by Jools Louise
He had a blond, surfer dude look, shaggy blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes, with a body made for sex. Max wore many hats, chauffeur, steward, and apparently he was now my wake up call. He had a goofy sense of humour, and met my snarks good-naturedly, not offended by my sometimes sarcastic wit.
Sitting in a chair beside the desk, he looked like he wanted to ask something and I gazed at him curiously. Max was something of an enigma, appearing on the surface to be gregarious and silly, but I knew he was highly intelligent, belying the “dumb blond” image.
“Is something bothering you?” I asked directly, meeting his gaze.
“I don’t think you should go back to England,” he blurted, ducking his head as I widened my eyes in surprise. I hadn’t seen that one coming.
“Okaay, why not?” I didn’t see there being an issue, just the need to close things, rather than leaving my old life hanging.
“I’m scared you won’t want to come back.” His voice was low, his cheeks pink with embarrassment as he said the words. “We’re all falling for you, and if you go back to England, you might forget us and we need you here.”
Sometimes I forgot that Max was the youngest, that and with having such a great loss at a critical age, he was bound to be anxious about certain things. His nature was usually upbeat, although he appeared to be masking some deep-seated insecurity. I stood up, moving around the desk to sit in his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist, his head nestled against my shoulder, and I held him close, kissing the top of his head and stroking his strong shoulders and back with soothing hands.
“How about you come with me and help me finish up, and then we can ride back here together?” I asked, hugging him close. “I don’t want to be anywhere else and it would be nice to have back up in case I have to annihilate the evil bitch alien ASM Karen before I leave England for good.” I heard his snicker, having heard all about my soon-to-be-ex boss. Jackson had mentioned that I had been having troubles at work, and I had been frank about my hang-ups.
All the crew had been comfortingly fierce when I told them about Karen. I had begun by trying to put things into perspective, telling them that she was probably stressed about her new promotion. I had been shot down in no uncertain terms. Jackson had given me a long look, saying he had visited the store while I had been away at a meeting, having seen the bitch alien in action bullying two members of staff into tears for no other reason than she was in a position of power.
Startled, I hadn’t realised he knew who Karen was and he had admitted he wanted to see the bitch that had made his best friend cry.
I had offers from each of the crew to pay her a visit, with each offer slightly more absurd than the offer. Caleb’s had been the most creative, as he told me he would send a crate load of fire ants to her house, plus dive bomb her car with a ton of pigeon shit, since Karen was very proud of her bright red Audi, before messing with all the toilets in her house so every time she went for a shit, it would all come back on her—literally!
I had howled with laughter, and then made sure I rewarded the creativity by visiting him at the bar where I told him I about a fantasy I had involving his cock, the bar, and my pussy. Not being slow on the uptake he had immediately slung me horizontal along the wide wooden expanse of the bar, leaping up to kneel between my legs before going wild on my pussy as he pummelled me into three orgasms before releasing me. Man, I loved this island.
Max raised his head, resting his forehead against mine.
“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispered softly, his eyes like blue gems sparkling against his tanned face, and I could see a glimmer of tears in their depths. “I’ll ask Jackson if it’s okay to go back with you and stay until you get things sorted.” I kissed him, hugging him close, sighing as he tightened his grip around me.
“I think that would be a great idea, Max,” Jackson said huskily as we both turned our heads to see him leaning against the doorframe, eyes soft.
I could feel tears in my eyes, looking back into Max’s crystal gaze again and seeing the love there. “I love you, too. I’m going back to finish my old life, so I can commit totally to the new one. I’m coming back to El Santuario.” I said this firmly and kissed him tenderly, feeling one of the deep scars inside me finally disappear. Raising my head, I kissed the tip of his nose, getting up. “Now, skedaddle, brat, before I tell the boss you’re slacking again!” The teasing had the desired effect, and Max’s wide grin split his face.
“Good help are so hard to find.” I sighed to Jackson, shaking my head as Max yelped indignantly.
