Losing Inhibitions_Sexy in the Sun
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“I want that succulent ass next, boss, I want to see how she handles dark meat.” The husky growl came from Caleb.
“I think we should try double fucking her ass, my friend, see how she handles double helpings of dark meat.” The deep-throated suggestion was Michael’s.
Marcus came again, his cum lashing my throat. I reached down, grabbing hold of Louis’s hard cock, stroking his thick length, and let out a cry as he came, covering my fingers. I came again, flooding juice onto his tongue. Shifting around to the front, he grabbed my head as he fused his mouth onto mine, and I tasted my salty musk on his tongue, letting him savour Marcus’s cream which filled my mouth. Distantly I heard Jackson’s yell, and then the hot flood of cum deep inside my ass, lashing my insides as he spurted hot and heavy, then sank to his knees, collapsing against my back with a groan as he trembled fiercely, his sweaty chest hot and slick against me.
As he withdrew, I was suddenly flipped to my back and Caleb’s dark gaze met mine. Grabbing my legs, he lifted them to drape around his waist. His fingers parted my ass and he grinned wickedly. He impaled his huge ten-incher to the hilt inside my oozing ass with one powerful stroke.
I screamed, arching my back in ecstasy, before my mouth was filled with Michael’s thick monster meat. They fucked me hard and fast, and I bounced between them as they took control of the rhythm. I was like a rag doll, my tits jiggling, my belly jiggling, and my ass and mouth holding on for dear life. Both came quickly, lashing my insides at both ends with thick cum.
Just as I thought they were finished, the next pair stood up to the plate, or in this case ass and mouth. Max fucked my mouth as Dean slammed into my ass and off we went. My whimpers and moans as they fucked me to completion egged them on, as they continued to pump me full of cum. My legs were streaked with white cream, my chin covered with spunk, and as Dean withdrew, I felt the even thicker wedge of Raphael’s meat impale me, pounding me as I whimpered and slammed back against him, Max continuing to fuck my mouth.
Raphael didn’t last long, having amped up from watching me being fucked by his friends, and he came with a groan, his spunk spurting deep before oozing out and joining the other messy trails trickling along my inner thighs. Max grabbed my hair in his fist and withdrew just as he started to spurt, ending up spraying his cum all over my face and chest, which I lapped up greedily, mouth open trying to catch the delicious ropes of cream.
“Hmmm, definitely a cum junkie,” I said hoarsely, hearing laughter from the comment.
Raphael withdrew and, exhausted, I collapsed on the lounger. I didn’t feel the crew’s tender cleansing of my cum-soaked body, taking turns to lap up the mess before wiping away the remainder before kissing me in turn on the mouth and then departing to find their quarters, exhausted by the love play. I didn’t feel myself lifted by Jackson’s strong arms, nor hear the whispered “I love you” as he took me to my bed, sliding in next to me as he spooned with his front to my back, his arms wrapping me safely in a warm cocoon.
Waking the next morning, I sprawled on my stomach with the covers pushed down around my ankles. I sighed as bright morning light battered my closed eyelids, hugging the pillows as I desperately tried to cling onto sleep.
I yelped as a warm tongue trailed along the crack of my ass, the soothing caress tender against my aching hole, preventing the usual grumpy growl at having being disturbed during my morning wake up routine. I had been an anal virgin until last night and then been fucked by not one but four hard pieces of man meat, and to say my ass was sore would be an understatement.
“Do you have any Bonjela?” I asked drowsily, shifting my legs apart to give that soothing tongue better access.
A chuckle reached my ears and a light nip on my ass had me yelping at the insult. “I’m thinking a nice long soak in the Jacuzzi might be better.” Max lay beside me and I frowned, trying to figure out who was now licking my ass.
“Guess who?” said a deep voice right before a tongue probed against my sore sphincter and I gasped at the sting.
“Michael?”
“I didn’t get to taste this beauty last night, so I decided I’d get in first dibs as your wake-up call.” Michael growled, his voice muffled as he licked and sucked at my tiny hole.
