combing and fixing it in a wavy and feminine style. Then she did my nails and toenails, worked on foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, till I was ready.
"Now you can go, they are waiting for you outside."
"What? Who is waiting for me outside? I came here with Ruth, my wife. She is just one person; you may have made a mistake, using the plural. I think. You mean she is waiting for me outside!"
"No, THEY are waiting for you outside. Just walk out and you will meet them." then she turned around and left through the corridor.
What was going on here? I began feeling a little bit scared not just for the fact of going out in daylight as Jennifer for the first time, but because I had no control on what was happening to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Yes, this was definitely the best make over I ever had, but my masculine face was still very recognizable through the make up. It was so hard for me to take the courage and walk out. In addition, keeping my balance on the high heels on this antique and uneven floor was harder because my butt was sore after all the activity of just an hour earlier. I finally took a huge breath of air and headed out of the front door.