At the sex club resort where her boyfriend had brought her for a kinky weekend, Sara went down to the breakfast buffet to get her boyfriend some coffee and breakfast before he woke. They were playing master and servant. She was a vanilla girl, not familiar with kink, but she was at the club to experience it all. Dressed in a black bikini, the lithe girl with golden brown hair was collecting the food when a tall guy wearing a t-shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops came up beside her. He pretended to peruse the breakfast fare before glancing her way.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.”
“I’m Hunter.”
“Sara.”
“I don’t mean to be bold but I find you incredibly hot. I’d really like to lick your pussy.”
Her cheeks flushed.
“I, uh, I don’t know if my master would approve of that.”
“I’ll have to ask him. I see he lays out the discipline,” he said, glancing behind her at the caning stripes peeking from her bikini bottom. “Where is he?”
“Upstairs. I don’t think he wants to be disturbed.”
The toast popped up. Her quaking hands placed them on the plate which she covered with a lid.
He said, “Well, I’ll ask him later.”
He picked up a plum from a fruit basket and bit it, chewing it lustfully as juice gathered in the corner of his mouth. “See you later.”
“Alright. Bye.”
He went back to the pool while she returned upstairs with Cole’s breakfast.
An hour later, the sun was high in Miami’s noon time sky when the Cole and Sara found lounge chairs by the pool. Though they were dressed in swimwear, she in her bikini and Cole in a black Speedo, they were in the minority of naked people lounging by the pool. Couples flirted at the bar while a platinum blonde cabana girl with the long lithe body of a model made the rounds taking orders and delivering drinks in her hot pink bikini and high Lucite hooker heels. After a strong daiquiri, Sara was dozing in the sun beside Cole when a shadow blocked the sun’s glare.
A man’s voice said, “Excuse me.”
Cole shielded his eyes to look up at the man. Sara opened her eyes to see Hunter standing at Cole’s chair.
“Are you Sara’s master?”
He looked amused. “Yeah.”
“I was wondering if I could eat her out.”
“Here?”
“In the gazebo,” he said, hitching his thumb to the large open tent on the grass.
Cole said, “Only if I get to watch.”
Hunter nodded. Cole rose to his feet. Hunter extended his hand to help Sara to her feet. She took it. Cole followed them off the concrete onto the grass to the open tent that could easily hold twelve people. Her breathing had become shallow as she laid back on one of the many oversized orange pillows scattered on the wooden slat floor. Cole sat across from them, drinking his beer. Hunter knelt before Sara and peeled off her bikini bottoms. She gazed into Cole’s eyes as Hunter crawled between her thighs, hooked his arms under her knees to drag her up to him and went to work on her pussy. A breeze seeped into the high ceiling tent. She flung her head back as his skilled tongue flicked at her clit. His sucking sent her into orbit but she feared an orgasm. Cole had trained her well. She looked up at Hunter’s hair, his broad shoulders and strong arms that held her in place as he teased her. She flung her head back again, arching her back as an orgasm began to quiver in her loins as if a roiling snake was lodged within her.
When Hunter finally raised up to look at Sara, closed eyed and breathing heavily.
Cole asked, “You want to fuck her.”
“Yeah.”
Sara opened her eyes in time to see Cole nod in approval. Sara gasped as he pressed her back, laying his big body over hers. Hunter reached between the two of them to undo his shorts. His hard dick bounced out as he moved them down to his knees. He took her hand and wrapped in around it which she instinctively squeezed. She felt numb, as though she were on an automatic response. Is this how hookers feel when they’re working? Why was she agreeing to this? Her eyes squeezed closed as the tip of his penis prodded her until it found her warm opening between her pussy lips. She moaned in pleasure as it plunged in, inching further into her warmth. She looked into Hunter’s face. His eyes were so intense and his mouth was open as he sheathed himself inside of her. Her legs wrapped around him. She was so horny for the dick that Cole had denied that she loved the one in her.
Hunter asked, “You like that, baby? You like it?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Don’t cum in her,” barked Cole.
His thrusting became deeper and harder as he grew into pumping frenzy. Sweat dripped from his brow as his chest heaved as his ass moved up and down. Sara’s tits bounced out of her bikini top. She looked away and bit her knuckle as an orgasm threatened to spew. She couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Fuck,” he said before suddenly withdrawing.
He straddled her with his knees before furiously jerking off over her. Aiming it towards her face, she stuck out her tongue to help him along.
“Arrrruhhh!” he exclaimed as he ejaculated over her face.
It spurted over her cheek and lips and a gooey string of cum hung from her eyelashes. He stroked his dick until the last little white globs oozed out. Then he unstraddled her and sat back on a pillow, wiping his brow as he cooled down.
Cole coolly said, “Thank him for fucking you.”
“Thank you, Hunter for fucking me.”
Cole got up and pet her head. “Good girl. Put your bottoms on.”
She did as she was told, letting the clinging cum remain on her face. She went to wipe it off but he slapped her hand away.
Hunter laid back spent on the pillows. “Hey, thanks man.”
Cole nodded. Cole took Sara’s hand and led her from the gazebo into the bright sunshine.
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