0 comments/ 51005 views/ 12 favorites Three Days in Arcadia Ch. 01 By: becky23kiss Hal's hands were tingling in anticipation as the rotor blades of the ContiBank chopper began winding to a halt. The pilot remained in his seat, flicking switches and beginning to fill in a log book. He did, however, incline his head at the exit door as a green light came on. "Thank-you, sirs and madam, you can now alight onto the platform." Working his way out of his bucket seat, Hal brushed out a few creases in the lap of his two-button suit and moved aside an empty champagne glass so he could follow the others out of the passenger compartment and into the tropical sunshine. The flight had been a slightly boring number of hours, despite the luxury accoutrements of the fast-flying helicopter. The pad was mounted in the open air, where a palm tree-dotted park area met with miles of golden sand. A balmy breeze hit Hal's face, and he blinking in amazement at the way in which the perfect blue see stretched out to join the sky on the horizon line. Alongside him, Brad Kratman stretched his arms out over his head, as though waking from a refreshing sleep. He was Hal's boss, a ten year executive veteran of ContiBank's cut-and-thrust world of corporate finance. Hailing from an Ivy League school and born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Kratman's immaculate background and education was matched only by his rugged good looks. He had the kind of Herculean physique that Hal had always envied, and bundles of panther-strong muscle filled out his Armani suit. Brad was legendary not just for his boardroom realpolitik, but for his bedroom swordsmanship. He had no less than three secretaries, all busty beauties that he banged senseless on a daily basis. And at home, a former lingerie model wife who was stacked and according to office lore did pretty much nothing except shop and suck cock (mostly Brad's, but not exclusively). Slapping his smaller comrade on the shoulder, Brad alighted from the platform and strode out to meet the welcoming committee which the Arcadia Resort had despatched to them, a single figure standing patiently. As the sun was behind them, Hal couldn't quite make out any more details. Hal took one last glimpse at the sea over his shoulder, and turned to offer a hand to the third member of their team as she stepped down from the platform onto the perfectly-trimmed parkland. Rebecca McQueen had been the object of Hal's feverish fantasies for some months now. Newly arrived from their European offices, she was a stunning twenty-seven year old who had formerly been a professional dancer (of all sorts, the word was) before diving into the world of super-rich finance. Her perfectly oval face broke into a grin as she accepted his aid, her mouth quirking upwards on one side, brown eyes flashing merrily at him. She was two inches shorter than he, at about five seven, but had an impressive physical presence which evoked envy in women and lust in men. A sharply-tailored skirt suit did nothing to hide the athletic form beneath, cinching in tight around her small waist and pulling taut across her shapely bust. On the days that she wore some scooped-out top Hal and the other executives at work would get a glimpse of a high, firm rack and creamy skin. His eyes dropped automatically as he walked behind her, drawn to an incredibly pert behind. Rebecca wore her brown hair tied back into a long single ponytail, which swung alluring down her curvaceous back. Like many of his workmates, Hal harboured a longstanding fantasy involving having Rebecca from behind while pulling her hair and generally going wild. Something about her cool, professional façade and slight distance made her intoxicating sensual physicality all the more compelling. Not that anyone from the ContiBank Corporate Lending section had ever lucky enough to lay her. The word was that Rebecca reserved her taut, athlete's body as a high-level bargaining chip when dealing with awkward clients. According to ContiBank lore, the deadlock on the Toshiba / Sony takeover had been broken by her giving herself to Sony's chief negotiator for a mere twenty minutes in a locked and curtained boardroom. She's emerged with pearly semen sprayed across her ponytail and the back of her blouse and on her butt, but also with a signed contract in hand. Their team's success in that venture, among others, had earned them their weekend on Arcadia, a low-key and secretive island resort which professed to sate the sensual needs and fantasies of its exclusive clientele. Hal made up the final member of their little executive team. He was a whipcord lean young former systems analyst and languages expert, barely twenty years old and considered a potential future partner. Brad and others, however, would often tease him about his youthful looks and occasional lack of confidence around the ladies. Not that he had reason to be nervous, as hours in the company Olympic pool had given him the lean, sculpted body of a competitive swimmer. Breaking from his reverie, Hal scurried to catch up with Brad and Rebecca, who were already shaking hands with the Arcadian representative. Hal's breath caught as finally got close enough to shade his eyes and make out her features. And boy, it definitely a 'her'! *** "My name is Mimi," She said, extending a warm golden hand to Hal. His eyes drank in the sight of her, six feet of bronzed perfection, even as he mumbled out his own name. This uber-babe had the kind of body that even Rebecca had to admit was likely to stop traffic. Long, athletic legs tapered up to short cut-off jeans which clung to shapely hips. A taut, washboard stomach contrasted wonderfully with the lush expanse of her chest. Mimi was gifted with a rack which unusually combined a certain jiggling softness with easily apparent gravity-defying firmness. Brad was already drooling next to her, one hand opening and closing at his side as he stared openly at the racing red bikini top which strained to contain her chest. It was cut narrow, exposing plenty of smooth, ripe flesh. Laughing, Mimi was apparently unphased by the reaction of the two men in the group. Her good humour further enhanced her already beautiful surfer-babe face and golden hair. "I've already explained to Brad here that I'm the one-woman welcoming committee, although the Island is extremely easy to navigate. You can simply follow this stone-paved path which will take you right into the hub of our little resort. You can't miss the central reception area." After a few moments chit-chat about their flight, and passing them information packs, Rebecca and Hal allowed themselves to be ushered along the path by Brad, who was clearly much taken by the dancing-eyed Mimi. She allowed him to slip an arm around her waist, as he waved his companions on up the path towards the main resort village, indicating that they should continue on without him. Grinning, they complied. *** At the entrance to the palatial main reception building, Rebecca was recognised by a woman emerging on her way to a Porsche parked in a neat little car park at the side. Eve was a lush-figured, blue-eyed babe in her early thirties who stepped forward and kissed Rebecca on each cheek, introducing herself as the liaison for female guests. Immaculately white slacks clung like to her like spray-paint in all the right places, and her tailored shirt was open, exposing a tanned and ample cleavage. As she got close, her impressive rack pressed in against that of her client, although Rebecca certainly didn't appear to mind. Hal noticed that although they were of the same height and athletic build, Eve had the bigger tits, and her blond hair was cut fetchingly short, barely brushing her shoulders. Like Rebecca, she had a killer butt, and Hal was momentarily lost in fantasies of both women before him, frolicking full of Sapphic lust. Somehow, he thought he detected a certain smouldering chemistry between the two of them, and he noticed that Rebecca was holding herself a little oddly, slightly leaning into the older woman. Hal couldn't help but exclaim something about how Rebecca was "in good hands", a certain feverish undertone in his voice. Rebecca 'tssked' and looked over one shoulder at him, and raised an eyebrow in reply. Eve, an arm around her guest, shrugged her shoulders and simply said "Here on Arcadia, we're open to all sorts of possibilities. We hope you will be too. The tests