“On your knees, my dear,” Greta ordered, motioning to the towel. “And let’s do our best not to stain my floor, all right?”
Grudgingly, the nude cheerleader did as she was told. She crossed one arm over her tits as Juan stood in front of her, the other hand down between her legs to shield her pussy.
“Move those hands,” Greta ordered. “We must give Juan something to look at while he performs his task.”
“But why should—”
“Don’t make me use the handcuffs again, young lady.”
Kelly let out a long, frustrated sigh as she dropped her hands to her sides. Now Juan had a clear view of her big tits and curly blonde pussy as he stood in front of her. With a gleam of lust in his eyes, the burly man tugged his zipper down and fished out his cock, which was already hard. Kelly tried not to look at it, but that was tough with the rigid member only a foot from her face. Kelly had given her fair share of handjobs and blowjobs, and she even let one of her boyfriends fuck her a few times, but those erotic encounters took place in dark bedrooms or the backseats of cars parked in dim, remote places. The cheerleader had never seen a cock this close up in full daylight before, and the thick brown member with its network of bulging veins made her shiver.
Juan began stroking it, his eyes roving over Kelly’s naked body. Then he glanced at the other girls, who were trying to cover their nakedness but still showing enough flesh to excite the middle-aged man. Juan pumped faster, his thick cock gripped in his fist. After a minute, Kelly closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to stare at the hairy set of balls jiggling right in front of her face. That didn’t bother Juan, though; he was more interested in the girl’s meaty tits than her pretty blue eyes anyway. As he stroked, he reached down and squeezed one of the pale breasts.
“Hey!” Kelly squealed, her eyes shooting open again. “He can’t do that!”
Greta gave a short, sharp order in Spanish and Juan pulled his hand back, but that brief feel of the girl’s soft flesh had been more than enough to bring him close to the edge. He pumped faster and faster, jerking his cock like mad, the pressure in his balls building up until he finally let out a cry as the first blast of cum shot out and landed like a thick, wet rope across Kelly’s face, stretching from her cheek to her chin and crossing her nose along the way. The second blast came right afterward, and since Kelly had just gasped in surprise, it splashed across her open lips with some of the gunk flying into her mouth. The girl coughed and sputtered, and as she turned her face to escape the next blast, it splattered against her cheek and dripped onto her neck. Groaning, Kelly ducked her head and started wiping the stuff away with her hands. Juan wasn’t finished, though, sending another thick stream of cum into the girl’s blonde hair.
“Ooooohhhh,” the waiter moaned, pumping slower and slower. A few more drops flew out, landing on Kelly’s creamy thighs, before the man was finally spent. He closed his eyes, a dreamy smile on his face, then he sighed as he tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up again. After collecting his tip from Greta, Juan murmured goodbye to the girls and left.
“Oh, my god,” Kelly mumbled. She had grabbed the towel from the floor and was wiping it furiously over her face, her breasts, her thighs, doing her best to scrub away the smell and feel of the strange man’s cum. But when she tried to scrub it out of her hair, she only succeeded in smearing it all throughout her golden locks. “Damn it, that is nasty,” she complained, grimacing as she gently touched her slick, greasy hair. “Can I please use your shower to wash this out?”
“No one leaves this room until the game is over, dear,” Greta replied. “I’m sure you can survive a few more minutes with semen in your hair.”
Kelly huffed and went back to the couch, sulking. She crossed her arms over her big tits and stared at the floor, her damp hair sticking up in all different directions. The other girls looked at her with no pity whatsoever, especially Becky. The skinny brunette actually enjoyed seeing the once-proud cheerleader sitting there naked with cum in her hair, such a total mess that the other stuck-up girls on the squad probably wouldn’t recognize her.
“Your turn, Becky,” Greta announced, snapping the girl out of her momentary reverie. Becky spun and got a three, meaning Sam would be her co-player.
