1 comments/ 47331 views/ 12 favorites All-inclusive with Benefits Ch. 01 By: dutchpantyraider We arrived Friday in the beginning of the afternoon at El Balneario Sabroso. My boss had sent me with my wife Emily to this posh resort on an tiny bounty island just of the coast of Florida. I'm an executive assistant to my boss, who's a member of the board of directors of our company. "Just consider it as a well earned long weekend off, all expenses paid. After the deals we've pulled off together, the long days you've been working, you deserve to wind down a bit with that adorable wife of yours. Hell, you could even consider this trip as fieldwork..." "I've been there myself a few times and I'm considering throwing a party there next fall for the entire company, when our enterprise exists ten years. That's including spouses off course. I would be glad to hear your opinion. We would have the entire complex to ourselves, but I'm not sure whether we could pull this off. It might be just a little bit too much for some. For it would surely stretch boundaries that might be a step too far for one or two employees. Anyway, just enjoy the ride and let me know..." The last note was addressed with a wide grin. I still had no idea what to expect. Off course I tried to find out more on the internet, but this mystic resort appeared to be just too exclusive to find any more details. A few days later we had received an invitation by mail. Included were two business class flight tickets, and directions on where to present ourselves. With the invitation came a list of items we were supposed to bring. It was a short welcoming note from the Sabroso resort which basically said to leave anything at home we would normally bring for a trip; all would be taken care of. Just bring as little as possible, but including good humour and a liberated mind.... The check-in procedure didn't take much time. "Welcome to our resort," the receptionist said. "Wow girlie, you might become a big hit around here. But now, first your check-inn. As this is your first visit here, you could find things other than you might expect. The best way to enjoy your stay with us is to keep an open mind. Don't judge what you see, hear or experience. Just taste everything that will come your way. Everything is taken care for. Your benefactor has met all the preliminary requirements. The obligatory medical qualifications and questionnaires have been sent in." "You will have suite number five. Everything else you might want to know will be filled in by Sam. She is the personal assistant that is appointed to you for this weekend." With that said a very adorable creature appeared, wearing a big smile and a tight fitting white bikini. Her olive coloured skin radiated warmth and fell smooth to the touch, as I would find out very soon. "Hi, you must be Emily and Maurice," she said with a firm handshake. A thick sweet fragrance danced around this angel. "My name is Samantha. Please follow me to your suite and we will settle you in." The girl was of medium length, had fairly small hips, smallish tits and her face had a strong bone structure. Her chin pointed straight out, and she had a long neck. The suite was very spacious. The centre piece was a supersized bed big enough for at least four people. On the other side was a big tub sunk in the floor. On a side table stood a cooler with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. Sam poured out the glasses and proposed a toast: "Here's to a lovely hot weekend!" "Wow, Sam, could I just get myself wet in that tub?" my Emily asked. "Yeah, sure Em, that's exactly the point." Emily just dropped her small summer dress to the floor and stepped out of her small black knickers. Now there were two things unlike my Em. Normally she would never behave so directly uninhibited around a stranger. Secondly, she had shaven her pubic hair. She was completely bald between her legs displaying her sex very openly. I must have been looking quizzically at her, for she said grinning: "Lori sent me a letter explaining what to expect and how to prepare myself." That was my boss Lori, always an eye for details, thinking ahead and never failing to consider anyone's feelings. "Maurice, you do not worry about your hard-on," Sam said directly to me. "We will take care of that very soon. And besides, you will notice the men around here wear their boners with pride. You better join Em now in the whirlpool." As I dropped my pants my cock pointed straight forward into the world. "Ah, you do have a nice big dick, mister!" Sam said. I sat down next to Em. She smiled at me and gave my cock a quick squeeze. Sam stepped down into the pool as well and sat at the other side of Em. "Why do you keep on your bikini?" Em asked her. "Well, that's a good question. Let me explain. I'm your personal assistant. It is my duty to serve the two of you. To make sure you enjoy yourselves. I show you your way around this place. I will stay with you as long as you stay here. We will share this suite together, this pool, the showers, the bed. You will be stuck with me your entire stay." My already stiff member grew at least another inch anticipating the prospects this heavenly creature just laid down. "This weekend will be filled with wild action, with fun, with games and little contests. You are invited to participate and do anything you feel like. But there is nothing you will have to do if you don't want to. If you will be obliged to do anything you really don't want, you can ask me to take your place. And you can ask me to participate in any action. Those are the main rules." "So you will take of your bathing suit if I ask you to," Em said. "You are a quick learner, handsome," Sam replied. "Would you than be so kind as to sit in between us and rub my slit for a while," my Em said bluntly. I simply couldn't believe what I heard. Did the atmosphere of this place do this to my modest girl, or had Lori given full detailed instructions in her letter. As Sam had stood up and now sat down between Em and me, I found my fingers creeping up this beautiful leg. Slowly my hand moved upwards until I was brushing the crotch of Sam's bikini bottom with my fingertips. My fingers smoothed over that heavenly bulge between her legs. My middle finger nudged itself between her outer lips, pushing the fabric of the gusset slightly into her slit. "Ah, your hubby is picking up as well," Sam cooed. "You're doing a good job. I like the way you caress my pussy. Nice and easy. " "It is good the two of you show no inhibitions. That's the way to be around here. You can have a perfectly good time here, as long as you let yourself go and enjoy what comes around. "Now tonight the festivities will begin in the restaurant with a little game of musical chairs. The winners, that is the man and woman who will be left as last, will be asked to perform together on the centre stage. If you should happen to win the game but do not want to perform, you could ask me to take your place. Otherwise you better make sure you don't win," Sam explained. Meanwhile she must have been rubbing my wife's pussy for Em had started to breath more heavily. Now she made panting sounds indicating a higher state of arousal. Gradually my baby worked to an orgasm. After another five minutes she came with high pitched shrieks. "Now I will give Maurice his welcome treatment. I suggest a head massage. Please get your butt out of the water and sit on the edge of the pool, mister." Sam got out