“We thought since you were such a bright and breezy person first thing in the morning, we would treat you to a full body massage, courtesy of the resort management.”
“Louis?” Louis laughed at my confusion.
“I loved what you did to my cock yesterday, but after seeing you suck on Marcus’s ass like a pro, we’ve all decided we need to extend our fun. I want you sucking my dick, then my crack, and then I’ll eat out your sweet cunt ‘til you’re begging for mercy.” Louis growled, his lips finding mine as he lay on the other side next to me.
Sighing in delight as he kissed me with a tenderness which had my heart clenching, I moved my ass restlessly as Michael proved what a talented man he was, lapping at my rear hole with affectionate care.
“We’re not going to fuck this ass, ‘cos you’re too sore to take us, but we’d be delighted to give you a bed bath before we let you soak in the hot tub.” Max moved in closer, growling against my mouth as he joined with Louis. The three-way kiss was wet and sloppy and absolutely delicious.
I was flipped onto my back, and Michael lay between my legs giving me a wicked grin before diving in, sealing his hot mouth against my sopping pussy and lapping at the moisture oozing freely from my channel. Louis leaned over, his mouth and tongue licking down across my jaw, down the curve of my neck, before heading to one aching nipple. Teasing, he licked around the mound of soft flesh, circling the large areola before closing over the taut nipple and sucking with strong pulls until I was writhing mindlessly.
Max found my mouth with his, kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft and he tasted fresh and clean. I loved kissing and could spend hours making out with the right guy. Max was definitely the right guy, proving that here was something he excelled at as his brothers attacked the rest of my body.
“So this is where you slacked off to.” Raphael didn’t sound particularly upset. In fact I distinctly heard his arousal as he watched the show. I then heard a grunt, and looked up to see Raphael kneeling behind Michael, his thick cock impaling Michael’s muscular ass as Michael continued lapping at my cunt. My eyes locked on Raphael’s and he smiled wickedly as I groaned at the hot sight of Michael’s hot black ass being ploughed by Raphael’s paler dick.
“Fuck yeah,” Michael mumbled against my slick clit, gasping as Raphael began to power drive into his ass. I arched my back and Michael shifted, still joined to Raphael’s plunging dick, gripping my hips before impaling my trembling cunt on his thick, black, ten-inch slab of meat. I squealed, the force of Raphael’s thrusts driving Michael deeper into me, and I gripped hold of Max’s shoulder, my other hand fisting Louis’s cock as we undulated rapturously on the big bed. My tits had a nice jiggle going as the pair drove into me.
Max moved to kneel behind Louis, wrenching Louis’s head back as he crouched, straddling Louis’s hips before sinking his dripping cock deep into Louis’s ass. Louis groaned, still suckling my tits. Shifting to a kneeling position, he pushed his hard cock between my lips as Max pounded his cock hard and fast, fucking my face as the driving thrusts had us all moaning blissfully.
The orgy soon reached its climax, with Louis coming in my mouth, his clenching ass milking Max’s driving cock, who let out a grunt as he jetted hot semen deep into Louis’s ass. Michael thrust once, twice before coming hard, pulling out at the last second to spray my mound and belly and tits with his hot seed as Raphael bit down on Michael’s broad shoulder, his face frozen in ecstatic bliss as he spurted inside Michael’s ass.
My body convulsed as the scent of spunk filled the air, and I came with a scream, my pussy clamping down hard as a wave of release flooded every nerve ending.
We all collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting heavily before I heard Michael’s deep chuckle.
My mouth fused to his, letting him taste Louis’s spunk, as Michael’s beautiful body slid against mine. We spent a long time kissing, simply enjoying making out, tongues gliding against each other. My hands roamed over his broad back, touching the network of scars on his back tenderly, then placing gentle kisses on his face, peppering tiny kisses across his forehead and cheeks, and moving back to his lips.
“I love you,” he whispered, lifting his head to lock gazes. His deep golden eyes overflowing as tears tracked slowly over his beautiful face, he showed everything he was feeling, and I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, letting him sink down onto me as we cuddled close. “You heal me.”