“Oh, my,” Greta remarked as she scanned the next card. “These questions seem to be following a certain theme. But for this one, I’ll need more props.” All four girls groaned as she dug into her duffle bag again, wondering what evil item the woman would pull out next, but she only extracted a manila folder filled with a thin stack of glossy 8X10 photos. Greta leafed through the pictures, selecting two of them, then held them up for the girls to see, one in each hand. Both photos showed a smiling Mexican man from the waist up. The pictures could have been professional headshots, but the girls could tell from the way the men were dressed that these weren’t actors or singers, they were just more employees from the hotel. Other than the fact that both men worked at the resort, though, they didn’t have a single thing in common. The photo in Greta’s left hand showed a handsome young man in his early twenties with thick hair and a perfect smile. Muscles stood out prominently beneath his waiter’s shirt, which was halfway unbuttoned to reveal a tanned, hairy chest. The man in the right-hand photo, however, was middle-aged and mostly bald. He had bulging eyes, a large nose, sagging cheeks, and instead of muscles, nothing but a huge belly showing beneath his shirt.
“Here is your question, Becky,” Greta began. “Would you rather give a blowjob to this man”—she held up the photo of the handsome young waiter—“or have Sam give a blowjob to this man?” Now she raised the picture of the ugly middle-aged waiter.
A cold shiver dashed down Sam’s spine. She turned to look at her friend, but Becky was staring at the floor. “I want Sam to do it,” the brunette said softly.
The athlete’s jaw dropped. “Becky! You owe me, remember? I already let that other waiter grope my tits!”
“You know I’ve never been with a boy like that! I haven’t—I’ve never done anything!”
“And you think—” Sam began, but then she snapped her mouth shut and shook her head. Even though she and Becky were good friends, they hardly ever talked about boys or sex. Becky knew Sam was still a virgin, but she thought her friend was just saving herself for someone special. Sam had never admitted that she had only kissed two boys in her life, and that the thought of doing anything more serious with a boy made her feel ill. And she had definitely never talked about the weird feelings she got around other girls, especially when they were all showering or changing clothes in the school locker room. “And you think this’ll be easy for me?” she hissed.
“It’ll be easier for you than it would be for me. Besides,” Becky added with a shrug. “At least you’ll still be a virgin.”
“And at least your guy was handsome! The other guy…” Sam choked out an ugly laugh, shaking her head again. “I can’t believe you. I thought we were friends.”
“I don’t have a choice!” Becky whined. “Sam, I can’t! I just…I can’t, you know that!”
Greta had been on the phone again while the girls argued, but the call was now finished. “How exciting,” she murmured, studying Sam. “This will be a real treat for Pedro. I don’t believe the man dates much.”
And when the waiter appeared at the door moments later, the girls could see why. Pedro waddled inside, his big belly preceding him, then he ran a hand over the stubble on his jaw when he saw the naked teens lined up on the sofa. He peered at each one in turn, trying to catch a glimpse of a nipple or a tuft of pubic hair from beneath the arms the girls had wrapped around themselves like shields. The girls all burned with shame, and Pedro chuckled as he turned to Greta for instructions. The woman fired them off in rapid Spanish again, pointing first to Sam and then to the spot in front of her chair where Kelly had been kneeling minutes earlier. Pedro chuckled again as he undid his pants, then he pushed them to his ankles along with his underwear. Beneath the sagging belly
hung a cock even bigger than Juan’s, thick and veined, which was already semi-erect.
All the girls stared, but the look on Sam’s face was one of pure horror. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this, she thought, repulsed by the fat, naked man in front of her.
“Over here, dear,” Greta said, pointing at the floor. When Sam didn’t move, Greta added, “Remember what your options are. I can either show this video to your parents, teachers, and coaches, who will have plenty of time to watch it over and over while you and your friends are stuck here in Mexico without passports…or you can all leave here in just a few minutes with five hundred dollars in your hands. If you ask me, the choice is obvious.”
Sam rose nervously, lowering her arms because she knew Greta would make her do it eventually. Pedro scanned the girl’s nude, athletic body up and down, his eyes devouring her firm tits, her flat stomach, those long, shapely legs with the neatly-trimmed brown bush between them. He had never married, and couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman. His cock grew instantly stiff as he imagined what was about to happen.