of the water herself, but only to give Em and me our champagne glasses after refilling them. And she grabbed a bottle of some oily substance. Back in the water she applied a generous amount of fluid on her hand and she rubbed her hands together. With both hands she gave my rock-hard cock some rigorous pulls. She pulled my foreskin back and rubbed with her fingertips over the head of my dick. Than she started massaging my crown with only her fingertips. She held her fingers in a circle as if lifting an object. With her five fingers surrounding my gland she moved her right hand up and down, stimulating my sex. As I was about to shoot my load Sam grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand, and held it in a very strong grasp. She increased the pressure of her fingertips. The movement of her right hand became very rapid now. The pressure in my balls and dick surged up high very fast and within just a few seconds I had a massive orgasm. My sperm blasted out forcefully into the palm of Sam's hand. She used my spunk as an added lubricant and massaged the creamy substance into my cock and balls. As a thank-you gesture I pulled her face to my lips and gave her a tender kiss. Her smile became really radiant as my right hand found her crotch again and gave her some more slow rubs. As I reached the crack of her ass I found another hand there. Obviously my Emily was stimulating the buttocks and asshole of our assistant. What a thrill! "Well well, do we have two fast students here," Sam smiled. "Considering the two of you where in the blind as to what you've gotten yourselves into... I better explain a little. As you have probably figured out this resort is dedicated to sex. More precisely: to group sex. Most people come here regularly as a way of living. Others come to live out a dream." "As I've been told you were sent here by your boss. And you are here to find out if our resort is the place to celebrate with all your employees. Sounds interesting. To my knowledge we've never done that." "Tonight we start with a cocktail hour at 18.00. By then all guests will have arrived and settled in. Then there is a diner buffet at 20.00, followed by some games, and a beauty contest. There can be all sorts of frivolous little games people come up with, you know, these night can be quiet awesome. The dress code is free, which means preferably swimwear." --- --- --- The cocktail hour was really nice. There were in total 18 couples, totalling including PA's to some 50 people. Most PA's were nice young women between say 20 and 35, sporting tight bodies and fresh faces. Some of the guests apparently knew each other already, but most couples looked to be here for the first time. During conversations I found out that assistants were only assigned to new guests. The others were extra's, including some well hung studs. All staff wore white swim wear, most guests summer dresses, or other lightweight and open clothes. I got quit some peaks in and under those dresses, as well as an occasional feel. Most female guests apparently liked lingerie and sexy swimwear. Emily's small black thong wasn't out of place here. The extra's did spice up the atmosphere during dinner. And the veterans were eager to join in. For a dinner at a posh resort there was a lot of touching and semi-intimate contact. At the end a lot of smoothing and petting went on. The newbies grouped more or less together with their assistants, and mainly took in the sights. We wondered what the evening had in store. One of the extra's announced: "Dinner's over folks, it's party time! We will commence with a few games in about an hour. Now there is time to freshen up a bit." We left the restaurant with Sam and the couple from suite 6, Jennifer and Daniel. Their assistant Melanie suggested we should wear black swimwear. The resort offered a full range of clothes. The wardrobes in our suites was filled with mostly swimsuits, shorts and short dresses and skirts. We took a quick shower and had an amusing fitting session. It was incredible how completely at ease we all fell around each other in the nude. Back in the restaurant the tables were cleared away, and 17 chairs were put in a circle facing outwards. All the other chairs formed a large circle on the outside facing in for the audience. Within a matter of minutes all couples and assistants arrived back. Almost all the guests had changed into swimwear. Most wore small bikini's, some wore exotic high cut one-piece suits. All of them were tight and didn't leave much to the imagination. The men wore shorts and T's. "Welcome back, beloved guests," one of the male assistants addressed the room. "First we will play a little game to break the ice. Our opening game tonight is musical chairs. With this game you can get more acquainted to each other, and familiarize a little bit in a physically way as well." "In the middle you see a circle of 17 chairs. All male guests are invited to start walking along the chairs. You take a chair as soon as the music stops playing. One person will be dispelled from the game and can take a seat in the outer circle. And off course enjoy a drink and the view. Then the women will march along the sitting men, and claim a lap when the music stops again. One woman will fall out. Then we will repeat the proceedings with one chair less, and so on until one man and one woman will be left out in the middle." "The winners will be asked to perform together for our benefit, and their own off course, on the stage right here. You've probably already been told, but I want to make sure you all understand this: a winner may ask an assistant to perform on his or her behalf, if you might not feel up to your task." The game itself wasn't your ordinary children's play. Since the price was totally different the game was loaded with tension. As much as the drive to win was undoubtedly there, falling out didn't feel like losing either. When I was left with no chair, it even felt a little bit like a relieve somehow. Besides, this it was a game between consenting adults, knowing this was only the ante to probably a lot more. The weekend was still young, and this game offered a lot of opportunity for physical contact. The last chick happened to be Anyston, a veteran to the resort. Even if she didn't want to perform she didn't have an assistant to take her place. But since she had been there and had done that there was no question whether she would fulfil her duties. Her opposite was Marc, a newbie. A nicely hung young hunk, very eager to collect his earnings. As the chairs were put aside, a stage was rolled from the back to the middle of the room. The winning girl took off her clothes and took her position on all fours. After tasting Marc's weapon, she turned around and offered him her behind. Spreading her knees a little, she lowered her hips slightly to line her sex with the spear of her mate. After stepping out of his trunk and tugging his member for a few seconds Marc sloshed his fat dick up and down through Anyston's wet slit. He grabbed her hips and shoved his member into her waiting pussy. With one push he penetrated her to the hilt and started to fuck her with long deliberate strokes. She pushed back to meet his strokes. Their combined motions filled us onlookers with awe and the room with the smell of sex. As no one dared to speak one could only hear the sopping sounds their fucking produced and the heavy breathing of the two lucky winners. --- --- --- "We will take