Holly’s pale skin was burning as she wandered up the road. She was exhausted after a night of listening to Kay’s fake moans as she rode a poor man’s Tom Cruise.
Some people would do anything to win a competition.
That was the Who Can Shag The Most Boys competition whilst they holidayed in Greece. Whoever won got their last night paid for. Holly was in last place with zero guys because she refused to sleep with any of the coked up, sweaty Bieber wannabes that roamed the strip.
A car that looked like a taxi squeaked to a standstill ahead of her. A tanned man popped his head out of the window and waved at her.
“Need a ride?”
Holly was ginger and she’d be as pink as candy floss if she didn’t get shade soon. She stopped by his window and he smiled at her with white teeth. He must have been in his late thirties but he was in-shape for a driver.
“Can you take me to the town?”
“Of course!” he said with enthusiasm, gesturing to the passenger door.
Holly walked around the front of the car and climbed in beside him, relieved as the cool air-con began to blow over her face. The interior smelled strongly of aftershave and cigarette smoke.
“Hot day,” he said as he accelerated.
“Too hot.”
“Yeah, too hot for you white girls,” he grinned. “Especially you… uh, you…”
Holly watched as he pointed at her hair. “Gingers?”
He laughed. “Yes.”
She rolled her eyes, but his enthusiasm was endearing. The driver babbled on for most of the ride, telling her about how his wife wanted him to get a new job and how he’d always wanted to visit England. Holly nodded along in all the right places as she watched the blue sea disappear behind a hill. Before long they were pulling in to a small parking area outside of a lonely building.
“Uh, where are we?” she asked as she looked out the window at the faded sign.
“My brother’s shop,” he grinned.
“But I asked you to take me to town.”
“Yes, yes. I will, it’s just up there,” he pointed. “But my brother sells lots of gifts and he struggles as he can’t afford a shop in town. Want to take a look?”
One of the windows was boarded up and there were tiles missing from the roof. Holly examined the building and weighed up her odds. “Sure,” she decided. She’d need a bargain to afford the last night if Anya won the competition.
The driver looked ecstatic as he hopped out of his seat and ran around the car to chivalrously open her door. She followed him across the car park, and then into the shop. Holly had to stop herself from coughing as a thick cloud of incense overwhelmed her. The lights were dim and she could barely see the ornaments that lined the walls but she could instantly tell it was all tat. Somewhere further in there were voices.
“Brother?” the driver called out.
The voices stopped and a man appeared from another room. His face was similar to the driver’s but he was of a bigger build. Whilst the shop was quiet he clearly spent his time working out.
“I bring you a customer,” the driver grinned.
His brother looked Holly up and down and his eyes sparkled. He turned to his brother and they began talking in their native language. Then he beckoned for Holly to follow him.
She was led into a larger room were there was a sofa and various chairs positioned around a table. Not much in the room looked to be for sale, but the man was insistent that she take a seat. Two of the chairs were occupied by other men, so Holly perched herself on the edge of the sofa. The driver spoke to the two men and quickly they pulled out their phones and began to make some calls.
“Lemonade?” the brother asked.
Holly nodded.
He left the room and she sat awkwardly with the others. The two men on their phones didn’t seem like they were related to the brothers: one was a short and the other was tall, but they were both skinny and not much older than Holly. All of them were better looking than any of the boys she’d seen on the strip.
The brother returned and placed a chilled, unopened can in her hand.
“You like my shop?”
She nodded as she sipped her drink.
“I have plenty to offer. What you need?”
“Um,” Holly shrugged.
“I think she needs a massage,” the driver said. He walked around the couch and stood behind her.
“Oh, that’s okay,” Holly started, but his hands were already on her shoulders. She would have protested, but he actually knew what he was doing.
“How come you’re lonely? No friends?”
“They’re sleeping,” she smiled. Her eyes felt heavy as thumbs worked at her knots.
“Ah, party party!”
She nodded.
“Nookie nookie?”
She laughed and nodded again.
“Mmm,” he winked at her and then moved to the sofa and sat beside her. “But have you had any Greek nookie?”
Holly felt herself blushing.
The brother rubbed her thigh whilst his other hand squeezed his shorts. She looked down and gasped at the outline in his hand.