and profiling you submitted to in advance will hopefully allow us guides to show you a good time you never dreamed of. But part of that entails taking a ... open-minded approach to our services". Rebecca nodded thoughtfully at that. Eve laid a cool hand on Hal's, and suggested that he meet the two of them later at the seafront bar. "Any of the other hosts will be able to direct you to it. In the meantime, I'm going to drive Rebecca here over to her villa. Why don't you check-in inside?" She winked, grinning at him. "There are, no doubt, a few members of staff in there who would happily show you around a little." Leaving the two women to it, Hal good-humouredly headed up the steps and into reception. No reason, he decided, not to go solo and have at it on his own bat. Not looking over his shoulder, he missed it when Eve confidently pulled Rebecca in for an open-mouthed kiss, tonguing her softly and at the same time running a hand down to pull up one shapely leg onto her hip. Rebecca gasped a little, but allowed herself to mould to the other woman. Then, hand in hand, they slipped into Eve's Porsche. *** This left, of course, Brad and Mimi. They hadn't strayed far from the helicopter pad, only moving down to the beach for a walk barefoot. Brad's Prada shoes dangled from one fist as he strolled along happily. At six two, he had a bit of height on his companion, but only a couple of inches or so, and her Amazonian physique suggested to him that here was a women who could probably match his sexual athleticism in bed. And seeing as this was Arcadia, he reminded himself that there was nothing to stop him finding out immediately. Mimi was already ahead of the game, and was unsurprised when Brad stepped in and pulled her to him for a rough kiss. As they broke apart, she laughed. "Your guest profile did suggest that you weren't afraid to go after what you wanted immediately". She didn't object as his hands began to rove widely over her tanned form. So many of the guests she was paired with were physically inadequate men who desired a woman like her precisely because she embodied a potency and stature that they themselves would never possess. She often found herself bedding endearing but unsatisfying types. In Brad, she had a feeling that there would be plenty of time to find satisfaction. Almost growling, he squeezed one of her asscheeks and then brought that same hand up to cup one full breast. Kissing her again, he spoke. "I can't wait until we get to the room, honey. I need you to work a little magic and relieve the 'travel tension' that the trip seems to have left me with." He grinned at her, revealing perfectly white teeth. Mimi didn't need to be told twice. She slid sexily to her knees, running her rack down the length of his body and over the hard tool that was pressing against his Armani trousers. She gently pressed one cheek against it as his hands caressed the halo of blond hair around her head, and then unzipped him with tantalising slowness. Slowly she teased out his already-thickened cock. It was hot and moved with a life of its own in her hands, whipping fully erect when free of the constraints of Brad's underwear. The size of it took her by surprise, and the moist helmet slapped gently against her face and trailed over her lips. The foreskin slipped back, revealing a pink, glistening helmet. A pungent aroma of man filled her nostrils as Brad tired of waiting and impatiently guided her face forward onto him. Her lips slid apart and she took him gently into her mouth, beginning to bathe him with her tongue but continuing to take him in inch-by-inch. Brad groaned as she opened her throat to him through a combination of natural talent and practiced expertise. In moments Mimi's hands and pulsing throat were combining to give him the finest blowjob he'd experienced since he had visited the legendary Parisian brothel Maison Blanc. Apparently without much effort she had managed to take almost his entire length in her mouth, and her nose was close to touching off the root of his penis. Marvelling at how her swan-like neck could contain his huge cock, Brad let out a happy grunt and began to move his hips, fucking her throat. Her firm rack was pleasantly mashing against his upper legs at each stroke he made, and he reminded himself later that he wanted to get rid of that needless bikini top she was wearing. Mimi's hands wandered, sometimes working his shaft and occasionally moving to grasp his buttocks or stretch upwards to run over his taut abdomen as the blowjob continued. Brad's eyes were closed and his breathing was already becoming ragged. He normally didn't even come close to blowing his load this early on, but the perfect physical specimen in front of him was giving his cock the kind of treatment normally reserved for ... well ... He didn't even know. But if felt good. Groaning, he began thrusting his hips forward as he felt his orgasm building, and Mimi seemed to be turned on by his slightly rough treatment of her. There were few men who were confident enough to not just sit back and let her dictate the pace of the blowjob, trusting her professionalism. Brad retained an impatient streak, and had taken a more active role, using her for his pleasure and more or less just fucking her mouth and throat. She moaned herself, around his mouthful of cock, and took that moment to slip back, allowing the head of his cock to slide up from the base of her throat to the front of her mouth. She ran her tongue quickly over the head of his cock, scouring it somewhat firmly while pumping the base of his now-slick shaft with both hands. Brad gasped at the sensation of mingled discomfort and pleasure of the hard pressure exerted by her tongue at such a sensitive point. Before he even knew what was happening, his orgasm was upon him. Letting out a ragged gasp, he felt his muscles tense and a shaking begin as he came hard. Without volition, his hands pressed down on Mimi's shoulders for balance as he stood on trembling legs. Mimi moved her head with his spasming penis, feeling it become momentarily super-hard before the inevitable climax. When he came, it was with tremendous force. Ropey, thick spunk jetted into her mouth, which ballooned rapidly as she tried to swallow all of his deliciously salty jizz. She gulped some down, savouring the taste, but still more escaped her mouth and splashed down to bronzed cleavage, running in rivulets on and between her perfect breasts. Her hands became sticky as Brad at last eased off his grip on her and allowed his still-squirting cock to slip out of her mouth. He grinned down at her, face still contorted with pleasure as a few last streams of thick semen sprayed onto her beautiful features, glazing her face with his spunk. Mimi nodded to herself in satisfaction, dabbing at her jizz-covered top with her hands and then licking off the still-warm man-goo from her fingers. She glanced up at Brad. "This is the beginning of a great weekend, Brad. I'm not a jealous girl, so I'm going to happily share with you everything this resort has to offer. I think you'll like it. I really do." Brad, still breathing fast, grinned. *** Hal was still somewhat mystified as to how he'd ended up leaving reception with not just one, but two, of the hottest babes he'd ever come across. They hadn't taken no for an answer, and weren't satisfied but that they'd showed him personally to his villa and poured him a glass of champagne. Now the three of them had somehow ended up naked in his spacious Jacuzzi. One of the girls, calling herself Callie, was a golden-skinned Asian-American and five feet five of toned perfection. Not overly busty, she made up for it with one of the best asses that Hal had ever seen, and which was now endearingly warm and pert against his raging erection as she sat on his lap and chatted away in a California-girl accent. Her companion was alongside them, facing Hal in such a way as to mash her huge breasts up against his shoulder and arm. Sheena was more of a rock chick, dark hair contrasting with her slim but curvy ivory body. Despite her slight build, Sheena was gifted with one of the largest racks Hal had ever seen on a girl her size. When they'd met, a tight black crop top had accentuated their bounteous perfection, and Hal had immediately been taken by her. Now her tits were wet and slippery from the Jacuzzi, her hard nipples pressing in against him. He shifted so that his erection