The woman’s hand is forced out of your spasming, clenching hole, a gush of your juice spraying from your wide-open labia, exposing your visibly palpitating vaginal walls.
As you come down from your high, he’s still spurting, a testimony to the infusion he’s imbibed. No man has ever orgasmed longer than you, but here, with the enhancements, men often do. It’s the perfect place for a cumslut like you, you muse, as you slip out your tongue to caress his balls, coaxing them to relinquish every last drop.
The waiter, waist-deep in the pool, just looks on as the epic orgasms occur. I take the glasses from him, dropping your boobs. You sit up, wiggling your upper torso just to make the generous covering head down over them.
It’s certainly an unbelievable amount of hot sperm you’re wearing. More so, given the first few jets are already inside your stomach. I’ve seen older men shoot a hell of a lot from those cocktails. This Lucien must be in his mid-twenties. What he’s produced is shocking.
You blow the French girl a kiss and trace the side of your finger up through your cleavage, then suck it clean. “Oops… is this your man’s spunk?” You taunt her, “I bet I swallowed more than your petite pussy can hold. And yet, just look at how much he sprayed on me.”
“Bitch…” she throws back. But she’s tensing her thighs and the mattress pad is damp beneath her, suggesting she’s aroused.
“You can have it, if you’re happy with licking it off another woman, that is?” You tease, fingertips exploring the hot creamy ropes plastering you, challenging her to show you if she has a bi side.
She pounces, pushing you back and pinning you, slithering her tongue over your tits, feasting. Clearly, she doesn’t have any such qualms. She’s not strong enough, so you have the upper hand, rolling her over till you’re on top, running your dripping breasts over her slight frame, whilst your fingers explore her wet pussy.
She groans as you slide two digits into her. “Cute little pussy,” you giggle. “It’s not got much give in it though,” you tease.
“Can I give it a try?” I ask.
“Nope. You got some serious fucking coming up soon,” you insist. “But since I’ve got us a little fluffer to help out, she might allow you a dip in there, just between working on real sluts’ holes.
Lucien looks in, obviously keen to get a part in the forthcoming play his girlfriend is roped into. “Oh, and your man can join in. We’ve four hot men for two slutty women. I dare say there’s room for one more. But only on one condition…” you look the French girl in the eye and work your fingers in her hole, “… when he cums… he pumps it all deep into my cunt… with you kissing him as he does it!”
“Uuugh dirty slut!” She groans, but her body starts to tremble against yours. You plunge your fingers in and out.
“Or my slutty friend Aleesia’s. Her husband adores fucking her when she’s full of spunk. He’ll go crazy.”
“Uuugghhh… I come!” The French girl cries out and clenches on your fingers. You feel her turn extra wet as she shudders at your insistence.
You drive her through her orgasm, then casually withdraw your fingers to suck them both, and then take your cocktail from me. “Mmm, your cum tastes nice. What’s your name?”
“Marie-Claire,” she replies. You do our introductions.
“So, you two are up for being in on our forthcoming orgy?” I ask. They nod. Lucien’s drained cock is already rising again. “You two have time for another cocktail… you might need it.”
“I’ll fetch,” you say, “same as us?” Slipping off the podium, you wade off through the pool toward the bar. Looking back, you add “Marie-Claire… you can make a start by keeping the boys entertained… but no fucking… and definitely no spunking!”
Stepping out of the pool, you find Aleesia and Sanjeev at the bar, getting stuck into cocktails. Both are wearing very skimpy swimwear. Aleesia’s nipple piercings are clearly visible as her generous breasts are barely covered.
“Glad you made it. How did the rest of your morning go?” You chirp.
“Perfect.” Aleesia grins, kissing your cheek. “I swear my arse is still leaking cum… you know how hard Sanj shoots…” You nod enthusiastically. “Well, after you drained him, I made him order up some cocktails, whilst I popped down the shop in reception. We went to work with some dildos ranging from very slim to full size, using lots of oil…” She pauses a moment as you start undoing the ties on her bikini.
“Sorry, you’re both too overdressed,” you giggle, reaching another hand to tug down the front of Sanjeev’s briefs till his swelling cock is in your hand.
“… be our guest.” Aleesia smirks joining in with her fastenings. “Once Sanj pumped a nice thick realistic cock in my bum as he tongued me to a big orgasm, I went into doggy position, and he oiled himself up and slid in easily.”
