Kinktober Day 31
Hot Tub Sex + Writer's Choice (Free Use)
141 never took a bloody break. And when they did, it was usually spent lazing at home. Windows shut, smoke filling the dingy apartment. It was vile and you hated it. So after lots of begging, they had agreed to go on a beachside vacation with you.
It was stunning. A fancy bach right in the sand. A perfect view of the sunrise. Enough bedrooms for the lot of you, but the master was big enough for everyone to fit with out much hassle. You couldn't wait to settle down and relax in the sand. Letting the stress and tension of your work melt away. But you weren't given the chance to rest. The only reason they had agreed to spend money on an unnecessary holiday was if you would let them have full rein of your body for the trip.
As soon as you had dressed in lighter clothes for the warm weather Kyle was pushing you down onto the bed to take them right off again. Cursing softly in your ear as he slid into your hot cunt. You let it happen. You could go and sunbathe once he was finished.
But once you had cleaned yourself up Johnny was bending you over the kitchen counter. Instead of pulling your clothes off he tugged your shorts to the side. Eager to ruin your clothes after Kyle had been so careful to keep them clean.
He didn't even fuck you. Just rutting between your thighs, right against your clit. Grinding his cock into your panties until he covered the inner fabric with cum. Before fixing your shorts and sending you off with a pat on the ass. Cringing at the sticky feeling between your thighs. But it was fine. You had made it outside. You had a chance to relax finally.
The sun was deliciously warm. You watched the clouds drift by lazily through your sunglasses. No stress, no orders to follow. Just peace.
For all of five minutes. Then a hulking figure blocked out your gorgeous sun.
Squinting past the glare you frowned up at Simon. Kneeling above your head as he undid his belt.
"You're in my sun." You pouted. Rolling your eyes as he tugged his cock right above your face. Balls hanging heavy and nearly grazing your forehead.
"Open." He grunted. Tapping the tip against your lips until they parted and he could slide to the back of your throat. He stayed deep like that. Grinding his cock into your mouth. Prodding at your gag reflex with each deep roll of his hips. By the time he spilled down your throat there were tears streaking down your cheeks. Any sense of calm totally ruined when he left you coughing and spluttering on the sand.
So maybe agreeing to their terms for your dream vacation wasn't the best idea. You couldn't even enjoy the fancy hot tub without the whole team descending on you like vultures.
Price had you on his lap. Back to his chest so you were facing the rest of them while he used you like a fleshlight. The water making it easier for him to bounce you effortlessly on his cock. Spilling water over the edge every time he thrust up into you. Johnny was watching intently. His own movements rippling the water as he jerked off.
Your swimsuit was somewhere at the bottom of the tub. You could feel brush against your ankle as you were passed off to Kyle. The way he bent you over the edge of the tub meant the jet was shooting right at your clit. Immediately overstimulating you before you even had the chance to orgasm. He surely did it on purpose.
"Be quick Sergeant. I want to try that sloppy cunt too." Ghost hummed. Gripping your chin and turning your head so he could get a perfect view of your fucked out face. This was definitely better than their crummy flat. Maybe next time a lake lodge would be nice.
