When Luc Nocs on Your Door

When Luck Knocks On Your Door

Thanks to Kenji Sato for the edit.

New Year's Eve 1999 humanity is entering the millennium era the whole world is excited and everyone is hopeful about the future. The police officer hands over the two-month-old baby whose father went crazy and killed his mother to the social services worker. The officer caressed his cheeks with his fingers for the last time and set off towards his dreams sounding the police siren.

Twenty-four whole years have passed. I remember little of my childhood. In the memories I have of myself, there are windows with iron bars and children playing ball with me in a small yard. Then someone would come and take children like us by the hand and rescue them from that gray building. The lucky ones would go to places they would later call home. No one had adopted me.

My name is Fırat the name that they had given me later. I never learned what my family had named me. I am twenty-four years old now. I am tall and dark. The only thing I have learned in my life between school and the orphanage has been to never to show myself as weak.

When I turned eighteen and left there I started to question the things I had forbidden myself to ask. Was there no one from my family? Why hadn't they searched for me? The orphanage director Mrs. Berna had given me an envelope with an address and had arranged the job she had referred me to.

I was working in a bakery until last year. The owner of the bakery Uncle Erkan had helped me a lot. He would not distinguish me from his son Atakan who was the same age. When Uncle Erkan passed away the bakery closed.

I researched my past as much as I could. Who was I? Where did I come from? I didn't remember the number of petitions I had sent to social services. After I begged a few times Mrs. Berna the orphanage manager opened my file. She said it was something she would never do normally but she wanted to do me a favor because she would be retiring soon.

My father was an auto mechanic. My mother was a housewife. Until my father killed my mother we had been a happy family a father and mother with two children. Who was the other child? I had an older brother or sister? If he or she was alive where was my sibling?

I asked a lot of questions but I couldn't get an answer. I learned that my father had been in prison for a long time. Mrs. Berna did not give me any further information for privacy reasons. She led me out of her office and called me back in after making a few phone calls.

"I'm sorry. This is the best I can do." she said. She gave me an envelope with an address inside. She had found me a job again. When my financial situation got better I would hire a lawyer to find out who and where my brother or sister was. I didn't care about my father.

On the way to the address in the envelope in my hand the bus went a fair distance from the city. I got off somewhere that felt more like a forest of tall trees than among the large detached houses on vast estate lots. It was a neighborhood where rich people lived. I approached the big iron door and rang the bell. Two minutes later an old man opened the door. I introduced myself and gave him the envelope. When we entered the foyer the sheer size of the house struck me. Mr. Kemal the butler of the house took me to the coach house where the servants were staying and told me to get settled in.

There were maids in the kitchen who were responsible for cooking and cleaning the house. One of them Leyla who was fat put a bowl of soup in front of me. After I had eaten my fill Mr. Kemal took me to see the owner of the house. They said I would serve them as a driver. The salary was good. Meals were free. They would even give me a place to sleep if I wanted. Mrs. Berna had done me another great favor.

The owners of the house were the owners of a large holding company. Mr. Tacettin and Mrs. Ayşe were very elite-looking people in their sixties. Their only son Sadi and their daughter-in-law İlke also lived in this house. Mr. Sadi was managing the company. Since I was Mrs. Ayşe's driver my workload was not very heavy. I would occasionally take her to shopping malls and to meetings with her friends.

While talking about the family the cook Leyla said that İlke Hanım was a miracle in the simplest terms God had been generous to her she was a very beautiful woman with dark skin and black hair. She had married her husband Mr. Sadi three years ago and they had not had a child yet. They had been fighting a lot because of her husband's womanizing. I had not had the chance to see her yet.

Two days later while I was preparing the shopping list in the kitchen someone in sportswear had entered through the service door. I was so engrossed in the list that I didn't pay attention to who it was. When I looked up those beautiful eyes were looking at me with disdain.

"Are you the new driver?" she asked.

I said from the chair I was sitting in "Yes. Who are you?"