“I’m hard, and you’ll find I’m really gooood!” he retorted, sniggering and shaking his cock at me before darting past Jackson before he got head-slapped.
As he left, Jackson and I exchanged glances and burst into laughter before we sat down to continue studying reports and discuss what was needed to promote the resort.
We had decided early on that this would be catering to a particular clientele. Exclusive, limiting numbers and offering the facilities by invitation only, it was to be a retreat for people who needed a place to heal. Jackson had already done a lot of research into who he wanted to invite here, and whilst they all came from different walks of life, he had also set up a charitable foundation which would support those who needed a place to recuperate but couldn’t afford the hefty airfare to get here.
Jackson and his crew of Max, Louis, Caleb, Marcus, Michael, Raphael, and Dean were the core, and each was responsible for their own department. Max would organise transportation to and from the island, plus organising the website which he had set up. Who knew the guy was a techno geek? Caleb was in charge of catering and supplies, Michael would offer swimming and scuba lessons, Marcus dealt with entertainment, Louis was a sailing instructor, and Raphael ran the hotel side of things whilst Dean would initially help in each department as needed. One of the younger members of the crew, he had the least experience, and didn’t feel confident being responsible for an entire department just yet. My job was to coordinate with Jackson, who was boss of the whole complex, and the crew to facilitate any issues which arose in each department. I would help market the resort and work with Jackson to manage it, plus help with fundraising and bringing in new clients.
Jackson told me I would be the troubleshooter, while Max said my official title should be “ass-kicking super-bitch,” which got him a head slap, followed by a dunk in the nearest pool, although I secretly liked the title.
The infrastructure itself was already built, and now came the nitty-gritty of finding suitable staff to employ. Since the purpose of the resort was not only rest and relaxation but also to help people heal internal scars, we needed suitable medical professionals for both physical therapy and for psychiatric concerns.
Jackson already had a list of people he knew of who would benefit, and these would be the first to be invited to our little retreat. There was a spa, a fully equipped gymnasium, a massage parlour, and a physical therapy unit for those with “war wounds.”
When I asked Jackson how he came up with the criteria for selecting people for the list of invites, he gave me a solemn look and told me that some people slipped through the cracks, and had given their all for the sake of helping others, only to be kicked aside when they themselves needed help. In his job, both in the military and as a therapist, he had met people who had been let down by just about everyone, with some giving up their fight altogether. Jackson had put together a list of those he had met from the files he kept as a therapist, and the neediest cases would be the first he would help.
As we agreed on the first intake, I asked about funding. Jackson had sold much of his assets, retaining some to keep up some steady revenue, whilst putting the rest as starting capital into the island. His crew had completed a lot of the initial clearance and laid paths, which had taken a while. Once this had been done, he had hired construction crew for a year to finish off the rest. Income would be gained by holding fundraising events, as well as asking for donations to fund
the rehabilitation side. Since his clientele in the past had included some who were incredibly wealthy, and had been helped by Jackson, the donations had been pouring in, as well as suggestions for people who may benefit from the services offered.
We discussed our options in England, particularly me tying up unfinished business. My resignation was already written and tendered by e-mail and since I was fairly sure the alien bitch Karen would somehow manage to fuck everything up, I had sent it directly to HR with an additional letter stating my reasons for this. Jackson had warned me about shit hitting the proverbial fan once I returned, but I had put in fifteen years for the company, and if they wanted to play silly beggars about remuneration when I finished, I would just leave them to it.
I also emailed a local real estate agency about my apartment, which was going to put it on the market immediately, so hopefully I would have someone buying it pretty soon. Jackson said he would keep his on for a little longer before letting it go.
I left the office with Jackson, feeling that zing of excitement at the thought of this new life actually happening. A week to go before I had to head back to Old Blighty, and then I would spend a month finishing up in England before jetting back to El Santuario.