a break now. In thirty minutes we will have our beauty contest. Tonight there will be four categories. We will elect a miss Terrific Tits, a miss Perfect Pussy and a miss Blissful Butt. And we will have a Mister Cock contest as well. I will explain in half an hour," Chris announced. Chris was the veteran male assistant who played the role of master of ceremonies. "But first, get a drink at the bar, and probable most of you can do with a quick shower. We see you all back here in half an hour." "And one more thing: make sure you all wear swimwear provided by the resort. You'll find a wide selection in your wardrobe, if you hadn't noticed already. For the rest of tonight you should all wear bikinis or trunks marked with your suite number. So please check this!" To be continued ... All-inclusive with Benefits Ch. 02 The beauty contest was an hilarious event. In the middle of the room a stage was erected, mostly resembling a catwalk. First all the girls were asked to parade on the stage in their bikinis. Us men were invited to take a seat alongside the catwalk. Scorecards were handed out. Every guy got two of them. Each card consisted of 18 numbered rows. On top of the first card were items like shape, size, uprightness, firmness, squeezability, cleavage, nipple size, colour of nipples. The second card included hair trim, rise of mound, puffiness, openness, wetness, tightness, visible inner lips, clitoris. Both cards ended with two empty columns. During the first round of the contest we men just eyed our beautiful ladies. We observed the foxes from head to toe and from all sides as they paraded in front of us, up and down the runway. The heavenly delights were presented just a few feet away, our eyes level with the knees. Our viewing point allowed us to perceive the candy unhindered. I immensely enjoyed staring at the swellings hidden by the bikini bottoms. There was no voting yet, just enjoying the visual spectacle. The second round the girls were asked to remove their bikini tops. They had to parade one by one on the stage and take of their top in stripper fashion. Accompanied by a lot of laughter we all had good fun as the girls tried out their best dirty routine. When all the girls were bare-breasted, they had to sit down on the edge of the stage. I noticed all bottoms had a number embroidered to both sides. And indeed they were the suite numbers. The men revolved along the row of girls so we all had plenty of time to criticize the merchandise. To judge the racks we were allowed to touch, feel, pinch and grope as we pleased. We had to score our points on the first scorecard, according to the suite number. After the girls were led away, we had to finish our scoring by putting a ranking order in the last column. The second contest got underway. The girls came back on the stage together. Now they all wore red bikini tops, naturally again fitted with the suite numbers. The third round also started with a parade to heat things up, but now the girls were bottomless from the start. From our advantage sitting point we had plenty of time to admire the pussy galore as it paraded past our eyes. The abundance of delectable cunnies was a feast to the eye. They came in all sorts: natural, American and French wax, as well as Full Brazilians. Some very protruding with a distinctly bulging Mound of Venus. Others nearly flat but with fully swollen pronounced outer lips. I felt being in peeping heaven. For the fourth round the girls had to sit down on ottomans which were put on the edge of the stage. The same routine started. The men revolved again, now along the line of very exposed and glistening cunts. We were asked to commence with our judging work. And again we were encouraged to touch the commodities. We simply had to feel up the snatches to observe such qualities as wetness and tightness. And how do you criticize a clitoris other than by retracting its hood and try a little rubbing and pinching. Hell, I even nibbled on a few of those charming nubs! When we thought this round was nearly over, Chris told us to use the last but one column for the quality taste. So we had to go once again along the long row of snatches to get a sample. Every woman was treated with a lapping of her cunt by 18 obliging and very horny males. As the girls left us again we had to finish the scoring by again putting a ranking order in the last column. "Well done so far with the scoring, folks," Chris said. "John will collect your cards. The girls will now freshen up a bit, and we will keep them off the hook for a while. Time for us to get ready for the next contest. This will be the election of mister Cock. For this contest you have to get out of your shorts and sit down on the ottomans. Try to sit to the utmost edge, and then lay down on your back. A curtain will be drawn lengthwise across the stage. It will drape over your bellies, so the girls will not be distracted from their task at hand. Until the girls get back, you can make yourself presentable until we have to draw the curtain..." When the girls came back, they were greeted by a wild array of penises of all sorts in front of the curtain. Most were of average length, but some monsters and a few tiny ones were present as well. Without exception all were very erect examples of the male baby knocker. The scrotums were heavy loaded and ready for inspection. "What have we here!" Melanie, the assistant of our neighbours Jennifer and Daniel, let the way. The women came back into the restaurant, on the other side of the curtain. "I see the men are well prepared for our mister Cock election. Sam will hand out your scorecards. For this you can use the numbers you see in front of the stage. You will have exactly five minutes per cock. This means this contest will already take one and a half hour, so we have to be strict on your time slots. A perfect cock can stand up for this time easily, but if one might happen to falter, you are allowed to bring it back to attention by all means. You are free to do as you please, as long as you don't let him spill his ammunition!" A lot of giggling and laughter came from the other side of the curtain. But suddenly this became silent, and I felt how my dick twitched because warm breath stirred my member. A hand was placed on my right thigh, and fingers cautiously touched my dick. They became more daring as the minutes went by, and eventually they stroked my cock. The other hand left my leg and I felt how it cupped my balls. A whistle was blown and then the touching and caressing went on by another pair of hands. This went on and on. All hands touched my pecker, most played with my balls, and about half of them moved my foreskin up and down since my cock is not circumcised. What a thrill to be groped for so long by so many girls. After about an hour I nearly lost it, but I narrowly escaped. When the close inspection was over, there was a final parade to show our hardware in moving condition. Lying down does not put a dick to its full glory; it has to stand up, or point forward for that matter. First we had to put on a muscle shirt. Off course our suite number was printed on them. Our parading was met by a chorus of whistling and approving exclaims. After about five minutes of some heavy beat music there was a whistle as the music stopped. We were let off the catwalk and assembled at the bar. The girls had to fill out their scorecard, during which we were given bright red briefs to put on. When we were reunited again