I heard a sniff, and looked over at Max who was teary as he watched his buddy and me bonding.
Louis, Raphael, and Max all gathered around, wrapping arms around Michael’s trembling frame, kissing his back and shoulders as they offered comfort as their wounded brother cried.
Another piece of my heart healed, and another scar disappeared.
Chapter 9:
Old Blighty…A Month To Go
England, my home for over thirty years, didn’t exactly beckon as we landed, taxiing to the private jet section of Manchester’s international airport. Max and I had travelled back without Jackson, who needed to finish up a few things before he joined us. When he was ready, he would call for the jet and they would pick him up, so he could get his apartment put on the market.
Grabbing our baggage and speeding through customs, the blond stud and I made our weary way to the taxi rank outside. The limo seemed a little ostentatious, since the boss who owned it was back on El Santuario, so Max and I decided to split the cab fare when we returned to my home.
Rain fell dismally on the long line of black cabs, and flagging the nearest one we hopped into the back, cuddling up from the chill of England’s temperate climate.
“Blimey, I forgot how cold it gets here.” Max shivered, clutching his lightweight jacket tighter as he snuggled into me, his warmth comforting as I leaned back against his muscular frame.
“That’s ‘cos you’ve become spoiled living the life of luxury, surrounded by fast jets, tropical sunshine, and sexy studs,” I teased, and he chuckled in agreement.
“Yeah, I can’t believe how lucky I am. I get to fly around in a nice jet, I live and work on a tropical island, and I’m making out with some pretty hot pieces of ass.” I giggled at the analogy, turning my head to meet his warm lips, and we spent the rest of the trip back to my apartment locking lips. Well, it was cold and we needed a way to warm up.
Twenty minutes and quite a bit poorer as I paid the cab driver, I grabbed my luggage, and then led the way into my apartment building. Sighing, I realised the elevator was not working, so with an eye roll at Max, who chuckled, we lugged our cases up three flights of stairs to the top floor.
“Cool, you live in a penthouse apartment,” he quipped, laughing as I shook my head.
The musky smell of my apartment hit my nostrils, and despite the rain outside, I opened a couple of windows to air it. Max took our luggage to the bedroom, and we decided to unpack straight away, so we didn’t have to face it in the morning.
We finished the chore quickly then decided a nice hot shower was in order. Max took one look at the claw-footed bath tub and squealed in delight, begging to be allowed to soak in it.
Laughing at his silliness, I watched as he dumped a load of bath foam in the bottom, then ran the taps until it was half full. Stripping, sharing hot kisses as we waited for the tub to fill, we were soon amped and ready as we both stepped into the hot water. Max lay back with a blissful sigh of contentment, dragging me back against him as I lay with my back against his chest, his heavy cock resting cheekily between my legs.
“Hmmm, nothing like a nice hot soak in the tub.” Max’s lips nibbled the curve of my neck, biting lightly on my earlobe before turning my face to his and kissing me with such sweetness I felt cherished and special.
We were both tired, and after a sexy make out session, decided to get to bed. We’d eaten on the plane, sharing a large pizza plus ice cream just before we landed, so we weren’t hungry, but the long flight plus the time difference were taking their toll.
My bed was king-sized, with a soft mattress and comfy duvet. I loved my bed, having spent many blissful hours slumbering away in it, and as Max and I settled down, his arms wrapping around me as he spooned against my back, I felt safe and warm as I drifted asleep.
My first day back at work was spent catching up on the myriad of reports and issues which needed my attention. My handover with the covering manager went smoothly, and we shared a giggle at the alien bitch ASM Karen’s expense. Apparently, she was not going to last much longer in the company. Eight managers had already made complaints about her attitude. Two of them were men who were definitely not intimidated by a bitch in a red power suit.
Of the twelve stores in my area, there were only four, including mine, which performed consistently well, sales wise. As a manager with five years’ experience I had helped train some of the newer managers, and had made friends with all of them.