When she realized I didn't know her she got angry. "You can only be the driver anyway. Wait at the door. I'll be coming downstairs in ten minutes." she said.

At that moment my anger got the best of me. "Spoiled." came out of my mouth.

She gave me a dirty look and left.

I was angry with myself for not being able to keep my mouth shut. I did as she said and got the car ready in the yard. Half an hour had passed. No one came or went. Just as I was about to return the car back into the garage she came through the front door. As she was going down the stairs her red mini-dress and her shapely legs like two pillars caught my attention. She was as beautiful as Leyla had said.

I would occasionally look at her in the rearview mirror. She rolled her eyes when she caught me looking at her once. I took her to a restaurant. She returned after I had waited outside for three hours hungry.

On the way home I gave very short and witty answers to her questions.

"Oh you are a know it all. Cocky."

"I'm a bit of a jerk sometimes." I said and laughed. When I looked in the mirror I thought I saw a small smile.

Three days later when I couldn't sleep at night I started wandering around the garden smoking a cigarette. I saw her go out to her bedroom balcony with a wine glass in her hand. She was swaying on the balcony with classical music coming from her room. I didn't think she saw me. The light hitting her white nightgown made the contours of her body stand out. She had a sad expression on her face. She went back inside.

The weekend had finally come and I could finally have a day off. I wanted to wander around the city center Friday evening and have a little fun. Just as I was getting ready to go out Mr. Kemal called me. Since Mr. Sadi was out of town he asked me to take Mrs. İlke to wherever she wanted to be dropped off at. She had found me as if there was no other driver. I was both angry with this woman and also deep down I was going crazy to see her.

She was wearing a white-satin dress. The sleeves of the dress were held up by thin straps which left more than half of her breasts exposed her shoulders and a significant part of her back were also left bare her belly and hips were tightly wrapped in the satin and the dress's hem ended just below her hips. Since she wasn't wearing a bra her nipples were visible. How did these rich people allow their wives to dress so revealingly?

She got in the car and told me the address. Ten minutes later we arrived at a club with live music.

"Wait outside." she said.

While she was getting out of the car I also got out. I locked the doors. I threw the car key towards her. She caught it in the air. She was surprised.

"My shift is over. Have fun." I said and walked towards the bar grinning.

"Brash." I heard her say but I didn't answer.

The club's interior was nicely decorated with dim lights. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer for myself. Mrs. İlke who entered the venue after me, looked at me a little nervously and went to the table where her two female friends were. People were singing along to the live music and drinking. Since I didn't have much money in my pocket I was drinking my beer slowly.

I didn't know if it was luck that day or what but a nice blonde middle-aged woman came to me and started talking to me. She was flirting with me. After a while we started dancing.

Maybe the night which had started tense could end happily. When the woman was in her element I turned my eyes towards Mrs. İlke. She was watching us. I smiled at her with the pleasure I got from the situation and continued to busy myself with my gift for tonight. The woman named Aysun was letting me caress her. I was thinking that tonight would end in bed and I would be fucking her.

Before long Mrs. İlke appeared right in front of me. "I'm bored. Take me home." she said and left the bar.

The woman next to me was also surprised. She didn't understand what was going on. I explained the situation and got her phone number.

I was swearing as I went to Mrs. İlke and asked for the key. She looked at me with disdain again. I thought to myself if I fucked you once you would never look at me like that again. I turned the car around and headed home. It was ten o'clock.

"My fun isn't over yet. Take me somewhere else but no familiar faces. Somewhere slummy. You know those places." she said.

God did you send this woman to torture me? I turned the wheel and headed towards a club I had been to before in the city center. She got out of the car while I parked. I followed her inside five minutes later. It was very crowded because it was the last day of the week. There were all kinds of people. She was sitting on a barstool with a drink in her hand. I approached and sat next to her.

"Do you like this place?"

"Well it will do." She didn't even look at me when she answered.

People were dancing and we were watching them. She downed her drink.