with our girls there was a break for some food and beverages. "Dear guests, you've all done very well thus far. We loved to see you all participate in our beauty contests. For as its always possible not to participate in a particular activity, for this part of our program it was impossible to be replaced by an assistant. Later on this will be a real possibility though. "The results will be proclaimed a little bit later on. First we will have to do some calculating. In the meantime we will dig into the richly buffet which will be served now. For now, let me explain a little about the prices of our contest... "The winners of the categories will not only receive their title, miss Terrific Tits, miss Perfect Pussy, miss Blissful Butt and mister Cock, but they will also be fitted with their very personal clothing. Here at El Balneario Sabroso we believe it to be a shame to keep out of sight the very best assets on the premises. We have designed our own line of clothing articles which enhance the best body parts. "Miss Terrific Tits will be fitted with a top which leaves the tits out in the open. This Sabroso TitTop© is especially designed to support the boobs and keep them upturned, although our miss Terrific Tits probably won't need that. Miss Blissful Butt will be fitted with our Sabroso ButtPants©. This bottom less pants does to the buttocks what the TitTop© does to the boobies. "Miss Perfect Pussy will be provided with a tight fitting hot pants which is open at the crotch. Not like your ordinary crotch less panties, which only simply misses the gusset. The Sabroso PussyPants© is a piece of genius with build-in supports. These put the pussy really on display. One of the supporters is a triangular plate situated between the legs, starting at the anus and ending near the beginning of the vagina. This little silicon devil rolls the pussy somewhat upwards and to the front. It makes the outer lips look more pronounced as well. You will see its dramatic effect later on. "For Mister Cock there will be a tight fitting short with a build-in cock ring, our famous Sabroso Short©. Through the ring the penis and the scrotum will be out in the open. And as with the PussyPants© there is a triangular support behind the scrotum. In combination with the cock ring this does a great job in shoving the package forward, and keeping it alive. "We do want the most beautiful parts admired, so the title winners will be obliged to wear these special items for the rest of the weekend. Or go without them altogether. Everyone is invited to enjoy the winning objects, so feel free to ogle them, caress them, feel them up, cherish them." To be continued ... All-inclusive with Benefits Ch. 03 After we all had enjoyed a fabulous cold buffet accompanied by nice wines, our next game was announced. "The next game is quiet similar to the musical chairs as we've played in the beginning of the evening. But this time it is probably better referred to as fucking chairs... ," Chris told us. A ring of chairs was put in a circle. The men were asked to take a seat. We then were told to get our cocks out in the open. The women were ordered to make our members stand up right. One male opted out of participating. His place was taken by a male assistant. Three females hesitated, among them the partner of the refusing male. Eventually she threw her head back as if saying "what the hack, I didn't come here to not participate" and joined in the action. "Participation is of free will, and here at our resort it is no shame to step down now or then. So, it is perfectly all right for you to take a seat, sit back and enjoy the show," Chris went on. "There are enough assistants around who are very willing to fill in any open space." The result was two females and one male who stepped down. They were provided with a refreshment and settled themselves on a settee facing the upcoming action. All the other girls grabbed a nearby cock and stroked it to full hardness. Some even used their mouth and sucked on their assigned prick. Mine was warmly caressed by the mouth of our neighbour Jennifer. Her hands played with my balls. As I looked to my right I saw that my Emily had taken care of Jennifer's hubby Daniel. Both girls smiled at each other as they warmed our maleness and made us look proud. When finally all dicks stood to attention, the girls were asked to stand up. "As soon as the music starts, you will pull your bottoms down and sit down astride on the lap of your partner. You may chose to do this facing your partner, or turned away." I couldn't keep my eyes of Jennifer's crotch as she slowly shoved the gusset of her bottom to one side, opened her lovely pussy lips with her other hand and lowered her cunt. She gyrated her hips slightly in anticipation to our merging. "You girls will have five minutes to please your partner. You may only touch the cock, and you may only do so with your pussy. So no more hand or mouth action from now on during this game. But otherwise you can do as you please: just rub your slit over his meat, tease the tip with your lips, or you can lower your lovely cunt all the way over his cock. "The purpose of your action will be to make him cum. When a man has spilled his juices, he will be out of the game. The girl who makes a man cum is not out of the game; the girl to her left will be out instead so the winning girl moves two places to the left, the others one place." A signal was given with a gong, and the music started. Jennifer got out of her short skirt, pulled the gusset of her briefs aside and impaled herself on my rock hard lancet right away. No teasing from this girl. All along the circle most girls did the same. Some tried a more modest shoving lengthwise over the penis with their pussy. Funny enough most men and girls, including myself, let out a deep sigh, the result of our anticipation to this moment. Jennifer's cunt was as bald as a babies. Her smooth pussy lips sucked my dick head inside of her sex. Slowly she sank her hips down, her cunt swallowing my cock. Her pussy felt really tight, holding on to my thick prick. Then she backed up, her inner lips clinging to my meat, all the way up until only my head was still captured by her pussy. She sank down again, impaling herself on my rod again. And then up again and down again until she had rooted me completely. Now she kept me all the way inside of her, gyrating her groin around my cock. Her cunt muscles kneaded my meat merciless. She felt like heaven. The allotted five minutes proved to be too short, although she managed to raise my excitement sky high. After five minutes we got a few minutes to recover. Then my Em moved on to assault my cock. She went to work straight away, plunged down on my cock and pumped her five minutes up and down fiercely. The extra incentive of new cunt was absent, so I managed to withstand this ordeal easily. My next opponent was the assistant who had replaced one of the girls who had chosen to abstain from this game. She showed a lot of experience and talent. Instead of fucking up and down on my shaft, she only massaged my cock head with her inner pussy lips. She moved her hips slightly from left to right making small rotating movements around the tip of my cock. Her cunt muscles kept the crown in a fierce vice. I only just managed to withstand her assault. I almost lost it there but I was saved by the bell. I was left panting in my chair, dreading that the few minutes interval would not get me through the