was trapped between his abdomen and Callie's peachy ass-cheeks and couldn't help himself but begin to grind away at her. If she noticed, Callie seemed not to mind, and she continued listing offhand all the different things to see and do on the island while Sheena nodded and ran a hand up and down Hal's neck. The warm water and the firmness of her ass were beginning to really turn Hal on, and he envisioned himself spunking against her in the water. This close, he could smell the herbal shampoo she used to condition her lush brown hair. Slipping an arm around Callie's waist, Hal silenced her by turned her around halfway so that he could kiss her. Sheena laughed delightedly, and Callie's gold-flecked eyes closed happily as she submitted to him. The girls placed their champagne glasses down at the side of the Jacuzzi, and Hal groaned in disappointment momentarily as they both moved back form him. He cock began to bob, still raging hard, in the water in front of him. The two girls came together a few feet from him, and Hal's eyes widened as Callie dropped her head down to lift and cup one of Sheena's heavy tits. She opened her mouth, and ran a small tongue over the hard nipple. Sheena gasped as her friend began lapping away at her tits, her own hands roving over Callie's form. Within moments, the show had progressed and Sheena was writhing half-out of the Jacuzzi, her legs open and Callie's head between them, eating her out. The Asian babe was leaning forward in such a way as to present Hal with the sight of her bronzed form, and he could make out her pert ass swaying under the surface of the water. At Sheena's beckoning, he came forward and pressed himself hard in against Callie, his cock sliding up between her ash cheeks once against as he put his hands to her hips and ground himself hard against her taut form. Sheena moaned delightedly, pinching and pulling at her tits as Hal grabbed a fistful of Callie's hair, wedging her legs apart with his feet and lining up his cock to enter her. She writhed in pleasure as he began to ride her, continuing to pull firmly back on her hair with one hand, the other under the water and firm on one tanned hip. Sheena's orgasm was nearing, and her hands had dropped to her friend's head, urging her tongue to even greater heights. Then she was coming, shouting Callie's name and her large tits rippling with pleasure, her hands clenching alongside Hal's in her friend's hair. Callie looked over her shoulder at him then, her face slick with Sheena's juices. Her voice was ragged with pleasure as she spoke. "Hal, fuck my ass..." Sheena whimpered with delight, and slipped down into to the water alongside Hal, helping him to manoeuvre Callie forward and bend her over the edge of the Jacuzzi where she had been sitting herself. Callie was now more fully out of the water, and he delicious asscheeks were parted for him by Sheena's hands. Hal hesitated a moment, still fucking her pussy with his cock. Anal was something he'd always wanted to try, but somehow never had the opportunity. Now, he was at a loss quite how to proceed. Callie was moaning away at him, but was there anything more to it than simply jamming his cock in there and banging away? Three Days in Arcadia Ch. 01 Alongside him, Sheena sensed his hesitation and quickly dropped her head down, darting her tongue at her friend's asshole. Callie squealed in pleasure as her friend's tongue darted in and out of her ass. Then Sheena pulled back, and indicated for Hal to run a finger over it. "Get her loosened up a little, stud." Hal slowly fed his thumb into Callie's ass. At first, there was springy resistance, but then he was through the ring and it clamped down hard on him. He could feel a curious sense of Callie's whole body thrumming with pleasure. No longer hesitating, he let his thumb pop free and withdrew his cock from her pussy. He placed its glistening head on Callie's asshole as both girls began to chant at him. "That's it... fuck my ass..." "Yeah... put your big cock in her butt..." "I want you to cum in my tight ass..." Hal thrust forward, feeling her ring piece slither open as his helmet penetrated her. Callie's ass, perfectly rounded and muscular, clamped down around his tool as he shifted his hips forward and buried his tool more fully into her. Behind him he felt Sheena press her rack up against him, her own hands beginning to knead his ass cheeks and hips as he nipped away at his neck with soft kisses. The young executive banged away at Callie's ass for a few minutes, feeling the intense warmth and tightness of her. Once or twice he felt her shudder with what he thought were orgasms, but mainly he was caught up in his own pleasure, and the sight of her perfect golden form bent over in front of him taking his cock. Having lasted for longer than he had ever expected, Hal didn't attempt to clamp down too much on his orgasm when he felt it building. He groaned to Sheena, still over his shoulder and massaging his shoulders. "I'm...gonna cum." She giggled. "Do you want to come in Callie's ass?" Callie squealed at him "Yes! Yes!", and Hal laughed and slapped one firm cheek in response. "OK, I'm going to come in your ass. You like that, guys shooting in your butt?" Before she could respond, Hal slammed his hips even harder into her as he felt his climax come upon him suddenly. His whole body shook with pleasure as he felt the first stream of jizz pump from him into the warm interior of Callie's ass. Sheena cheered a little as he exclaimed with pleasure and delivered another ringing slap to Callie's ass. "Take, it bitch..." Callie moaned in pleasure, feeling Hal's hot semen filling up her ass. Considering he wasn't a particularly big guy, he certainly seemed to deliver big loads- something that she and Sheena both really appreciated in a man. At last, Hal's orgasm began to subside, and he leaned forward exhausted onto Callie's back, his penis still hard inside her ass. Sheena whispered sweet nothings in his ear and stroked his hair as his eyes began to close. He felt he could actually sleep there and then. Sheena lent in, then, and turned Callie's head for a soft kiss. Hal couldn't help but chuckle. "Thanks for the welcome, girls." They smiled at him. "That was just for starters, Hal." *** Rebecca, breathing hard, rolled off her lover and lay back on the rumpled mattresses and cushions dotted around the main living area of her villa. Jason rose up quickly, a muscular young black stud, and knelt alongside her, his throbbing cock in his hands. It was still slick from their lovemaking, and Rebecca could see it swelling even further as he climaxed. Her own orgasm was just receding as Jason grunted gutturally and threw back his head, eyes closing, as he jacked off furiously over hear sweat-slick breasts. Dimly, Rebecca was aware that across the room Eve was down on her knees before he own paramour, Lee, as he rubbed his own squirting, sopping wet penis over her lips and face. Eve's face was already absolutely covered in jizz, and it was running in rivulets down her neck onto her ample breasts, glistening in the soft lighting of the villa. A splash of salty spunk lashed across Rebecca's line of sight, and she realised that Jason's first heroic ejaculation had landed in her tousled hair. Jason's right hand darted out and caught up a fistful of her ponytail, holding onto it as he continued orgasming. Facing his pulsing cock, she marvelled at the prodigious amount of semen he proceeded to splash out onto her heaving body. Most of it landed like warm rain on her high breasts and face, but a few thick ropes also splashed down on her hard belly. When Jason at last stopped working at his cock, and slumped to the side, Rebecca couldn't help but sigh with pure delight. Eve rose from where she knelt, still dripping semen onto the expensive rugs of the villa, and approached her, hips swaying and radiant, like some goddess of sex. Their first lovemaking, earlier in the evening, had been a heady experience. Rebecca had dabbled with girls when she was in college, but never met one as wanton and dominant as Eve. While not a sub by inclination, the experience of being seduced and sexually exploited by another woman, particularly one as gorgeous and sophisticated as Eve, had been an incredibly erotic experience. Her friend had proceeded to fuck her senseless over the course of two hours, wringing every drop of pleasure from Rebecca's fit body. From