Moving slowly, Sam kneeled down where she was supposed to. That rigid cock was now inches from her mouth, taunting her. Just close your mind, she thought. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about anything. Pretend you’re not even here. Just—
But before she was done preparing herself, Pedro had already jammed the head of his cock between the girl’s slack lips. Sam grimaced; it was spongy, like a sausage, but the taste was bitter and sweaty. She groaned, trying to pull away, but Pedro gripped the base of her ponytail and thrust deeper, pushing another three inches of cock inside the girl’s warm, wet mouth. Fresh tears sprang up in Sam’s eyes. The thing was filling her mouth now, and she could barely breathe. Pedro started bucking his hips, holding her ponytail like a handle. His cock was so big and her mouth was so small that only half of it would fit inside, but that seemed to be more than enough for the burly waiter.
Pedro moaned as he fucked Sam’s mouth, his big belly smacking her forehead with every stroke. The girl had no skills at all, like she’d never even been with a man before, but the waiter didn’t care. All she had to do was keep that soft, warm mouth open for him and he’d do all the work. He thrust faster and faster, causing Sam to gag as his cockhead hit the back of her throat. The girl was moving her tongue like she was trying to spit the foul thing out, but that only increased Pedro’s pleasure. He stared down at the star athlete, palms gripping her tanned thighs as she struggled to keep her balance while the waiter assaulted her mouth. She looked young, and gorgeous, and absolutely miserable.
After years of dealing with rich American tourists and their never-ending demands, Pedro couldn’t believe one of them was now on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth. His balls began to tingle, the sensation spreading down his thighs and into his belly. He gripped Sam’s ponytail tighter, thrusting so hard now that the girl’s head shot backward each time he bucked his hips. The pleasure built and built inside him, growing, swirling, until he cried out as the first jets of cum erupted from him.
Sam squealed and tried to pull away, but Pedro still had a tight grip on her ponytail. The thick, gooey stuff piled up on her tongue as Pedro’s cock squirted over and over, unleashing a torrent of semen like he hadn’t produced since he was a teenager. Sam would rather die than swallow it, but the vile junk was filling up her mouth—which was still crammed full of Pedro’s cock to boot. She grabbed the man’s bare thighs and finally managed to pull away, globs of sperm exploding from her mouth as she coughed and sputtered. Pedro wasn’t done, though, his cock spurting once more onto the girl’s cheek as she turned her head and retched. Then the big man let out a sigh and his cock finally began to soften as Sam lay huddled on the floor, cum dripping from her mouth and down her face.
Oh my god…oh my god…she thought, It tastes like bleach and raw oysters. She coughed and hacked, eyes closed, her face pressed to the soft carpet. By the time she opened her eyes again, Pedro was already gone and Greta was staring down at her with a frown on her face.
“I did ask you to mind the floors, didn’t I? Oh, well. The maids will certainly earn their tip once the game is over.”
Sam sat up and wiped her mouth. Claire and Kelly were staring at her with horror, but Becky’s eyes were on her own lap. Sam rose on shaky legs and stumbled naked to the small bar in the corner, rinsing her mouth and face with water from the sink. When she returned to the sofa, her face was a hard mask. Becky touched her on the arm and started to say something, but Sam shook her head and the thin brunette clamped her mouth shut again.
Greta said, “I hope you’ve recovered from your experience, dear, because it’s your turn to spin.”
Sam gave the spinner an angry flick, but her eyes lit up when it landed on two. Her co-player would be Becky. Both girls sat as still as statues while Greta read the next card.
“Okay, Sam. Would you rather be fucked by a stranger, or let Becky be ass-fucked by a stranger?”
Becky looked like she’d been jabbed with a cattle prod. Her eyes and mouth shot open and she leaped off the sofa, frantically searching for her bathing suit. “No! I don’t care what you do to me! I’m leaving, right now!”
“Sit down,” Sam ordered.
“Are you crazy?” Becky wailed. “This is insane! There’s no way, there is no…fucking…way!”