next round. I didn't proof me wrong. Already two men were not so lucky; they both erupted during the third round, only seconds before the finish. The guy to the right of Daniel had lost his marbles. With a loud grunt he shot his load inside his fuck mate. His finish was greeted with applause from the audience, existing of the two girls and one man not participating, as well as the non-participating assistants. The girl, Roxanne, whoopied her victory. Rocking her man out of the game she had also dumped her girl next door. The poor thing to my right didn't get a change with my cock, at least not this time. Roxanne advanced two places making me her next victim. She wrapped her sex around my fuck stick, her butt against my tummy. Her inside was richly coated with the spending of her first victory, giving me five minutes of sloppy seconds. Her snug fitting well-lubricated fuck tool made for a perfect stimulus leaving me in complete agony. She bend her upper body forward, her hands clasping her knees, moving her hips up and down in a furious tempo. I could not get my eyes from her cunt as it glided up and down over my rod, pumping away like hell. The sperm of her previous guest started to leak from her cunt, seeping out from between her thick lips and my meat. With every down stroke another glob was forced out, leaving a pool of spunk around the base of my cock. White froth was coating my piston, as it pumped in and out of the sex-box of my adversary. Her lips were swollen from the overtime they were given. Halfway through the five minutes my left hand neighbour lost it to the assistant who had worked me up before. She no doubt went through the circle agonizing us men with her dickhead-teasing rotation competence. My neighbour shouted out his agony, spurting undoubtedly a huge load of sperm into the PA. This triggered some more men, for I heard two more shrieks from the circle and a round of applause and shouts of joy from the audience. Meanwhile the assault on my prick had become unbearable. The visual incentive of the humping butt added to the on-going physical stimulation made my balls go nuts. I felt my seed starting to boil and build up to an untenable pressure. No matter how I tried, my sperm forced itself up from my loins. With an amazing powerful orgasm it blasted me out of the game. I did not regret losing it, for I experienced an unforgettable orgasm. I deposited my spunk in four or five forceful spurts deep inside Roxanne's already well used passage. The interior of her cunt was now thoroughly coated with semen. As the girl stood up grinning, everybody could clearly see how full of shit she was, for my seed started dripping from her orifice immediately. I was met by smiling faces from the audience. Sammy, our assistant, winked me over and pulled me next to her on a settee. "Poor thing," she whispered, "but I'm sure you had a good time!" She got on her knees in front of me and cleaned the mess around my cock and in my groin with her mouth. Eventually I had to pull her head back, because my dick had enough stimulation for the time being. Meanwhile most participants had been taken out of the circle, and only two men were still left. One was a male assistant, the other a veteran guest. "The game will now go on uninterrupted. There will be no more intermissions, so we will witness how these four sex craved contestants will fuck until they meet their conclusion. Music please!" The beats from an electronic version of Ravels Bolero started and gradually became louder. The two vixens climbed upon their poles and started humping in sync with the music. Gradually they increased their tempo, and eventually the men came with thundering orgasms. As soon as the assistant reached his end, the girl riding him stood up, grabbed his penis and jerked him off until he had shot all his fluids. His sperm shot up high in the air, and landed mainly on the girls tits and face. The other couple stopped humping as well, and the winning man finally climaxed under the loud cheers from all around. His cries were partly from joy, partly from agony. He reached his Waterloo on the hands of a widely beaming and very happy looking Emily! How proud this made me feel! "There is still one contest left," Melany addressed the assembly. "We take a short sanitary break, after which the last battle will commence. The election procedure of our miss Blissful Butt." We men were given a third scorecard. This last card contained elements like shape, size, inclination, bulginess, firmness, cleft and penetrability. The contest was an hilarious event, or at least the beginning of it. All the girls were asked to bare their bottoms. Then they were told to drape themselves on the ottomans in such a way that showed off their behinds. It took quite some time, but after about ten minutes of fooling around and funny posing all the girls managed to get in more or less a position that put their butts high in the air. As the ottomans were still positioned on the edge of the stage, 18 very delectable asses were put on display in a long row. All the time the men had been seated in the chairs alongside the stage enjoying the hubbub. Now the female assistants went along the bare bottoms applying an oily substance on all of them and rubbing it in. They made a good job in making the bums shining and look very presentable. They were followed by the male assistants, who took their time rubbing the slippery fluid in between the buttocks. Concluding on the sounds coming from the stage our hosts definitely did more than just massage the buttocks. The excited sounds betrayed that our ladies were treated with a deep massage in between their bums. At last we were invited to inspect the asses. Witnessing the procedure thus far had made us men all recover from our earlier ordeal. Most of our briefs sported healthy bulges again. We had to give points for roundness and firmness, as well as shape and size. There was a break where all the points were collected, and after counting the votes six girls were left with the most points. To narrow the choice further down, these six vixens were put on display again. The stage was cleared of the ottomans. Now the girls left on the shelf were put on a special shaped piece of furniture. It slightly resembled an ottoman, but it was much higher. You could also see it as a stool, only with surface-dimensions resembling the torso. The upper side had a U-form, supporting the upper torso and the lateral parts of the abdomen. These 'inspection-stools' were fitted with fixable legs. First the girls had to stand upright against them. The legs of the stool were adjusted according to the girls length. Then her legs were buckled up to the furniture, spread out about two and a half feet. Next the girls had to bent at the waist in a corner of ninety degrees, lying the upper body horizontal on the upper side of the stool. Then the arms were put down pointing to the floor and buckled on the other legs of the contraption. Tied up to the contraption the last six lucky birds were unable to back out of the coming actions. Their entire groin area as well as the middle part of their tummies were available to our groping hands. And grope we did. Our main objective was to test the tightness of the assholes. But we tested also the wetness of the cunts, the accessibility of the back doors, the eagerness of the candidates. To her own astonishment, Helen, one of the girls who had declined participation in the game of