I mustered up all my courage. "Would you like to dance?" I asked.

She smiled.

The bartender reached out and asked. "Is this guy bothering you?"

"Yes." she replied."

When the bartender gave a signal with his hand two bear-like bodyguards manhandled me and pulled me out before I could explain my problem. Mrs. İlke was laughing. She stood up and stopped them. The bartender and the bodyguards did not understand what was happening. She sat down again. I also adjusted my clothes and sat in an empty place. You can't play with so many people's nerves in one night. When I told the bartender that I was her driver the man took pity on me.

"I'm sorry brother. God make it easy for you this woman is crazy." he said. He offered me a beer from the establishment.

When I finished my beer I looked at the clock it was approaching twelve o'clock. I walked towards her.

"What do you want now?" she asked.

"It's getting late. I'll take you home."

"I thought you wanted to dance?" she said.

She slid down off the stool. Her skirt was almost up to her waist as she did this. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the dance floor. The bartender looked at me in surprise. The music was fast and we were dancing opposite each other. Her body was twisting and turning with the rhythm of the music. She was dancing incredibly sexy.

Suddenly slow music started playing. Naturally I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me and we started swaying lightly. Our bodies were pressed tightly together. She didn't seem bothered by such close contact. I could feel myself getting excited. To put it more clearly my dick suddenly felt like a stake.

It was impossible for her not to feel my penis. She had buried her face in my neck. The track was very crowded. I could still notice that her hips were slightly bent moving both right and left front and back. I was caressing İlke's body up and down the side with my right hand. My left hand had slid down her waist and started caressing those dizzying hips through the thin slippery fabric of her dress.

I was caressing my boss's bride and thrusting my penis. We were making love not dancing anymore. I noticed that İlke's body was shaking slightly. She first kissed my neck and then my lips. When I kissed her back she rolled her eyes and left me. I caught her as she was walking towards the exit. We got in the car. I waited for her to say something.

She was looking out the window into the distance.

I drove home.

One week had passed. When we met she wouldn't look at me. I was busy with other things with my own business and was working like a bee. As the days went by I was accepted by the household. While I was drinking tea in the garage on Friday evening İlke left the house and ran to me. She said she had to go somewhere urgent and got into the car. She had caught me while I was about to take a break. Why wasn't this woman using her own car?

When we left the garden and turned onto the main road she told me the name of a restaurant by the seaside. When I looked at her in the rearview mirror while driving, she did not look normal. She was constantly looking at her phone. There was a problem. The faint smell of alcohol permeated the car. She stopped me near the restaurant. I parked the car on the side of the road. She got out of the car and walked. I thought what is this crazy woman up to again?

I followed her.

I was surprised to see her husband Mr. Sadi 's car there. I thought he was in Germany on business. He was eating dinner with a woman in a restaurant. İlke was watching them from the corner. She clenched her fists in anger. She was about to create a scandal.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

I held her arm and took her out of the restaurant. She was shaking. We sat on the bench facing the sea ahead. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Maybe it's not what you think. It could be a business dinner." I said, but I didn't even believe what I said.

"Business dinner with his ex?" she replied.

It was the first time I had seen her so defenseless. I wanted to comfort her but I was hesitant to put my hands on her shoulders. After sitting in silence for a while Mr. Sadi and his mistress left the restaurant hand in hand got into his car and drove away.

"I can't go home now. I need a place to stay tonight." she said.

She didn't want to go to a hotel or to her friend's. I remembered my friend Suat's house where I sometimes stayed on my days off. He was my friend from the orphanage. I had the key to his house. I got up from the bench I was sitting on, and called him. When I learned that the house was available I went back to İlke.

"If you want I'll stay at my friend's house tonight. You can come too. My friend works nights. No one will bother you. No one knows you in that neighborhood." I said.

She thought for a while. "Let's go but I'm hungry. Get some food for me." she said.

Not a surprise. The spoiled woman I knew was back.