there, things had branched out, as both women admitted freely that while it had been a wonderfully decadent experience, they both readily enjoyed what only a pulsing, rock-hard cock could provide. Eve had made a swift phone call, and soon two black former male-models were at the door, both built like proverbial brick shithouses and with snake-like penises dangling almost to their knees. "Lee, Jason.... Well done boys. You can leave us now." At Eve's command, the two men heaved themselves upright and tottered to the front door, picking up their discarded clothing as they went. Eve smacked Jason on the ass as he walked past. "Next time, Jay, I think I shall get you to absolutely ream my ass. It's been too long since I've been really buggered hard." As she spoke, Eve brought one immaculately manicured hand down to her curvaceous rump and patted it for emphasis. He nodded respectfully and continued out the door. Eve slumped down between Rebecca's legs as she opened them, and snuggled into her hug. Both women were dewy with semen, and their breasts squished warmly together as they shared a lingering kiss, swapping the boys' semen in the process. A wicked thought suddenly occurred to Rebecca, and without breaking their kiss she allowed her right hand to idly trace its way down her friend's back, to her butt. Eve's legs were folded under her in such a way that her tight asshole was within easy reach, and it was there that Rebecca gently began circling one of her fingers, allowing the jizz which she had gathered from their bodies to act as a lubricant. Eve squirmed with pleasure and laughed wickedly. "Darling Becky.... How naughty of you, whatever are you thinking of doing to me?" "You said you hadn't been taken this way in a while." Rebecca's voice was steady as if she was in the boardroom, but inside she was afire with lust. "I'm sure you must have the means around here somewhere for me to do as good a job as Jason would." As she spoke, she pressed one finger harder on Eve's asshole, and it slipped inside past the muscular ring, into her warm depths. The Arcadian host threw back her head in pleasure, and both her own hands quickly slipped down to flick her clit as Rebecca began to gently slide another finger inside her ass, pumping in and out gently. "I.... Think there's something in the bedroom that might suffice.... In the locker next to the bed." Eve said, eyes still closed. With some degree of reluctance, Rebecca slid her fingers free of her friend, and together they rose to their feet, still close together. Enjoying the role reversal after earlier being thrown down and dominated by the other woman, Rebecca kneaded her friend's breasts with one hand, pulling slightly sharply on one generously-sized nipple as they moved into the pastel-coloured bedroom. Swiftly, Eve opened the bedside locker and handed an oddly-bulging bag to Rebecca, along with a small phial of a clear liquid. Then she sinuously moved onto the bed, crawling forward on all fours until at last she bedded down on her stomach, her tanned and firm behind presented to Rebecca. The strap-on wasn't as uncomfortable as Rebecca had expected it might be, and despite never having worn one before it was a matter of moments to figure out how the cunningly-constructed harness fitted snugly onto her hips. Reaching down, she marvelled at the realistic feel of the thick, ridged, penis which filled her hand. Opening the phial, she found that it contained a type of lube which seemed almost warm to the touch. Applying it generously to her fake cock, she liberally splashed some more between the cheeks of her friend's ass, and used her fingers to once again massage away at Eve's ring. She squirmed in pleasure and was beginning to breathe hard in anticipation. "You know, Becky, I haven't been fucked in my ass since... Oh, I think it was at Christmas. We hosted one of those hip-hop stars, one of the ones who was shot several times, and he spent a whole evening absolutely riding me senseless. I swear, I thought I wasn't going to sit down for a week after it, as wonderful as it felt at the time." Rebecca didn't answer, having placed the bulbous head of the strap-on at the entrance to her friend's ass. She reached forward with her right hand, catching Eve about the right shoulder. Firm muscle resisted her grip, and she used this leverage as well as a hand on her other hip to pull Eve back abruptly even as she edged the strap-on cock forward. The result was that the head popped suddenly into Eve's asshole, and the Arcadian host gasped in surprise as she felt it begin to stretch her ass out. Grimacing, she tried to edge forward a little to get used to the latex dong in her butt. Rebecca, however, followed her and mercilessly thrust another few inches past her asshole. Eve let out a whimper of mingled pain and pleasure, and Rebecca grunted with satisfaction. "So this is what it feels like when a man has his way with us." She mused, slapping one of Eve's tanned asscheeks even as she spoke. Her other hand was still on her friend's shoulder, pulling her rhythmically back onto the strap-on. Eve, for her part, was rather surprised at Rebecca's surfacing dominant streak, but she discovered she was rather enjoying the experience. "Oh. Becky... Bugger me, darling, use me." "You slut... Loving it in your ass...." Rebecca tried the words almost hesitantly, and was rewarded by a giggle of delight from Eve, who was finally relaxing fully and allowing the latex cock to begin squelching wetly in and out of her asshole with greater ease. For a few minutes both women were silent, barring their uneven breathing, as Rebecca began to ride her friend in earnest, evoking the occasional whimper of pleasure or groan of ecstasy as Eve had her ass plundered. It was, Rebecca mused, a fantastic sight, the urbane and beautiful hostess of a few hours before on all fours before her, reduced to a sweat and semen-covered sexual toy, letting herself be willingly fucked by another woman. They went on like that for some time, until at last Eve fingered herself through several orgasms, and Rebecca began to feel the urge for her own climax. Finally, she withdrew the strap-on from her friend's ass in one smooth motion, and guided Eve down onto her back. Unbuckling the strap-on, Rebecca cast it aside and crawled forward, carefully moving forward until she could settle on both knees over Eve's face. Then, with no command needed, she lowered herself down to ride her friend's face. Eve eagerly lapped at the pussy before her, and it was a combination of this coupled with the grinding movement of her hips which rapidly brought Rebecca to orgasm. Bodies still tingling with pleasure, but beginning to tire, they curled up together and drifted off to sleep for a nap prior to going out to meet Hal, as they had promised they would earlier. *** End of Part 1 Three Days in Arcadia Ch. 02 Hal was almost hyperventilating with pleasure. His whole being was throbbing with pleasure as he reclined, eyes closed, on the emperor-sized bed. The tropical breeze blowing in through the open veranda window was cool, and he guessed that night had fallen. It was some hours since he and Brad had begun their evening's entertainment... With his eyes closed his senses seemed heightened. There was a rich scent of perfume wafting to him ... And the sound of oiled flesh on oiled flesh. The girl kneeling between his legs moaned periodically, her own breathing ragged with arousal. It had been his colleague Brad's idea: To return to their lavishly-appointed company suite (three rooms, all palatial in size) in the island resort's main 5-star hotel, and simply dial down to room-service for something 'special'. "Why going traipsing all over this place looking for some hot pieces of ass when the whole point of this trip is to enjoy it on a plate?" Brad had pointed out. At the time he'd been in the process of bending a willowy bartender over her own bar counter. She hadn't seemed particularly enthused about the horse-like penis he'd slid into her, but like all of the staff on the Island she'd been precluded by her contract from objecting too strenuously. He'd screwed her vigorously, eventually spunking on her face. Hal had passed the time getting a handjob from a Playboy-perfect redheaded waitress. She'd seemed happier about the whole thing, giggling as he shot a load onto her freckled tits. Then they'd sauntered back to their digs as Brad had