Kelly chuckled. “Damn, girl, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear! I didn’t think you knew how!”
“Please settle down, dear,” Greta said.
“Settle down? Settle down? No! I won’t, I won’t!”
Sam grabbed the girl’s wrist and squeezed. “We are almost done,” she said, the words coming out hard and slow. “In a few minutes, this stupid game will be over and we can all leave with five hundred dollars in our hands. I won’t let you ruin it for all of us. Not after what we’ve been through.”
“But you didn’t—Sam, for god’s sake, you didn’t have to let a man put it there!”
“Remember what you told me? At least you’ll still be a virgin.”
Becky’s lip quivered as she looked from one girl to the next, but she didn’t find an ounce of sympathy on any of their faces.
“Drink this,” Sam ordered, thrusting a fresh glass of champagne into the girl’s hand. Becky gave her friend one last pleading glance then swallowed it all in one gulp, swaying on her feet as she tried to set the empty glass down. Sam tugged on the girl’s wrist and pulled her back down on the sofa, where Becky sat with a blank stare on her face.
“Your official answer, please, “Greta said.
“I want Becky to do it,” Sam replied.
Greta made her usual call, and soon another waiter entered the room. This one was far younger than Juan or Pedro, probably no more than 18 himself. He was of average height, average weight, neither handsome nor ugly, the type of boy no one would remember after he left a room. He barely flinched when he saw the four naked girls on the sofa, as if he’d seen this scenario a dozen times before. After Greta gave him his instructions, the young man began to undress.
“Roberto is the resort’s newest bellboy, and he’s also one of my favorites,” Greta explained. “I think you’ll soon understand why.”
Once Roberto stood naked, the reason for Greta’s fondness became obvious. While the rest of the young man’s body was unremarkable, his cock was long and slim with a massive set of balls hanging beneath it.
“I’d like you down on all fours, dear,” Greta told Becky. “Right here in front of me, if you please.”
“I don’t…” Becky mumbled to Sam. “I mean, I don’t think I can…”
“Just do what I did. Close your eyes and try not to think about it.”
“Stop stalling, Becky,” Kelly said.
“Go on, get it over with,” Claire added.
Becky finally pried herself off the sofa and did what she was told, crossing the room with slow, careful steps like a soldier in a mine field
. She brushed past Roberto, afraid to even look the man in the face, then kneeled down in front of Greta’s chair.
“Please, Miss Steele,” she begged. “Can’t I—”
“I said all fours, dear. You really must learn to follow orders.”
Sobbing, Becky did as she was told. Greta handed Roberto the same tube of lubricant she had used on the butt plug earlier, and the bellboy slathered it onto his cock, which grew hard in the process. It wasn’t as thick as Juan’s or Pedro’s, but it was longer, like a spear, and the young man’s balls looked impossibly large in comparison. Once his cock was sufficiently lubed, he leaned over and touched Becky’s ass. The girl flinched when his hand brushed her skin, then she gasped as he wriggled a greasy finger into her asshole, twirling it from side to side.
“Ouch!” the girl squealed. “Ow, ow, ow! No! Wait! I…” Becky grimaced as Roberto pulled his finger back out, then she spun to look over her shoulder. “Wait, did you…I mean, is that it? Is it over?”
Kelly chuckled. “Oh, man. You really don’t know anything about sex, do you?”
Greta added, “No, my dear, Roberto was just setting the table, so to speak. The main course hasn’t been served yet.”
Becky gulped and turned away again, her fingers clutching nervously at the carpet. Her small tits hung down, the pink nipples hard as rocks. Having a finger up her butt had been uncomfortable, but the pain wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Maybe if he—
“Owwww!” she cried as the bellboy worked the head of his cock into her asshole. It was much bigger than his finger, and her tender flesh burned as he struggled to get the first inch inside. Roberto made a comment to Greta about the tight fit, but she reassured him with a pat on the shoulder then told Becky, “The first few seconds are the worst, my dear. The pain becomes tolerable after things loosen up a bit.”
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