Chapter 8:
Playing with the Boys
Twilight was descending as Jackson and I left the office and made our way back to the residents’ housing. We could hear noises coming from the main pool area, and exchanged puzzled glances as we got closer. Rounding the corner, we stopped, eyes wide and pulses speeding up at the display in front of us.
Our crew, all seven of them were sprawled in various positions of sexual activity. Groans and grunts and moans echoed around the pool and in the pool as Jackson and I watched the show.
Louis and Marcus, two brunet studs who had served with Jackson in the military, were locked together on the wide lounger. Louis’s massive cock was plunging deep into Marcus’s ass as they lay chest to chest, Marcus’s thickly muscled legs clenched snugly around Louis’s slim waist. Their mouths were fused together as their naked bodies slid against each other all hot and sweaty and dripping cum. Judging by the streaks of cream on each of their inner thighs, they had been at it for some time and were bareback, naked cocks proudly on display. Jackson must have given them the results of their medical tests.
Caleb and Michael were in the pool, their dark-skinned bodies surrounding Max’s paler one. He was impaled on both their cocks, lying on his back as Caleb knelt on the steps fucking Max’s mouth while Michael stood upright, pounding the blond stud’s tight ass. Their moans of passion blended with the others, and I felt my pussy beginning to throb at the erotic feast of man flesh fucking with abandon.
The last pair, Dean and Raphael, were seated on one of the chairs at the bar. Dean sat with his back to Raphael, his pale skin in contrast to the darker olive tones of Raphael’s. Dean’s ass was being impaled over and over on Raphael’s thick monster cock as Raphael fisted Dean’s long shaft over and over, exchanging long, hot kisses as they fucked.
I licked my lips, not knowing where to look. I wasn’t embarrassed, but horny as hell and wondering if anyone would mind if the “kick-ass super-bitch troubleshooter” joined in.
Jackson moved in behind me, his fingers already working to unclasp my bikini top. His hot cock rubbed against my ass, making me hotter. My head fell back against his shoulder and he pushed the top off my shoulders, throwing it to one side as he massaged my aching breasts with his talented fingers.
“Tonight is ‘boys’ night,” he whispered close to my ear. “This is where we go all anal.” He rubbed his cock more firmly against my ass, one hand moving to push aside my sarong before delving under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. His fingers found my sopping pussy, dipping into the thick cream before continuing on and spreading the juices along the crack of my ass, coating the tiny hole, which clenched in involuntary anticipation.
“I let the guys know they were all clean, and tonight we’re all going bareback with each other.” I shivered at the thought.
“I’m clean, and I’d like to try a bareback ride in my ass as well,” I murmured, hearing his hungry growl of approval as I gave permission to take my virgin ass with no barriers. “For future reference, you don’t need barriers anywhere else either since I can’t get pregnant.” Jackson stared at me for a moment, his look promising further discussion of this revelation, but then he focussed on my body and his look returned to one of pure lust.
I was nervous, never having been penetrated anally before, and I tried to imagine Jackson’s thick man meat sliding into my tiny hole, wincing as I thought of how painful it would be.
My lower half was suddenly bare, my bikini bottoms ripped in two by Jackson’s powerful hands, and I gasped at the display of strength.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck this sweet ass for years.” The deep voice caressed my eardrums, and I writhed on Jackson’s thick fingers as he shoved three deep inside my pussy, curving them slightly so that they tickled my G-spot with each flick of his wrist. “First, though, I’ll enjoy this pretty pussy.”
Lifting me, my back to his front, Jackson replaced his fingers with that fat cock of his, impaling me in one hard thrust, and I cried out as my inner muscles stretched to accommodate the sudden invasion. I was sopping wet, so it wasn’t painful, but still, he was a very big boy.
Still impaled, I tilted my hips, hooking my legs around his waist as he supported my upper body. My arms wrapped around his neck and my head lolled and soon we were fucking like bunnies on the wide lounger.