suggested. Sure enough, reception had been only too eager to provide them with a number of room-delivery 'special entertainment' packages to choose from. Brad had opted for something which sounded suspiciously like a bit of work-related wish fulfillment, while Hal had eventually settled on the 'Harem package'. He'd lost count of the hours which had passed since the two girls, features obscured by flimsy silk veils, appeared at his door, their lush bodies covered by clinging oriental-style robes. Once inside his hotel room Mira and Kayla had wasted no time, slipping their outfits off to reveal two of the most perfect bodies Hal had ever seen. Mira was a tanned goddess tall enough to meet Hal eye-to-eye, her brown eyes ringed by smoky makeup, full lips and high cheekbones hinting at oriental or perhaps asiatic ancestry. Perhaps persian, Hal thought, although he'd had no idea that girls from that part of the world came equipped with improbably large breast implants. Her rack was a wonder: Heavy yet pert, the nipples standing up proudly. A washboard stomach complemented a lush, firm ass... The tanned cheeks had been bisected by a flimsy dental floss thong that Mira had cooly slipped off when she arrived, immediately then palming Hal's penis through his pajamas. She'd smiled at him and inclined her head to her partner, Kayla, who was standing, hip cocked, nearby. "Do you want to try me first, Master, or my friend? We are your sexual slaves for the next few hours, and I can see you need immediate relief." Kayla had been Hal's choice for his first go, although it had been a tight call. She was shorter than Mira, but with the same raven-coloured mane and dusky skin. She was darker eyed and fuller-lipped, but with the same pneumatic figure and enticing behind. She was somehow as long-legged as Mira, and with a peachy, tight ass that had drawn Hal's gaze. The first thirty minutes of the girls' visit had been a blur... ...Mira on her hands and knees, tonguing Hal's asshole from behind as he ate Kayle out eagerly.. ...Kayla on all fours, her ass clenching tight around Hal's cock as he rode her... ...And the wicked grins on both the girls' faces as, panting, he'd slid his cock out of Kayla's sinfully pleasing ass and stood up unsteadily. They'd knelt at his feet expectantly. A few loose tugs from Kayla's long-nailed hands and Hal had pumped a surprisingly large load of hot semen onto their faces. It shot in a curious scattergun effect, pebble-dashing the girls' lipsticked mouths, their heigh cheeks and even their hair. Now, some time later, after some languid cuddling and idle chat, Hal was reclining on the mastered as Mira treated him to one of the most amazing combination handjob - titfucks he had ever experienced. "The handjob is one we harem-inspired ladies have always treasured since the beginning of time ..." Mira panted, her oiled hands sliding up and down Hal's penis. "...It's practically part of our DNA... From our mothers and mother's mothers, you know? How to please a man like this..." Hal opened his eyes as she spoke, making eye-contact as she slid her thumb over and back the glistening head of his cock. "But to work in the tit-fuck... Well... That is a new thing that my generation has added in. It's a very American phenomenon, I think, the titfuck..." Kayla laughed from where she knelt near Mira, watching eagerly. "Yes, which is why we have improved our titties... Important for the best tifuck." She giggled. Mira grinned and winked at Hal. "She is right... You need these big breasts for the best tit-fucks... And lots of oil!" With that, she moved back a moment to allow to squirt about a cup or so of more warm oil onto Hal's penis. The liquid soaked his thighs, mingling with a faint patina of perspiration and precum. Mira had been working on him for almost twenty minutes now... Carefully edging him just to the point of orgasm and then laughingly backing off. Hal was on fire, every fiber of his being calling on him to sweep this teasing bitch up onto the bed and bury his cock in her until he came. But the girls had prevailed upon him to trust them, for the final "special surprise" of their 'Harem' experience. "Nearly time now, Master. You'll enjoy your special finish. It's a very... thorough... cum. You will feel drained, like a man who has truly emptied himself. No other ladies on this island will make you feel like a king in the way that we will." Mira's full lips and busty torso were moving into him again as she spoke. Now she alternated between sliding his cock between her slick orbs, crushing her tits between her slim arms, and occasionally dropping her head to take his cock in her mouth. Her lips were gentle when they enveloped him, but she would quickly open her jaw and before he would have time to appreciate it she would have slipped his cock halfway down her throat. Hal could hear the faint noise of her throat opening and closing on his penis, milking him. Then it would be back to the tits, his glistening cock slithering up and down in the warm envelope of her cleavage. Mira was breathing hard herself now, from the deep-throating. Kayla had slid in a little closer, her heavy breasts touching off her friend's. "I think he is ready, sister." She said quietly, eyeing the oscillating opening of Hal's penis. He felt almost weak, and there was a heavy sensation in his balls, as if they were churning. Without speaking Mira elbowed Hal's legs apart gently. He was lying flat on his back now, his ass on the cusp of the edge of then bottom of the bed. The harem girls knelt on the floor between the wide arc of his legs, his penis now nodding gently in the air, glistening with oil and saliva. Kayla pressed heavy breasts into Hal's right leg, kissing his abdomen gently, while Mira sat back on her haunches, as if gathering herself for the final act of their performance. Her hand trailed over Hal's cock, circling the base and gripping firmly. She leant in once more, sliding Hal's cock back between her full breasts. Now she gazed almost challengingly at Hal, as he tilted his head towards his chest so that he was able meet her eyes. He gasped as she began to sandwich his cock firmly between her tits, beginning an up-and-down motion that appeared to be building in momentum. This time she was using more pressure, and Hal felt his cock enveloped in her warm tit-flesh. The friction, combined with the oil and Mira's body-heat was creating a tingling sensation that he recognized.... He was going to cum big. And soon. "You... like... that?" Mira grunted as she continued to work him over, holding his eyes with her gaze. "You like the way Mira fucks your cock with her titties? "Yes... Fucking milk me... Keep fucking me with your tits..." Hal gasped. "Use me..." She panted... "...I am your toy, Master... Are you going to shoot your hot cum on my face... Or my tits...?" "Unnghh... Yeah..." He groaned as she kept up the pressure. A squelching noise was filling the room now, and Hal was trembling through his thighs and torso. Kayla, at Mira's side, was licking her lips in anticipation. "That's it... Fuck her tits..... And when you cum...." She grinned wickedly... "...Come all over her face. Paint her face with your warm cum." Mira gasped raggedly "Yes... Yes..." Kayla crooned at Hal. "..She's a dirty slut... She likes it in her face, Master. All over her proud face... She likes the Masters to shoot their spunk on her like she's their possession. She is always like this, having the boys cum on her face... Even before we are paid like now." Mira was breathing almost as hard as Hal, and dimly, through his arousal, he realized that Kayla appeared to be frigging her friend's box enthusiastically with her left hand, and Mira was on the verge of orgasming. That, combined with the dirty-talk, sent Hal over the edge. He did a half-curl, almost sitting up, and blurted out "I'M ... I'M..." His mouth formed the words "I'M COMING", but before he could speak.... ....He felt a slim, oiled finger press insistently against his asshole.... Kayla, contorting her toned arm a little to fit past Mira, hesitated only a moment before driving her slippery finger home, pushing into his clenching asshole. Her finger quested like a seeking missile, barely hanging around before it zapped into something inside Hal's ass. His prostate, he would later guess. At any rate, it felt, at the time, like she'd pushed some kind of turbo-charged jizz-release