Cabana Girl Confessions [FMF]

Eight weeks ago, I took the job of cabana girl at a members only sex club in a mansion outside of Miami. I found that I get tips when I part my hair down the middle and tie it off into two pigtails of champagne blonde reminiscent of a little girl’s pigtails. Raspberry glossed lips. Legs that go on forever in clear Lucite heels. Men love it.

In a bright pink bikini, my behind covered with a sheer floral sarong wrapped around my waist, I went about my afternoon outside on my assigned pool duty. Such an easy job. Provide drink service, make sure fresh towels are stacked on a table beside the pool, and collect trash and used glasses. On occasion, rub sun tan oil on a back which I did with a soothing massage.

At the pool bar, I popped open a beer and poured Dixon’s sangria into a glass before setting the drinks on my tray to walk over to married members Calvin and Mimi. Calvin was older big guy with grey sprinkled in his wavy black hair, but his body was still in great shape. His wife Mimi seemed years younger. A pretty, petite brunette woman, I imagined she was his secretary before he left his wife for her. She laid topless on the chaise lounge. Her breasts still stood in perfect mounds topped with caramel peaks. Her bikini bottom was a tiny triangle held by string. Why was she even wearing one? I set their drinks on the table between them. She turned her head to me.

“Thank you,” she said, with a thick Texas accent.

Calvin seemed to have nodded off behind his dark lens glasses.

She sat up.

“Jessie, right?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“My husband watches you when you walk by. You make him hard.”

My cheeks flushed. I looked over at him. I honestly couldn’t tell if he was asleep, awake or ignoring us behind the reflective lenses of his aviator sunglasses. Either way, he didn’t respond.

Mimi continued. “I was wondering if you could join us in our bed tonight.”

“I’m sorry. No.”

I busily picked up their used glasses and napkins.

She said, “I’ll give you five hundred dollars.”

“I’m sorry. It’s against the club’s policy for employees to have encounters with guests.”

“One thousand dollars for a little time in bed with us.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Two thousand dollars.”

I hate to admit that I have a price. No one had ever reached it before. She had my attention.

I asked, “What?”

“Two thousand dollars for a bit of your time.”

She stood up. Her petite hourglass frame much shorter than mine. She hooked her arm in mine to propel me in a slow saunter to the bar.

In a lowered her voice, she said, “My husband has a hard time, well, getting it up. He can’t take the erection pills because of his heart. That’s why we come here for big daddy can get aroused. You turn him on. He got hard talking about you last night. You make him hard and then I can get some of his lovin’. And I want to have his baby. Say you’ll spend a little time with us tonight.”

“I can lose my job.”

“We’ve been members for years. We know this place inside and out. I promise, you won’t get caught. If you do get caught, I promise we’ll…we’ll pay your bills for a month; rent, phone, everything.”

I set my tray down at the empty bar, turned to Mimi and said, “I’ll meet you in your room at ten.”

Night had fallen. My shift was over. Most of the members were in the mansion but Calvin and Mimi were waiting for me in the room in the guest house. I crept up the stairs and to the second room where I knocked on the door. Mimi opened it. She looked hot in black lace lingerie.

“Hi,” I said, as I entered.

Mimi closed the door behind me. Calvin laid on the bed in his underwear. He looked even larger than he did on the chaise lounge. The barrel of a guy at six three laid there shirtless in a pair of sweatpants.

I asked, “Are you guys cops?”

Mimi said, “No, darlin’.”

Still thinking this all one big trick, I said, “If you guys are the cops, I want you to know that the club doesn’t know what I’m doing and if they did, I’d be fired.”

Mimi’s eyebrows flew up in surprise.

She said, “We know this place isn’t a whorehouse. And we don’t think you’re a whore. You’re just a young woman trying to make it out here in this big, bad world. I understand, sugar. I was once young once too. Let us help you.”

She turned to the dresser, picked up a small stack of money, and counted out twenty one hundred dollar bills. Calvin never said a word as he watched his sexy little minx of a wife count money for the out of work model. Maybe that’s what turns him on. I shoved the money in my purse before returning my gaze to her. Her soft brown eyes gazed at me as they were in a trance. She slowly stepped up to me. She pulled my tight white polo shirt over my head and tossed it aside before unhooking my bra. I could feel her warmth, smell her white lily perfume and my skin shivered under her gentle touch. My heart began to beat harder. Her hands left my quaking shoulder. I was embarrassed at my naiveté. God what am I doing?

I whispered, “I’ve never done this before.”

She replied, “Don’t be nervous.”

She took my hand and led me to the bed where we both climbed upon it to join Calvin.

Mimi kindly said, “Take off his pants.”

I crawled up over him. He reached up and caressed my chin before taking away his hand. With my chin hovering over his crotch, I tugged down the sweatpants. He lifted his ass for me to yank them down over his sparsely haired thighs. When I set them aside, Mimi took my head by my hair. She gently dragged my face up to hover over his fat flaccid cock.

She said, “Now suck his cock, little girl. Suck it.”

I stuffed his soft flesh into my mouth, gobbling it with enthusiasm. It began to expand over my tongue. I slurped away as he laid back on the pillow, staring down his chest to watch me.

“That’s a good girl,” she purred.

Her hand stroked my hair as his dick grew in my mouth. It thickened as it lengthened and I began to gag on his full erection. It was thick and hard when I let it fall out of my mouth. I moved aside as Mimi mounted him. I held his dick for her tight little body to slide down upon it and she moaned as she inched her way down him.

“Come here, baby,” he said to me. “Swing that pretty little pussy over big daddy’ face.”

Without hesitation, I got kind of wet as I straddled his face. His hands gripped my skin where my ass meets my thighs and they dug in to guide my sex upon his face. His tongue poked up into me. I ran my hands over his broad chest and down to his groin, leaning forward as his tongue prodded and probed my inner folds. Mimi and I were face to face as she humped her husband. Her face was orgasmic as she rode him. She reached out for me and I leaned forward for our lips to meet. She kissed me, and then again, and I opened my mouth to taste her velvety tongue. I was fully aroused now, sloppy wet from Calvin’s tongue mixing with my own juices. My hand grasped the base of his hard wet stalk. Mimi bounced up and down onto my fist holding his long dick as I jacked him off inside his wife. His hips began to press upward.

A muffled “fuck” railed against my pussy before he roared as he came. His bellowing vibrated my pussy and I matched his climax with my own little orgasm. I wiggled my sex over his mouth, aching for a cock. I watched his cum oozed from Mimi and down Calvin’s glistening hard shaft on my hand before I released him. He commenced to lick me again, much, much slower. His hums of satisfaction vibrated my sensitive clit and an orgasm threatened to tear through my pussy again. Mimi opened her eyes.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

She kissed me with her pillowy lips. Her eyes were so serene. I got off her husband’s face. He had a satisfied look on his wet face as his wife leaned down to kiss his glazed lips. I laid on the bed beside them, listening and watching as they continued their lovemaking. They didn’t include me except to grope my tits every now and then. And when they were done, completely spent, I quickly dressed, picked up my purse and left their room.

With my bottom still wet from illicit sex, I turned the ignition and drove home.

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