Retail was highly competitive, but I looked at my store’s individual needs first, solving any issues at a micro level, rather than worrying too much about what everyone else was doing. Any successes were shared with other managers, and we pooled resources and ideas, which was a reason why our area was one of the top in the company.
Our CEO, the cyborg, didn’t worry too much about the small stuff, and as long as everyone performed to a consistent level, we didn’t receive the wrath of his temper.
Of course Karen, who was still trying to prove herself, felt like she had to tear into everyone, without any firm clue how to improve performance, and three experienced managers had already left, sending letters directly to the CEO cyborg explaining why.
My resignation had come as a shock to the powers that be, and as I finished up my floor walk with three of my duty managers, I wasn’t too surprised when in walked the cyborg himself, followed by the alien bitch who was acting more like she was walking the green mile than doing a store visit.
Her expression as she met my bland look was not her usual contemptuous one. She looked scared. I noticed a bruise on her cheek bone and frowned. I may not have the best relationship with her, but the bruise was in the shape of a fist and I couldn’t help feeling a little sympathy.
She saw my look and immediately her spine straightened as the titanium rod in her ass engaged, and she was back to the bitch alien ASM I had come to know and hate.
“Ms. Forrester,” the CEO boomed, holding out his hand as his shark-like gaze studied the store’s foyer. “I hope you had a great holiday, it’s nice to see you back here.” His bonhomie was completely fake. I could smell the bullshit quite clearly.
“Sir, I did enjoy the break. I’ve just finished my floor walk, but I’d be happy to walk you around the store if you’d like.” My gut clenched a little, hoping the college students weren’t up to their usual tricks on their break, and that someone had remembered to wash up some cups in the staff room. Everyone bitched and moaned that there were no clean cups, and yet no one actually washed their cups after themselves, thinking perhaps the cleaning fairy would do it.
“Karen and I paid a visit last week, Ms. Forrester, and I was very impressed by your store. Even with you gone, the store runs very smoothly, and sales were still outstanding. Your management team obviously know their stuff.” He gave me an insincere shark smile, his hand still clutching mine and I felt revulsion as his thumb rubbed caressingly along my fingers.
Jerking out his grasp, I glared at him.
“If you’ve already visited the store, sir, may I ask what we can do for you today?” I took a step back, out of reach, trying to prevent my lip curling as I realised
what a creep he was. I’d met men like him before. In positions of power, they treated women like second-class citizens, putting up with them as subordinates, but often giving away little signs that they thought they were god-like.
“Let’s head up to your office, shall we, Ms. Forrester? We can discuss our business there.” Striding off, he left Karen and I to follow like good little women. I shrugged, thinking to myself it wouldn’t be too long before I left the company, and the prat could find someone else to worship him.
A hand grabbed my arm, and I looked down, startled as Karen stopped me for a minute.
“Be careful. That man is pure evil.” The Karen who spoke now was a scared shell of the woman who had spent weeks belittling me. This was a broken woman who held my arm with her trembling one. The bruise marring her once perfect cheek was evident despite the make-up which had been slathered on to try to conceal it. It was the expression in her eyes which spoke volumes, though. It was like the spark inside her had been extinguished, leaving a blank shell. She looked sad, fearful, and her whole demeanour was skittish. She reminded me of a rescue animal that had been kicked too many times, and jumped at the slightest movement.
I made a quick decision, not sure why I decided to change my mind about her, but patting her hand gently.
“Two against one, Karen, let the bastard try to intimidate us,” I said and grinned at her.
A hesitant smile tilted the corner of her mouth, her expression less fearful and I gestured for her to lead the way, following the cyborg upstairs.
Two hours later cyborg left, with Karen staying behind. The meeting had been exhausting, with me explaining in detail why I wasn’t rescinding my resignation, and why in four weeks’ time I would be leaving the company. I was professional and firm and didn’t let the cyborg’s intimidation tactics work. When flattery didn’t work, he tried bullying. When that failed he tried bribery. When that failed he sat back, shrugged, and told me there were a thousand little bitches who could do my job, and I was welcome to leave.