“We’re like twins,” the driver said cheekily behind her.
The other boys were watching now. The brother said something to them with a wave of his hand, and very quickly they both pulled their shorts down. Holly sat, mouth wide, as the two boys waved thick, seven inch cocks tauntingly at her.
“So,” the brother grinned. “Is there anything you need?”
Holly bit her lip. These men were her type. She looked the brother in the eyes and hoped he could see the lust in hers.
It must have worked, because he quickly grabbed her hand and placed it over his shorts. She closed her fingers around the thick shaft of his cock.
“Good girl.”
Instinctively, Holly pulled back the elastic of his shorts and slipped her hand underneath. His cock was hot in her hand and she could feel the veins throbbing as it strained in her grip. She began to move her wrist gently, watching his face as she rolled a thumb over the slick tip. His eyes never left hers and there was something about that that gave her goosebumps. He looked so full of desire.
She was only distracted by something heavy slapping her cheek. She turned, realising the driver’s massage had stopped, and found another thick cock resting on her shoulder. They really were brothers. Holly gave it a small lick, and the driver saw his opportunity and pushed his cock towards her face. Holly parted her lips and allowed him to slide his shaft between them.
“Aren’t you married?” she asked.
“Fuck her,” he said as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her tongue. “Too many pretty girls here.”
As she sat with one cock thrusting against her face and another thrusting into her hand, Holly began to wonder how many girls had come here before her.
Suddenly the driver began to shout at the boys, and immediately one of them dropped to his knees. He crawled across the floor so he was between Holly’s legs and tugged at her shorts. She lifted herself and allowed them to fall to the ground, only realising then how hot her pussy had become. The bikini bottoms she wore were pulled to the side as the boy began to play with her with his fingers and his tongue.
The driver and his brother pulled away. Holly felt hands on her vest and she was just about to raise her arms when there was a sharp tug and the sound of fabric ripping. She looked down at her bare breasts as tanned hands began to squeeze them.
“Are you a good girl?” the driver asked as his brother sucked her nipples.
Holly was, and so she nodded. The driver stood on the sofa beside her and guided her face towards his cock. The other boy took his place behind her and forced her hand around his shaft.
“Suck this then.”
Holly obeyed, and that was the point she became a tool for these men to use. It began with the driver and his brother standing either side of her and sharing her mouth. Their cocks were so thick that Holly couldn’t help but to drool, and this only seemed to encourage them. She was soon guided onto her knees on the floor whilst one man pulled the coffee table away. Her pussy was forgotten as the four of them surrounded her, huddled with their throbbing cocks pointed at her face. With a cock in each hand and one in her mouth, Holly did her best to juggle each one. The men were impatient though, and they quickly began to fight for her attention, pulling her by the ponytail off one cock and onto their own. There was no opportunity for Holly to speak and barely a moment for her to breathe as they thrusted in and out of her open mouth.
She didn’t know how long it had been, but soon there were voices from elsewhere in the building. Holly expected one of the men to leave and deal with the customers, but when three more men entered the room she realised what the phone calls had been about: back up. The two groups shared excited babbles and there was a bout of laughter, then the key was turned in the door and the three new comers began to strip.
The brothers and the boys had looked like average civilians, but these new men looked rougher. One was burlier than the shop’s owner, his muscles straining against the fabric of his shirt. Another was covered nearly head to toe in tattoos and when he smiled there was a tooth missing. The final man was older than the others, his silver beard and hair only intensifying his steely glare.
There was a switch as the four original men pulled away and allowed the others in. Holly was presented with an array of cocks; one was as thick as a can but short, another was as long as her forearm and thin, and the other was average sized with an intense downward curve. Holly had no idea which cock belonged to which man, and she didn’t get chance to check before her mouth was filled again. One thing was certain: these men liked to play rough. At times Holly’s mouth was stretched by two cocks and all she could do was gasp as they both fought to hit the back of her throat.
Hands began to feel the rest of her body and Holly was pushed onto all fours. The bikini bottoms that had become stuck to her soaked pussy were peeled away and warm fingers began to probe her. Three slid inside and began to fuck her gently, and Holly couldn’t tell if they belonged to the same man or three. She moaned on the cocks in her mouth as her clit was rubbed. She was already high on the wave of lust and she was about to come crashing down.