button. Hal moaned raggedly, and his abs tightened to rock hardness as his orgasm began. It swept through him, causing his legs to flutter and his ass-ring to clench down even harder on Kayla's finger. Meanwhile his cock, still sandwiched between Kayla's oiled tits, vibrated like a sounding fork. It stood upright between her tanned orbs, the shiny helmet just emerging from between her cleavage. Kayla had time to moan lustfully, one last time, as she dipped her head as if to a silent signal she'd received. She placed her exquisite face, with her full lips and smokey eyes, in the perfect position to catch Hal's load square-on. It was prodigious amount of semen, and he squirmed on the bed, feeling a little like a wrung-out towel, as thick ropes of jizz erupted into the girl's face. "Fucking... Slut..... Take it... Take my load..." Kayla squealed in delight "Oh, fuck, it's such a lot of cum... You're covered, sister, you naught whore." Mira seemed to absorb the incoming cum with an almost spiritual degree of relish. When the spurting subsided she eventually raised trembling hands to her features and slowly massaged the dripping mass of cum down over her lips and onto her throat and and heaving breasts. Hal's cock, still erect, lay between them, still twitching fitfully, like a horse which had just won a race. Hal groaned as Kayla slid her finger smoothly from his ass, and slowly eased himself up onto his elbows, so he could watch the two girls come together for an affectionate (if sticky) embrace. "Dirty girl," Kayla whispered... "..Always ending up with the mens' cum on your face in the end..." She gently cupped Mira's chin, and leaned close to kiss her on the lips. When the girls separated a thin tendril of Hal's cum joined their mouths for a moment. Mira seemed to be coming back to herself, and she was smiling wickedly now as Kayla ran her hands through the hot semen pooling on her friend's body. "Well," Hal mused. "I can't fault the room-service in this place, that's for sure." Perhaps when he'd seen Mira and Kayla out he'd head down the hall to Brad's suite and see what he was getting up to.... (TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 3.... Any feedback on what type of adventures Brad is having would be more than welcome.) Three Days in Arcadia Ch. 03 While he waited in the living room area of Rebecca's suite, Brad had elected to arrange some company to keep him amused. So he had a particularly busty Swedish girl polishing his cock with her lips as he considered the afternoon's plans. "Quite an interesting concept, this 'Special Invitation' package", he mused. It was one of the more unusual options available to guests visiting Arcadia as a group. The staff, using a special questionnaire completed by each guest before their arrival, could gauge the likelihood that one visitor might be willing to pair off with another visitor for a secret little liaison.... And, if one guest cared to try their luck, by ordering the 'Special Invitation' the wheels were set in motion. When Brad's colleague Rebecca returned to her room, a special go-between member of staff would intercept her in the hallway outside and, in the most delicate manner, inform Rebecca that Brad had been allowed to wait for her in the living room area of her suite. If she gave the green light to the idea of hooking up, or wished to at least discuss going ahead with it, then in she would go... ...If not... No big deal, Brad would get sent back to his room to get a consolation blowjob by one of the several dozen other high-class fuck buddies that the hotel could arrange. And hell, he thought to himself, he still had several fantasies that he wanted to play out. He still had a mind to track down that tall drink of water, Mimi, and have another go-around with her. "That girl had an award-winning rack" he murmured, glancing down. "And there's another award-winning rack!" Her full lips locked around his thick cock, Inga could only mumble and flash ice-blue eyes approvingly at him. Brad could only assume Inga must have been some kind of ex-lingerie model or seriously high-class escort even in her native Sweden. She was smoking hot even by Scandinavian standards, and Brad could speak with some authority on that, as his wife was of busty Danish stock. He'd ordered her sight unseen along with his 'Special Invitation' package, to kill some time while he waited for Rebecca. Having asked for someone 'tall, submissive and with big tits' he'd been pleasantly surprised when the Island staff sent Inga along. She had been dressed in a slightly prim skirt suit that was just a tad too tight, and did nothing to conceal a pair of tits big enough that entered they room first. Overall, he considered, she had that classic Scandinavian beach babe look (that was what he classed this type of chick in his head as, at least). A little over six foot... Long, braided golden hair, pale blue eyes, great bone structure, full lips... And most importantly, a body built for banging. Long legs tapered to a full, heart-shaped ass. Not to mention a flat stomach and a pair of tits that, by rights, were too big and firm to not be fake. They were too big, much too big, for Brad to get a proper grip of, and yet he could tell from the way they felt that they were all natural. They had that pleasant yielding quality, and he'd spent a few minutes mauling them having peeled her out of her clothes. Upon getting into Rebecca's room, Brad had wasted little time on small talk. Once a quick introduction was out of the way, he'd got right to the point. 'Honey, I think you'd better give me a blowjob now, in case I'm too excited when Rebecca comes back and I ... Hell, I dunno, in case I blow in her ass too quick when I nail her. I'll feel more confident if you've taken the edge off me first.' Brad was nothing if not confidant, and couldn't conceive of a possible world where Rebecca wouldn't give him the chance to put his cock in that perfect ass of hers. He'd been intending to get around to it for a while now. After getting her down to flimsy thong and bra that were startlingly white against her golden skin, he'd pushed her down to her knees in front of his chair, grabbing a handful of blonde hair and guiding his cock out of his pants and into her mouth. He thought she'd been trying to tell him where she was from in Sweden... But, frankly, Brad tended not to really give a damn where the girls sucking him came from, only that they did a good job, and didn't mind either swallowing or taking his load on their tits or something. Now she was quiet, milking his penis with her mouth and throat, her rack pressing warmly against his thighs. "God damn, I love chicks like you." Although Inga was the type of statuesque, jaw-dropping beauty who should have been comfortable breezing around reducing men to gibbering messes, he'd quickly realized that the Island staff had indeed picked him a submissive like he'd asked for. Crazy hot or not, she was a born cock-sucker and he'd got a good idea that her bikini-waxed box was getting pretty wet from being ordered around. Brad closed his eyes, leaning back and considering what was coming up soon enough. Rebecca probably wasn't even as hot as Inga (Or Mimi, for that matter) in most respects. She wasn't a world-class beauty as such... In fact, he'd probably nailed several hotter bitches over the years, including his own wife. But there was nothing quite like a bit of forbidden fruit, and Rebecca certainly fulfilled that category, being that she was supposed to be one of his colleagues at the top tier of the company. But hell, she had an ass that just would not quit. He figured that while she was probably merely drop-dead gorgeous in the overall beauty stakes, rather than ridiculously super-hot like some of the Arcardia staff, she certainly had one world-cass asset: Her rear end. "I'm going to bend that bitch over and feed my cock up her ass. Then I'm going to grab that pony tail, wrap it around my fist and show that bitch who's in charge..." He mumbled to himself as Inga continued giving him a particularly wet and satisfying blowjob. She made little sounds of pleasure as her lips slid over his cock head and down the veined side of his penis. Brad, absorbed in his blowjob, hadn't heard the door open, or Rebecca's footsteps as she padded up to them barefoot. She'd just returned from a refreshing dip in one of the resort's many swimming pools, and water still beaded