“I took it very slowly;” Sanj continues, “she put a vibrator on her clit and came so hard her tighter tunnel nearly strangled the blood supply from surging in my cock!”
“Once I recovered, I told him to fuck me till he came. Otherwise, I’d only be used to having a cock inside,” Aleesia recounts, gathering her shed costume in one hand, and swigging the cocktail with the other.
Sanjeev finished the tale of their experience. “I took it steady. But she put the vibe on my balls and told me to ‘spunk up her arse deep, cos the next person to do so won’t be me’, well I instantly let go with all I had!”
“It was a lovely intimate moment, but also strange to feel his cum shooting so far into me. I’m not sure I could cum without my clit being stimulated as well, though.” Aleesia turns and bends over. She’s wearing a butt plug.
“Mmm… Slutty,” you compliment her flaunting.
You feel hands embrace you from behind.
“Keeping busy, I see!” It’s the European President of the Federation of Swingers Clubs, the host of this special hotel. Beside him is his round, curvaceous wife. Both are fully dressed.
“I thought I’d be seeing you more intimately before now. Going out?” You smile, kissing his cheek.
“We have a day up the jungle at the temple. We always make time for a bit of advanced training in the arts of pleasures of the flesh,” the President chuckles, “but you’re right, I do mean to look you up. There are some very spirited ladies here, but very few that can so readily accept me inside them!”
Aleesia raises an eyebrow and steps forward to introduce herself.
“Oh, you’re curious… but like he says, that’s best left to the expert sluts,” his wife, the self-styled Queen chimes.
“Really?” Aleesia pouts.
You giggle and you squirm your bare bum into the President’s groin. His embracing hands move to cup one of your boobs each.
You feel the President start to swell in his shorts where he’s pressed against the crease of your arse. “Mmm… I look forward to your monster cock filling me up… utterly stretching my hole.” Your dirty talk is designed to arouse him.
“That big huh?” Aleesia raises an eyebrow “Enough for your greedy cunt?”
“Mind if I show her…” You ask, writhing against him as he grips your nipples between thumb and forefinger and forcefully pulls. “…what I’ve got to look forward to?”
“Be my guest,” He purrs in your ear. “We have a 4×4 waiting outside, but a brief sample of you would be delightful.”
You slip to your knees and unbutton his shorts. He’s commando underneath. The biggest, thickest fuck muscle you’ve ever known is uncovered at half-mast. You reach for it, your fingers unable to circle half of its girth.
“Fuck!” Aleesia gasps. Sanjeev groans at the thought of it spreading his wife.
“It’s not fully erect yet!” You explain from your experience. “Lemme just lick it some, you’ll see then…” you dive in to lap your tongue over his big cricket ball-sized cock head, pausing to give Aleesia insight, though eyeing the President all the time.
“Imagine….” your tongue slithers round his dome, “… what it’s like in your cunt?” You flick your tongue on the underside. “…especially when he’s pumping in and out hard, swelling rigid as he gets close to shooting?”
“Mmmm,” the President gives you appreciation at your teasing.
“I had to get two men to double-fuck my cunt, both together, before I tried. Even then it was hard.” you spit on his cock head and use your fingers to wet his foreskin to glide smoother in your grasp. “Thankfully I’d had enough spunk in me that I was thoroughly lubricated.”
You turn to Aleesia. “Now you see it properly, in all its glory? See how it’s only for the most experienced sluts with the greediest, most flexible fuck holes?”
“I’d love to try!” Aleesia coos, transfixed.
“I’ve been practicing with the biggest of toys, only this morning…” you look up at the President, “…and I’m confident I can take you on easier this time. I wanna fuck you in every position, till your fat balls are empty!”
“Bring it on, cumslut!” He groans.
You spring to your feet, cock one leg round his waist and try to angle his cock underneath you. “Just a quickie then?” You pant with lust, your pussy juices dripping from you to wet his probing cock as you seek to line it up below. “Fuck me,” you breathe in his ear. “It’s what I deserve.”
“Oi! Stop that!” His wife barges in. “All in good time. Right now, we’ve places to go and people to see. You’ll get your turn when we’re ready.”
You dismount, pouting. “Well, enjoy your day. We’re off to fuck, just as soon as I find those two men that hang out together.”
“You never seen them with partners in tow?” The President asks.
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