fucking chairs, was voted miss Blissful Butt with an overwhelming majority. As Helen and the other five girls were freed from the inspection stools, two assistants game back with boxes containing the winning garments. The winners were announced. For the pussy-title there were two gals who ended ex aequo. Since one of them was the clear winner of the miss Terrific Tits title, the other was declared miss Perfect Pussy. Under loud roars of approval the title holders were fitted with their attire. A lot of cheering went on, and everybody congratulated the victors with their fate. And off course everybody wanted to caress the prizewinning assets. "We have a special award for miss Blissful Butt. Besides the fame and glory which befalls you Helen, and I must add that the Butt Pant© becomes you extremely well, we invite you to be our Butt Queen tomorrow night. You may decline this honour, but we expect to and count on you to share your gifted behind with us," Chris ended the honouring ceremony. To be continued ... All-inclusive with Benefits Ch. 04 The next morning Em and I awoke with Sam in between us, laying on her back. I lay on my left side, my left hand underneath Sam's right buttock, the fingers in her ass crack, My right hand cupped her left breast. Sam's right hand held on to my pecker, and her left hand was buried between Em's legs. Em had two fingers of her left hand inside Sam's pussy, her thumb against her clit. It was not clear who awoke first, but as we woke up, the movements of our hands and fingers stirred the others awake. Our awakening was a collective arousing. Lazily we enjoyed the early minutes of the day, lightly caressing each other. "Morning darlings," Em whispered. I had a real leisure sleep despite the excitements of the night before. "Good morning angels," I said. "Thanks for this peaceful sleepover. I must say I feel refurbished already." "And you should be," added Sam. "Today takes off where yesterday knocked off. But first there will be an extensive breakfast, so there's still some time left to get back in shape." We decided a quiet shower was at hand, without too much excitement. There would be enough action later on. We dressed in fresh swimwear, except for Em. She was obliged to wear her Sabroso TitTop©... and very proudly so! She beamed as she paraded her attire for our scrutinizing inspection. We admitted the top was amazing. Her fabulous tits were encased by black chintz. The C-cup boobs looked into the world majestically. They were by no means big hooters. Em had earned her title no doubt because of the tremendous firmness and youthful perky appearance of her bosom. Her boobs sit high on her chest, and are crowned with amazing big dark brown aureoles. They gradually rise to the tip, which end in prominent upturned nipples. "Well girl, will they get some attention today!" Sam said. "You should be prepared that they will not only be ogled a lot today, but also touched, caressed and pinched. Our guests here are always encouraged to relish in beauty, to swing around in sexual excitement. And since you're miss Terrific Tits this weekend quiet some of the attention will go to your breasts... And they are so inviting... they simply scream to be touched." Sam applied some oil on Em's titties, and gave them a light but thorough massage. The result was two warmed-up nicely shining tits, ready to be shown in public. --- --- --- "This morning there will be various workshops after breakfast. They all follow more or less the same lines: there is an introduction, discussion on the subject, demonstrations of the various methods, the do's en don't's, and then the participants can experiment themselves." "The workshops this weekend include anal, bondage including CBT, kama sutra and fuck machines. I will be at the CBT, so if you don't want to be seperated from me you should participate that one. Maurice, it's a nice workshop to experience if Cock-and-Ball-Torture does something for you. It's not your everyday something you end up some afternoon trying out..." "As for your field work this weekend: if you will visit us with your company, we probably start the Friday night more or less like last night. Musical chairs is always a nice game to start with. There can be a beauty contest. Maybe not for all women, but we could do that with only the girls who volunteer to participate. I would not recommend the game of fucking chairs we did last night. It is very well suited for a group of horny liberated people who know where they are getting themselves into. But with your company, the party will not be that way, at least not during the first evening." "What definitely will work is a blow-job contest. You probably wouldn't think so, but in every company there are always quite a few women who are really eager to perform. And who have the hots for their co-workers. You will be amazed how willing some of them will turn out to be to blow you on stage, right in front of the party. It's also a great opportunity for the ones who are not so eager or uninhibited. They can secretly admire their colleagues and enjoy the feasting of the uninhibited without participating themselves. They will unknowingly get heated up and be prepared for the days ahead." "Another great idea could be a quiz. It will work out just fine if it's done between teams. Then there will be penalties for failed questions or assignments. Sexual penalties off course. And because there are teams, we will always find volunteers to fulfil the penalties. The less uninhibited have again the possibility to observe and enjoy in secret." "As for the workshops I would definitely opt for kama sutra. We could throw in other workshops like lap dancing, pole dancing, striptease, sex toys or mutual masturbation techniques. Especial the last two are really good for inexperienced groups of people who already know each other, but who have not had sexual interactions yet. There's a lot of opportunity to talk about sex, and to experiment with sex in the presence of others. And to stretch boundaries along the way. There is no intercourse, so the sex is not too gross right away. But at the same time it will get really hot, and there will be orgasms." --- --- --- The breakfast was good. As expected, Em got a lot of attention. A lot more then Helen, or more precisely Helen's butt, and then miss Perfect Pussy and mister Cock. Only when they walked around their assets got admired. As for Em she got a lot of compliments and congrats, exhibiting her wares constantly on display as she did. After breakfast the workshops were announced. There was much interest for bondage and fuck machines. Because the groups could not be too big, the size of the groups was limited to ten participants each. Both workshops were split into two groups. I tried the bondage. "There are two sides to BDSM. Even two motives to participate in bondage. The most common one, and the motive you mostly hear or read about, is the desire to be submissive. The urge to be overpowered, the need to obey, to hand oneself over to the hands of a master. This motive touches the SM-side of BDSM. It's all about trust, and the relationship master-slave." "The other motive is the sexual thrill of being tied up. The sexuality which comes with the physical side of being forced into sexual action, not the psychological aspect of it. The enhancement of sexual bliss because you do not have control over the action. This motive is the BD-side of BDSM. It's about expanding experience