her toned and tanned body. Her hair was still wet, swept back and cascading down her back. Brad, finally realizing they were no longer alone, sat up with a slight start, his eyes widening as he took in the form-fitting black string bikini she wore. It was cut to an absolute minimum and emphasized her tight body. Despite being slim, with a hint of a six-pack, Rebecca still managed to maintain a middling-sized pair of tits, which a few lucky boyfriends had discovered were still enough to manage an oily titfuck with. Grinning at his lascivious inspection, Rebecca twirled suddenly, giving Brad a glimpse of that legendary ass. "Damn, 'becka, you have the best behind in the business." She shrugged. "Is that what this invite is about, Brad? You think you can convince me to break off a piece of this for you?" Rebecca tilted her hips sexily and tapped her ass with one long-nailed finger. As she did so, Inga raised her head momentarily from Brad's cock, and turned her head to glance over with a slightly challenging look in her eyes. As though querying why Brad would want an 'amateur' when she, Inga, was on hand. Brad grimaced in displeasure as his cock flopped out of her mouth, and was about to speak when Rebecca stepped closer and got there first. "What's the matter, honey? You tired of sucking his dick?" She had her hands on her hips and a glint in her eye that Brad had never seen before. Inga's eyes went wide and her lips curved downwards slightly. "No, mistress, I just..." She shrugged and looked down. "...I wasn't... I mean..." Rebecca raised her eyebrows at her, and then glanced at Brad. "Brad, I thought you liked to keep on top of your girls. This one is a little sassy." She stepped closer, bending over and running a finger over Inga's lips. Straightening up, Rebecca looked over the blonde in a considering manner. Brad leaned back in his seat and smiled to himself, waiting to see how this panned out. He had no idea where this was going, and if it was going to end with him banging Rebecca, but either way he liked how it was shaping up - it was going to be interesting no matter what! He liked this side of his colleague. "She's a tight piece of ass, Brad, no doubt." Rebecca nodded. "Great rack, obviously knows her way around a cock. Yeah, I think she'll do. And she might benefit from a bit of a lesson in manners..." Brad raised his eyebrows. "Do for... What, exactly?" Rebecca smiled. "Well, hon, I want you to bend this slut over that chair you're sitting on, and I want you to put that big cock in her ass. I'm going to watch you bang her asshole until she can't sit down for a week, and squirt your load on her when you're done. If you do it real nice, then maybe I'll give you a shot at me.... How does that sound?" Brad cracked his knuckles and then clamped a hand around the back of Inga's neck, squeezing gently. He could feel her pulse racing under his hand. "Sounds pretty hot...." (Come back for more in part 4, when Rebecca teaches Brad how to get the most out of the hired help...) Three Days in Arcadia Ch. 04 Hal found Brad's room empty, with a pair of cute French maids doing a turn-down service. One was bent over, plumping up a pillow and revealing long fishnet-covered legs to Hal, while her busty partner appeared to be busily re-stocking a selection of special oils and lubricants in a bedside drawer. Under the bathrobe he'd thrown on Hal's cock twitched fitfully as he took in their tanned skin and lacy outfits, but the truth was that he still needed some more time to recuperate after being serviced by Mira and Kayla... it actually felt like he'd been wrung out and turned inside out by the girls' expert attentions. Giggling, the girls explained that 'Mr. Brad' had not returned and was still in 'Ms. Rebecca's' room. When Hal asked if they thought he would be interrupting anything if he swung by, the maids looked at each other and then merely shrugged. "Screw it," He thought to himself. "They say three's a crowd, but if it's really that hot and heavy over there then I can head back to the bar by myself." As he padded down the hall towards Rebecca's villa / suite combo, Hal became aware of quite a lot of noise ahead, mainly moans and grunts. The big double doors were slightly ajar, and he drew up short to take a quick peek through the gap. The almost animalistic sounds he'd heard made sense to him now, as he took in the scene before him. Brad was like a naked Hercules, his form rippling with muscle as he drove his hips hard against the woman bent over in front of him. Both of them were covered in a faint sheen of sweat, and clearly they'd been at it for some time. Nevertheless, Brad showed no signs of tiring, and he pounded away at her relentlessly, one hand with grip on his partner's golden hair, the other caressing her skin as he rode her. She was Hal's idea of Scandinavian perfection, with a pneumatic, almost cartoonist figure. Her sizeable breasts were mashed against the chair over which she had been bent, and she seemed to be pushing back against Brad's thrusting. Her heart-shaped ass was quivering under repeated impacts, and from time to time she would throw her head back and moan in abandon. Both of them were panting heavily, lost in passion. A few feet away stood Rebecca, also naked and running her hands over her breasts as she watched Brad in action. From time to time, when he gave the blonde's hair a particularly vicious tug, or when he would deliver a ringing slap to her arse with his free hand, Rebecca would nod in approval and egg him on. "That's it," She breathed "Give it to her. I know her type, Brad, and she's loving this. Practically creaming herself every five minutes from the buggering you're giving her." Rebecca stepped a little closer, cupping one of the blonde's heavy breasts and twisting her nipple a little cruelly. "You like that, don't you Inga?" The blonde turned her head to meet Rebecca's gaze, her eyes glazed with lust. "Uh...Uh..." She was still grunting rhythmically as Brad kept giving it to her. "Yes... I like it... In my ass... I like it when the guys take me hard..." Rebecca smiled, still rubbing her breasts and now playing with her own nipples. "I bet you do. You'd probably do this for free, wouldn't you, you dirty tramp? Even if you weren't basically a hooker for this place..." Inga moaned. "...I try to be good, to... Uh... Uh... Make guys respect me... But..." There seemed to be mingled shame and lust in her voice as she went on, "I just like it when they make me do what they want. Ever since I was in college, on the swim team, the guys would always get me alone and then fuck me in the showers. I tried to stop them at first, but then," She broke off to curse in Swedish as Brad gave her a series of particularly rapid thrusts, "...I just decided that I liked it too much." At that, Brad suddenly changed position and leaned even further forward into her, sandwiching her body between his torso and the armchair. Inga squealed as Brad's thick penis wormed its way even deeper up her ass. Her pink ring-piece, slick with sweat, spread automatically as Brad pressed, but it still fluttered tightly around his penis. This bitch was statuesque and probably turned more heads with her rack and her goddess-like features than her ass, but he'd been pleasantly surprised by exactly how much she seemed to like getting buggered. And whilst she wasn't the tightest he'd had, she was clenching down pretty nice on his cock. Actually Brad was unsure if he was going to have much left in him after this if Rebecca wanted to play around a little... Meanwhile, Rebecca had caught a glimpse of Hal through the double doors. His bathrobe was tented out in front now, his cock standing firmly at attention once more. "Hey, you might as well join the party," She laughed, beckoning him in. Hal came to stand behind Rebecca, and she surprised him by leaning back into him. He almost bit his tongue as he felt his cock, through the bathrobe, sit like a wedge between the cheeks of her ass. Even though she wasn't even consciously squeezing, he could feel the firmness of her ass against him, pressing his up and back against his belly. She was grinding herself against him, he realised, and the circular motion of her body against him suddenly sent a feeling of electricity through his groin. Although the amount of movement was relatively slight, the up-and-down brushing of her butt against his cock was amazing. "Brad here