The finger fucking became more vigorous as she squirmed from the power of her first orgasm.
Holly wasn’t given a chance to recover before the first thick cock was buried inside of her. The group of men started to chant at each other with enthusiasm and she could tell they were encouraging each other to use her. They were like a pack of predators. Whatever was said seemed to work because the man fucking her began to slam into her with such force that she began to gag on the cock in her mouth. She wanted to pull away as the moans began to rise through her body but hands grabbed her head and forced it down. She was instead forced to splutter on the shaft of the tattooed man’s cock.
There was time for each man to take his turn, and they began to circle Holly like they were on a production line. A cock would pull out, another would slide in, and all the while there were one or two in her mouth. Her pussy was stretched, and then her stomach felt like it was filled, and then there was one who continued to hit a particular spot that made her knees weak.
She heard the shop owner shouting orders and then felt a tongue flicking against her clit. When she looked down she saw one of the boys who was alternating between sucking her pussy and the balls of the man fucking her.
Several orgasms later the men slowed and there was movement behind her. Holly was grabbed and pulled to the coffee table where she was laid across the body of the biggest man. With her back against his chest he began to squeeze her tits as one of the boys guided his cock into her pussy. He was strangely still as he lay deep inside of her, but then she saw the tattooed man approach. With the longest cock, he lined himself up between the other man’s legs and began to push.
Holly gasped. He slid the tip in and she felt her hole stretch like it never had before. It was a little uncomfortable at first the way the two cocks filled her, but as he began to thrust she couldn’t deny the pleasure. Each cock hit a different spot in her body and with her mouth empty she was able to show them how good it felt.
The tattooed man grabbed her throat and grinned at her as he squeezed, and Holly grinned back as her face reddened and the air left her. She couldn’t moan and she couldn’t beg, and he didn’t care.
At the last second he let go and pulled out of her, swapping with the taxi driver. They continued like this, switching between the next man in the queue as they encouraged each other in words she didn’t know. The way she was pounded, the way her throat was squeezed and her nipples were bitten and her hair pulled, Holly assumed they were daring each other to go harder.
Holly wanted to thank them.
Once the tattooed man reappeared she expected to be moved, but he slid himself back in, though not as deep as before.
Then the older man appeared. He climbed onto the coffee table above her and crouched so his cock was lined up with her pussy.
The other four men gathered around her. One of the boys was stroking himself slowly whilst the other stroked the driver and his brother.
The older man began to push into her. Holly expected discomfort, but she must have been so wet and so stretched that he slid in and after a few thrusts was balls deep.
A finger pulled her jaw down and he spat into her mouth. There a few words said, and when Holly didn’t answer she was given a slap. Whoever these three men were, they knew how to fuck.
The old guy and the tattooed one alternated their thrusts like pistons moving inside of her, all whilst the big guy laid with his chunky cock wedged in her. Holly lay on top of him with her mouth gaped and her eyes rolling as she was used.
Too soon there were some grunts and Holly felt one of the cocks push as far into her as it could get. The first wave of hot cum began to fill her, and this seemed to set the other two guys off. Each one began to twitch and moan as they flooded her pussy with their loads. She was so full that it began to drip down to her ass.
The two men on top pulled away whilst the big guy held her tight. The boys were next and neither lasted long before their faces scrunched up as they pumped a load into her. The shop owner followed, and he spent some time enjoying her before squirting the biggest load she’d ever felt into her pussy.
Finally it was the drivers turn. He mounted her and began to fuck frenziedly, hard enough to draw one last aching orgasm from her. As he stared into her eyes she grinned at him.
“Would your wife ever do this?”
He smiled as the orgasm hit him. His body buckled and he crushed her with his weight as his balls emptied deep inside of her.
When finally he pulled away the guys gathered around her, jerking themselves hard again. The big guy’s cock had acted like a plug, and as one of the boys pulled it out the cum came pouring, much to the delight of the crowd.
Some people really will do anything to win a competition, Holly thought as she lay breathlessly waiting for round two.
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