and advancing boundaries." "The distinction between the two is not always clear. There is an in-between. Furthermore, the one exists because of the other. They can't exist without each other, they're not really separable. In this workshop we concentrate on the BD-part of BDSM. It's the mechanics of bondage, the enhancement of pleasure through restrictions." Discussed were the different possibilities in bondage. First we looked at the kinds of ropes to use and the different methods to tie someone. Then all kinds of toys were demonstrated for use in CBT, Cock and Ball Torture. We were offered a variety of novelties, ranging from different kind of cock and glans rings, to ball squeezers and stretching devices. I choose to be fitted with a ball bruiser. This is a set of two ball stretchers, broad metal rings which are placed around the scrotum between the balls and the body. The two rings are connected to each other with two spacer bolts. They are fixed in the ring closest to the body, and go through the second ring. With two small wheels in the second ring the distance between the two spacers can be increased. Every so many minutes Sam twisted the wheels a little bit. Our personal assistant more or less stayed at my side constantly, keeping an eye on my wellbeing. Eventually she stretched my scrotum to the utmost, leaving only an unbelievable small space for my marbles. They ached quiet a bit and looked amazingly taut and reddish. My cock pointed straight up and was more rigid as I ever imagined it could be. Two men were challenged into a weird game. They had to stand on a table, with their wrists cuffed above the head and upheld by a rope. The rope ran through a ring in the ceiling, and then down to a pulley fixed in the middle of the other mans table. From there the rope was fixed to a ball stretcher, a one inch thick metal ring secured around the other man's scrotum. A second rope was attached the other way round: from the second man's wrists to the first man's balls. A pull downward with the wrist cuffs resulted in a tug downward on the opponent's balls, which leads naturally to bending the knees to lessen the tension, thus pulling the arms down leading to a pull on the first mans scrotum. "Try to move as little as possible. Beware your own balls are on stake here, so an uncontrolled movement will cost you dearly!" an assistant advised. The trick was to reach some sort of an equilibrium, which in itself was troublesome because the ropes were really set leaving not much room for error. In the end it was an exercise in persistence of keeping the arms up high, en route stretching the scrotum to weird proportions. A fine example of ball torture... Meanwhile my own balls had gotten enough of their torture. The stretching had lasted quite some time now. Finally Sam freed me from the painful ball bruiser. She calmed my scrotum down with a nice massage using some soothing oil. Then she fitted me with a cock sling. The cock sling is a tight fitting thick cock ring worn around both the cock and the scrotum. A triangular formed tongue-like bulging pointing backwards massages the perineum, the sensitive area between the scrotum and the anus. This gives a constant sensation of being held firmly at the base of your cock, meanwhile presenting your package nicely forward. The massaging helps keeping you warmed up, and enhances the feeling of randiness. Finally, like most men I was fitted with a crown cap. This devilish hood was fitted to measure, enclosing the glans with a snug fit. A small little plug within the cap was forced into the urethral opening. In the process some lubricant was squirted into the urethra through the plug, securing a smooth and sure passage. Like magic my cock began to glow and tingle and twist through both a suction applied to the glans by the hood as well as a stimulus applied from within by the little peg. I don't know what it is exactly what the plug does, but it surely manages to give the dick an amazing treatment swelling it up considerably and forcing a colossal throbbing hard-on. The device, small as it appears, actually is an ingenious powerful wonder of science. As well as producing a huge erection, it manages to maintain this and keep you on the brink of sexual bliss for a very long time. Build-in sensors, both internal and external, do a magnificent job in reading the state of arousal and adjust the settings accordingly. Samantha showed me all its wonders, including the leakage ducts to accommodate the ejaculate flow after an orgasm. The apparatus even came with an absorption system to catch the sperm if so required. The handling of the device is done by a remote control. Walking around naked your cock has a mushroom like bumb at its end. After the weekend I wore the device several times, even underneath my clothes during normal working hours at the office. It's a wonder of lewdness. To conclude the workshop a female volunteer was gagged and tied up hogtied-style. For demonstration purposes. She was put on top of a table, her belly down, her butt up in the air. After shutting her up with a ball-gag, her head was pulled up with a nose clamp. The clamp had two hooks which were put into her nostrils. Attached to the clamp was a rope which went over her head to her back, where it was bound onto a big surgical steel hook which was put into her butthole. The length of the rope was such that she had to keep both her head and butt sticking up high in the air. Her wrists and her elbows were tied together, the arms behind her back. Her legs were solidly bound together as well, the lower leg firmly against the upper leg, bent double at the knees, leaving her feet against her butt. Then the knees were pulled out off each other with ropes which were tied to the back legs of the table. The arse up in the air with one hole stuffed left the other hole open to our viewing pleasures. Besides this all the others present were invited to caress her cunt, to measure her wetness, to diddle her clit. Our ministrations left the poor girl panting from arousal. After about half an hour of this even a light touch made her winch and pulling on her ropes. The ball gag was replaced with a whitehead gag, a mouth spreader, leaving her mouth open gaping wide. Combined with the nose clamp this made her eyes tear open wide, as if she was begging for our seed. The girls were then asked to keep fingering her cunt. The men were asked to feed her with their cocks. The men who could no longer control themselves were allowed to shoot their sperm into her gaping mouth. Not only her mouth was filled, but also her nostrils, leaving the girl well soiled with hot spunk all over her face and hair. After this interesting workshop, I had my crown cap replaced and the settings put to mild, ensuring a gradual but slow build-up of sexual tension, priming me for the events to come. After lunch Em and Jennifer went off with Sam and Mel to a fitting session. The resort provided the girls with a similar gadget as the crown cap. The female variant encapsulated the clitoris and the outer labia. For a perfect fit the covering was custom made. A mould was made from which the cap was cast, thus ensuring a perfect fit. The gadget is a vacuum pump, vibrator and suction device in one. The cover is made from some transparent synthetic material. Inside the cover is a small orifice which encases the clit itself. This tube like detail sucks itself in place securely before starting to work on its