When I opened the door of this old house in the slums the smell of poverty hit our noses. The room I stayed in back at the annex was like a palace compared to this. I could see in İlke's eyes that she was asking herself "What have I done?"

Suat was working as a night guard at a construction site so his salary was only enough for this. I quickly opened the windows and aired out the rooms. I bought meatballs and cola from a meatball shop one street over and returned home.

Although İlke was disgusted she was sitting on the old sofa and eating the food I had bought for her. She called her mother-in-law and told her that she would stay with her friend Selin tonight and that the driver would bring her home tomorrow. Her poor mother-in-law didn't even make a sound.

I turned on the old boiler and heated the water. After such a stressful day a hot bath would be good. After I washed İlke said she wanted to take a shower. While I was watching TV she was taking her shower.

After about ten minutes she shouted at me from the bathroom. "Are there any other towels to dry myself with? These smell bad."

I had looked for clean towels around the home but I couldn't find any. "Sorry princess this is not a hotel." I shouted. I was laughing. Of course for a spoiled woman living a rich life being here was hell.

The bathroom door opened. She came out completely naked and looked at me. I was speechless. Standing one meter in front of me was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her pink nipples and smooth skin were before my eyes.

I am human too after all. I couldn't resist. I hugged her and pressed my lips to her and she was responding to me. We were kissing passionately like crazy. She held the frame of the bathroom door by opening her arms to the sides. I kissed from her lips to her neck. My God she smelled so good. I took her firm erect nipples into my mouth and started licking sucking them back and forth. İlke was moaning. She pushed my head down.

While I was squeezing İlke's ass with both hands I was taking her beautiful pussy to the peaks of pleasure with my tongue. She was caressing my head from time to time and pressing my face against her pussy. She let out a shrill scream. I was licking her like crazy. I felt her whole body shaking. She hugged me. I stood up picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

I made her sit on the old bed in the bedroom where curtains made of red sheets were hung. I unbuckled the belt of my trousers and took out my penis. The smug look in her eyes had been replaced by lust. She grasped my dick holding it in her hands. After exploring the head with her tongue she took it into her mouth. As she moved it in and out of her mouth her full lips were gripping my dick as if she were massaging it. She would take it out of her mouth then tongue my dick licking and sucking my balls and then would take it back into her mouth. She thrust it all the way down her throat for the last time and took it all into her mouth.

I had İlke licked for a while and then laid her on the bed. I immediately jumped on her and put my cock in her pussy. I was pushing into that tight hole of hers. It was so tight as if her husband had never fucked her. It slowly slid into her pussy and I started pumping it little by little. After going in and out slowly a few times I started to speed up. Then I was going in and out of spoiled İlke's pussy harder. Everything was like a dream.

"Oh ahh slow down. Slow down." She was moaning.

I continued to fuck her hard without paying any attention to what she said. İlke's eyes were literally misplaced and her pupils were not visible.

When she orgasmed every part of her body began trembling and contracting as if she had been electrocuted. In the same way I emptied my sperm into her pussy. İlke suddenly stood up slightly from where she was and pressed herself against my lips. But how she was kissing. This kiss was a reward for the pleasure she had just received. We looked at each other for a few seconds. She turned to the side. I hugged her from behind. I was caressing her hair while my breathing returned to normal. I got an erection again while kissing her shoulder.

İlke laughed and stroked my penis with her hand. She must not have had enough of my cock because she sat on my lap without waiting. My penis had completely entered her pussy again and she started jumping on my lap. Every time I rooted her from below İlke was jumping with her mouth wide open moaning as if she was riding a horse. I fucked her for about ten minutes with me making her scream. I made her orgasm and I ejaculated myself.

We were both very tired. We couldn't get out of bed for a few minutes. I had fucked a goddess. I had fallen in love with her without a doubt. She was the most beautiful woman who had ever entered my life. First though she and then I went to the bathroom.

Since sex had made us hungry again I ordered food from outside. She was licking her fingers while eating.

"What happened to that socialite bride?" I asked and laughed.