Carefully, still joined, Jackson sat on the edge of the lounger, then lay on his back with me on top. Gripping my hips, he slid me up and down his large frame and I moaned as his thick meat stretched me.
I felt movement beside me, and turning my head I realised that Marcus was now kneeling, his glistening cock slapping against my cheek as Louis continued to pound away at his tight ass. Moaning, I slurped the head of his leaking cock into my mouth, hungrily lapping up the slick cream mixed with minty lube coating his cock. The force of Louis’s thrust had Marcus fucking my mouth and I opened wider to let him glide in and out, sucking hard on the outstroke which had him groaning in pleasure.
Another shift of bodies had Jackson sliding out from under me, his cock leaving me reluctantly. Lifting my ass, he flipped me onto my front, wedging a cushion under my belly. His fingers parted my ass cheeks, but my groan was muffled as Marcus’s cock slid back into my hungry mouth even as I felt Jackson’s slick tongue against my asshole.
I heard a grunt as Louis came hard in Marcus’s ass, then glanced behind me as I felt his tongue joining Jackson, sharing licks along my crack and deep kisses with each other.
I gasped out, feeling my orgasm slam into me, sucking hard on Marcus’s cock and feeling his helpless groan as he came, his heavy spurt of cum spattering the back of my throat and trickling down my chin.
Marcus lifted my chin, kissing me passionately and sharing the taste of his cum with me, drinking his seed as our tongues swirled against each other. He shifted, facedown so that his ass was close to my face. A trickle of cum oozed from his hole and he wiggled his butt temptingly.
I’d never even contemplated such dirty sex before, and as I looked at the oozing cum in front of me I let out a helpless groan before grabbing that sleek ass between my fingers, parting his cheeks before latching onto that moist hole with my mouth, sucking out the cream greedily.
“Fuck, yeah, eat his ass, luv,” Jackson encouraged, his tongue suddenly spearing my ass, and I moaned through a second, smaller orgasm as the thick appendage lapped at my virgin hole.
My tongue copied what Jackson was doing to me, and I stabbed inside Marcus’s hot ass, enjoying his musky taste as I writhed on the tongue spearing my own ass. A thumb pressed against my virgin hole, pushing the tight muscle and pressing in gently. I groaned, the vibration causing a chain reaction as Marcus groaned in unison. I bit his ass cheek, lapping at the streaks of cum which were smeared on his
inner thighs and he whimpered helplessly, writhing against me.
A second thumb joined the first at my asshole, loosening the muscle even more. I began to move against the invasion, feeling a soothing tongue caressing my hole as the slight burn of Jackson’s fingers prepared me. After a while, I tensed, feeling the head of a fat cock replacing the tongue and thumbs. My entire body clenched and I panted as I felt my sphincter part grudgingly as the massive head pushed forward.
“Relax, luv, you can take me. This ass was made to take cock,” Jackson soothed, pausing to let me get used to the burning as my muscles stretched even more. Louis’s fingers found my clit, and then I felt his hot mouth and tongue lapping at my juices and I moaned helplessly. I was panting, my body slowly accepting the thick rod which began moving again, inch by inch.
“Push out, luv, it’ll be less painful,” Jackson advised, his hands cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as he eased slowly into me. Taking his advice, I pushed out, feeling the relief as the burn faded slightly before, with a groan, I felt him bottom out and all nine and a half inches of hard man meat was seated deep inside my ass. Louis ate at my cunt, sucking on my clit. Marcus turned onto his back, his cock jutting upward to brush against my mouth again and I sucked him inside as Jackson began to move slowly and steadily with easy strokes.
As the burning pain turned to pleasure, I pushed up onto my hands and knees, slamming my hips back against the impaling cock behind me then impaling my face on the slab in front of me while Louis ate every drop of juice from my cunt.
The roaring in my ears drowned out some noise, but I heard the rest of the crew egging us on.
“How does she feel, Jackson? Is she as tight as she looks?” said Max.