Holiday hook-up [FM]

Group holidays are my worst nightmare.

First off, you’re forced to socialise with them starting from flight check-in to baggage claim coming back. I love my friends, but that is way too much time to spend together. Secondly, you have to stay in the same hotel as them, or worse, the same house. Lastly, there’s always group activities and an itinerary to stick to, which I don’t mind for a day or two, but I love having time on my own to explore a new place and get into some trouble.

One of these trips, however, landed me in more trouble than I could ever get into alone.

The eight of us had gone away to celebrate Liam and David’s engagement. I sprung for a suite far from the rest of the group, hoping to enjoy some peace and quiet. The first two days were a blur of sailing, diving, and partying, but on the third night I tapped out early. I’d slipped my number to our gorgeous diving instructor earlier that day and was hoping to have some fun. I had just sent him some suggestive photos of my tan lines, and was settling into my glorious jacuzzi when the doorbell rang. Hastily wrapping a robe around myself, I opened the door to find Josh, who launched into a rant about a fight he’d gotten into with Hannah.

(He and Hannah were friends with benefits and she’d wanted to get even closer with him on this trip. As much as the rest of us loved the two of them, we weren’t crazy about the two of them together. Neither was Josh, and he handled her emotional confession with as much grace as a newborn elephant.)

The fight was momentarily forgotten when he spotted the jacuzzi. He rushed to the tub, pulling off his t-shirt. “Hey now, I didn’t say I would share.” Josh grumbled, walking off to the bathroom, and I climbed back into the soothing hot bubbles. Yeah I should’ve put a swimsuit on but you know what? Nothing and no one can get in the way of me being butt naked, sipping on a cold glass of wine, getting my back massaged by hydro jets. My peace was disrupted less than five minutes later when Josh decided to slide into the bath. There is absolutely no gracious way of getting into a hot tub.

“Dude, fuck off,” I glared at him as he relaxed into the tub and let out a sigh of pleasure. “I’m naked right now.” Josh leaned back and shut his eyes, “Mate it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

We sat in silence for a while, or as much silence we were afforded over the loud bubbling. “I feel a bit better now, this is just what the doctor ordered,” He glanced sideways at me “Although you could put a swimsuit on or something, I’m not blind you know” I laughed, and repeated his words back at him “Nothing you’ve not seen before right? And besides, all this,” I gave a little underwater shimmy “is for that hot diving instructor” Josh smirked and slid closer. I was suddenly very aware of how naked I was and how close we were sitting. Josh was, and still is, a good looking guy. If you want an image, he sort of resembles Chris Hemsworth as Thor, if Thor was a lanky surfer dude whose hammer was an euphemism for his dick “Really, that guy?”

“Yes, really. I invited him over and was hoping to hear back from him before you rudely barged in” I replied defiantly, wiping any stray thoughts I had of Josh out of my head. That didn’t work though, because he closed the remaining distance between us and put his hand on my leg. “Well I’m terribly sorry to get in the way of that, but he wouldn’t be able to handle you anyways.” His hand was sliding up slowly “What, and you can?” I slapped his hand away and reached over to grab my drink, but then he took the opportunity to grab my ass and squeeze. “You know I can” I took a big gulp of wine and leaned in to whisper “Remind me.”

Josh lowered the strength of the jets and stood up. I could see his cock clinging to the wet fabric of his board shorts, a thick piece of meat I’d spent many nights servicing when I first met him. I had a feeling I was about to do that again, but he bent me over instead, ordering me to stay knelt on the seat. I heard him spit and felt him teasing his cock against the opening of my pussy. His other hand gripped my hip and I instinctively arched my back. Just when I thought he was going to split my lips apart and slide into me though, he stopped.

“You know you’re nothing but a whore right?” Oh, he wanted to tease huh? He wanted to talk dirty? I was in no mood for games, but I complied, like the submissive whore I am for a man who knows how to take control. “Yes sir. I’m just a pretty little set of holes for you to use. Please fuck me,” I looked back at him with his hard cock in one hand and winked. “She could never please you the way I do, sir. Please let me feel you inside me — oh FUCK” Water is an awful lube, and Josh had shoved his cock into me hard. I was tighter than usual, and it felt like he was trying to split me in half with the ferocity of which he was pumping into me. I could see us in the reflection of the balcony: me face down ass up while his hands spread my cheeks. “This pussy is mine for the rest of this trip, you hear me slut? I’m gonna fuck you better than that hippie diver you were gonna give this worthless cunt to,” Josh pulled my hair, forcing me to arch even more as he continued his relentless thrusts into my now soaking wet pussy. “He wouldn’t make you cream like this” I was practically screaming at this point, and he fish hooked me with a finger coated in my own cream, forcing me to taste myself. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wondered, Damn, how is he holding my hair, hooking my mouth, and fucking me like this all while standing in a jacuzzi? But I was too busy tasting my cream and getting pounded to let that thought go anywhere. I could feel him hitting my g-spot, and I wanted so badly to cum, but just as abruptly as he had started fucking me, he pulled out.

“Get inside. Actually, you should crawl inside.” He growled. I had never moved so fast, clambering out of the tub and getting on my hands and knees, still dripping wet everywhere, to crawl inside. “I fucking love watching you move” SMACK — my ass stung and I crawled faster until I reached the foot of the bed. “Now get on your knees. You need to clean up the mess you made” I loved when he ordered me around. I loved feeling like a worthless fucktoy. I knelt and he shoved his cock into my mouth, not caring if I was ready or not. My face was right up against him, his fullness making my eyes water as I tried my best not to gag. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face, his heavy balls almost slapping me on the chin. I desperately rubbed my clit as spit ran over my stuffed mouth and dripped down my tits. I love getting facefucked and Josh knew it, a look of lustful pride as he watched me gag and rub my swollen clit in a frenzy. “I’m gonna cover you in cum, slut” He groaned as he slid out of me with a loud pop, jacking furiously. I watched as he threw his head back and moaned, his orgasm imminent. I love watching guys jack themselves, and I love facials. “Take my fucking cum!” He yelled, and I moaned as he painted me with hot ropes of cum. He tasted just how I remembered.

Josh couldn’t say anything for a while, collapsing onto the bed and panting hard. My phone chimed. It was a text from our diving instructor, asking if I still wanted company. I looked over at my dazed friend.

I took a selfie of my cum covered face and hit send.

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