was going to service me, once I saw him work this Swedish slut over a bit," Rebecca whispered in his ear, tilting her head back. "But the truth is I think he'd more focused on her ass now than mine, can you believe that?" Hal groaned as Rebecca reached back with her left hand, gently undoing the belt of his robe and allowing his cock to slip free. The glistening head of his helmet grazed the smooth skin of her body, and the warmth and friction made him gasp. "Poor baby," Rebecca mocked. "Getting all hot under the collar? Let me help you with that, at least." Stepping a little to the side, she began tugging gently but firmly on his penis with her hands. She used a double-handed technique, creating a sort of moving tunnel with her palms and fingers through which his cock moved. The long strokes made Hal's breathing speed up almost immediately. It was a skilfully delivered handjob. Hardly comparable to the professional going-over he'd received from the Harem girls earlier on, but nevertheless the sheer hotness of the scene before him had jacked Hal up to boiling point. Both of them were focusing again on Brad and Inga as their frenetic performance seemed to be reaching a conclusion. Sweat was beading all over Inga's body as she continued to be buggered mercilessly. She was a quivering mess now, her knees trembling underneath her and his pussy trickling clear juices continuously as she felt the big penis pistoning in and out of her ass-hole. Inga couldn't recall getting such a thorough buggering on the Island. For anything remotely resembling the intensity of the hammering Brad had given her she had to go back to a semi-consensual encounter she'd had with a group of guys from her past. She'd once been pulled into men's bathroom in a nightclub, by a group of big North African immigrants whom she'd agreed to go for a drink with. She'd known them through a voluntary language exchange programme that had seemed like a nice way to give something back to the community. The group of guys had admired her big tits and flirty manner and decided that they wanted something altogether more intimate from her than mere Swedish lessons. They'd stripped her little black party dress off her despite her protestations, and seemed entirely uninterested when she'd protested about being buggered then and there over the sinks. A few Swedish guys come in and out while she was getting boned, but appeared to have assumed that Inga was totally into the whole thing. Which, sadly, she realised she had been (at the end, at least, when she'd orgasmed as the final penis squirted a big load into her ass). I guess it's just my nature, she thought to herself, through a haze of mingled pleasure and pain. Dimly, she was aware that the brunette that had talked Brad into banging her, Rebecca, was jerking off a new guy who had walked in. He was smaller than Brad, but still had a pleasantly thick cock. Detecting Inga's interest, Rebecca guided Hal closer, still masturbating him all the while. She eventually parked him within arm's reach of Inga, who looked up to see Hal's cock now pointing directly at her face. "Oh," She thought to herself... "She's going make him cum on me..." Hal closed his eyes and started trembling slightly. His whole body seemed to tense up and Rebecca crowed in delight as she felt his cock go momentarily even harder than it had been previously. She darted a wicked glance at Inga and swiped a thumb roughly over the tip of Hal's cock, where he appeared to be especially sensitive. That tipped him over the edge, and he grunted and thrust his hips forward, Rebecca angling the head of his cock at the Swede's face like a fire-hose. Despite a day filled with orgasms, Hal delivered yet again... Inga watched the little eye dead-centre of his penis seem to wink at her, shrinking and then gaping wide suddenly. A thick, pearly white rope of cum erupted towards her, like a line of confetti shot from a party-shop can. It splashed across her face like paint thrown by an expressionist artist, warm and salty and sending a shudder through her body. Rebecca's hands became slick with jizz as she continuing working her hands over Hal's penis, milking him for all he was worth. He shot what seemed like a half-pint of perfectly white semen out on the Scandinavian's face, most of it splattering off her lush lips. Inga's mouth opened and closed, and a good dollop squirted directly into her mouth as she groaned with lust. "Fucking slut, look at her getting off on being ridden by one guy while another dumps a load on her face," Rebecca marveled to herself, as Inga orgasmed, her whole body trembling and seeming to crumple onto the chair supporting her. Behind her, still balls deep in her clenching asshole, Brad was finally tiring and decided that now was as good a time as any. Huffing away, he felt her ass muscles milk him as she came, and upped his pace, thrusting hard and fast once again. But Inga seemed to be slipping into an almost mindless state following her heavy orgasm. Aftershocks were still trembling through her frame, her tits jiggling on her rib-cage each time. She could still feel Brad screwing her ass, but the sensations seemed to come to her almost through a haze. Hal's warm semen was already caking on her face, and she felt like she was about to pass out from the intensity of the last half hour's fucking. Brad, trying to finish, suddenly found his partner giving in totally to him and no longer thrusting back against him. Whilst her ass still clenching him tightly it felt like an uphill struggle to finish in her - like he was doing all the work. Rebecca, finally releasing Hal's drained penis, smeared her jizz-stained hands over his breasts and realized what was happening. "Oh, bloody hell. Do I have to do everything?" She rolled her eyes. "If she's playing games and making you do the work then you need to show her who's boss, Brad. She's not made of glass, so..." Brad's eyes widened as Rebecca stepped in close to Inga and suddenly punched her smartly in the lower back! The effect was instant. Inga's eyes filled with water and she squealed in surprise and pain, the unexpected impact causing her to immediately tense up.... ...Which meant that Brad's cock was suddenly seized by what felt like a massage machine. Inga's ass-muscles clenched and released and re-clenched him as her body spasmed from the impact of Rebecca's little donkey punch. He felt like he was being milked, llike her heart-shaped ass was massaging him. The pressure was intense, and the fact that Inga was trembling and pretty shaken up appealed to a the caveman in Brad. Grunting, he felt his orgasm come on him. Balls deep in the pretty Swede's ass, his cock twitched and throbbed and spat a constant stream of hot jizz. Inga moaned as she felt the hotness of it begin to fill her up. The punch from Rebecca had sucked, but in a weird way she kind of liked the way it had made her body squeeze hard on Brad. Now he was squirting into her like a man possessed, while his heavy torso folded over onto her. Brad was heavy enough that he more or less pinned her to the chair, mashing her tits flat. His cock was still weeping out the last of his load, buried inside her. Sighing from off to the side, Rebecca turned to Hal. "Well, that's that. He's not going to be any good to me for a while now." She shrugged. "There's always when we're back at work, though. At least I know he's got a dick that lives up to the rumors and has a bit of stamina." Hal, meanwhile, was admiring Inga, noting that despite the severe buggering she'd had, the mild mistreatment from Rebecca and the sticky load coating her face, she was still a knockout. "I wonder what it would take to hire Inga to come back with us... I don't know... As some kind of PA or secretary or something?" He mused. Brad, just coming around from his exertions, grinned. "I'm sure we can work something out. I've got a feeling that I could get used to having her around." He lifting himself off the blonde, gingerly pulling his penis out of her ass. Inga rubbed her butt and frowned slightly, but then grinned at them all. "I enjoyed that! Can we do it again?" Rebecca rolled her eyes. "I'll call HR an get them to draw up some kind of contract." THE END (...For now. What would you like in future stories? Tales of Inga's younger days in college? Something involving Brad's hot wife and her liaisons with various studs? Something featuring Rebecca? Let me know)