prisoner. Meanwhile a protruding plug is inserted into the vagina, filling the love canal up and massaging its walls from within. A special corded section ensures stimulating of the g-spot. As with the male crown cap this female apparatus is fitted out with sensors to keep track of the induced effects. After installing the thing Em and I exchanged our remotes and adjusted our new gadgets to a mild but constant buzzing to help keeping us warmed up. The rest of the afternoon was filled with light action, including relaxing at the poolside, and exchanging experiences with our neighbours Jennifer and Daniel and the PA's Sam and Mel. To be continued ... All-inclusive with Benefits Ch. 05 That Saturday night there was the special price to collect by Helen, our miss Blissful Butt. Apart from her title and the Sabroso ButtPant© she received the other day, she was invited to be our Butt Queen of the night. Helen was invited to share her gifted behind with the rest of us. Chris asked her if she was prepared to collect her price. She hesitantly confirmed, not knowing what exactly was to come. Some assistants came forward and helped in putting Helen up on the stage. She was tied up again on an inspection stool, just as she had been fixed the night before. She ended again draped over the high ottoman, her feet spread apart and buckled to the front legs of the stool, her arms tied up to the other side of the furniture. And since the top of the stool had a U-form, her entire groin area as well as the middle part of her tummy was exposed again. Her butt pointing up invitingly, Helen's behind was on display for us all to admire. Tied up to the contraption again there was no way she was going to back off. Chicken-out was no option. Chris got a bottle of lubricant, applied a generous amount in between Helen's ass cheeks, and massaged the lube thoroughly into her crack. He took his time in applying the grease all over her glorious behind and in every fold. After pushing the slide shit into her hole he began stretching her sphincter with his fingers. Then he started to feed his thick cock to the girls backdoor. He slapped her butt for good measure, leaving red streaks where his fingers had landed on the very firm globes. Helen really did have a set of magnificent orbs, the ones most men drool over when following them in the street. And that is fully clothed, mind you. Out in the open, the way they were created in the first place, they were the paramount examples of how dream-booty should look like. Eye-candy made in heaven. They started where her very long legs ended. After fully grounding his rod into the intestines of Helen, Chris stayed there for a while. His fingers wandered to her underside and massaged first the slit and then the clit of the poor girl. She writhed against her restrains. His assault was a very composed one. He stayed grounded for a long time, his loins flat against her buttocks. The penetration aided in stretching Helen's arse. Meanwhile Chris massaged her abdomen, as well as her back, her behind and her shoulders. Her body became a boiling hot fuck-pot, her skin hot to the touch. After some ten minutes of this stand still, Chris slowly pulled back his stick from the oven. "Okay boys, lets fill our butt-queen up to the brim," Chris announced. "She's all primed and ready now, so lets all pay her our respect!" The male assistants and the male guests lined up on the stage, and one by one they put Helen's butt to the test. Some used her mouth to warm their rods before sticking them into her hot mitten. Some female assistants stepped onto the stage as well in order to assist in preparing the cocks for the job. With these fluff girls at hand, there was no problem in getting us men erect and ready. Since Helen's butt was so high from the floor, starting where her very long legs ended, steps in different sizes were ready to level the height difference. Most men used one or the other step to get their dick up where they had to put it: inside Helen's backdoor. Time after time her rectum was stretched to the fullest, and her bowls filled with hot fuck meat. The men all deposited their thick loads of spunk deep inside Helen's belly. No matter how thick the cock, every single one disappeared without too much trouble because of the generous amount of sperm which worked as added lubricant. Every single man filled her up, Helen's behind was visited by all the assistants and male guests, including me. It was surely a good butt to worship. We had voted the right bottom, for it not only looked amazingly perfect, it also felt a close fit and remained nice and tight. In spite of her slippery inside, my prick got a good workout. Her anus enveloped my dick perfectly and strongly. I felt like a well-oiled rod in a slick piston. As the men before me, I lost it in this boiling hot shit pit. My rod was merciless mauled in this smoking hot cock crusher from hell. I lasted only some five minutes, and then I exploded in a quivering orgasm, pumping my seed deep inside Helen's bowls. Some women felt left out. They asked for the other inspection stools to be put on the stage as well. The other five stools were set up in no time and five volunteers were strapped into place. The men who had worshipped Helen's butt gathered around the new arrivals. The girls mouths were silenced immediately by putting a cock inside. They sucked on the wilting erections as if their lives were at stake. Many hands stroked the naked bodies of the willing girls. We stroked the crotches and we kneaded the buttocks, gradually heating their bodies to boiling temperature. When the first men had recovered their strength, they shoved their hard-on's deep inside the dripping cunts. And since we all had reached an orgasm shortly, it was not a problem that we were diluted from one to five girls. The assistants acting as fluff girls kept up their now even more urgent labour. In a mighty effort we fulfilled our task of plugging the craving girls, so they reached shattering orgasms. Since the girls had asked for it, and they had been tied up and secured to their fate by free will, they were left in position. No matter how much they pleaded to be released, they stayed tied up to their stools. For a few hours we used their delights as we pleased. Over and over again their pussies were stuffed and taken advantage off. And now that their butts were so invitingly turned upwards, we invaded the tight brown holes as well. Off course they could have known what was coming their way. Didn't they first witness Helen's fate before opting to be tied up as well? So all we did was give to them what they really wanted. Maybe they had not anticipated to be put to our unfettered pleasure for such a prolonged time. But what could we do? Presented with five additional very delectable behinds we had to take advantage and put those rectums to good use. Like most men present I did all of them eventually. That is, plunging in those anal cavities. I only managed two more orgasms, one coating a yummy backside, and the other buried deep inside the sizzling rectal abyss of Roxanne. And only after 'my' Mel had done a great job in restoring my strength. After my last orgasm Mel and I joined Em again. We settled down in a more quiet corner in the bar area. "Maurice, I don't know if this could work, with your office I mean," Em said. "A beauty contest for those who want to participate, and even some workshops, I can see that. But this? An anal gangbang... get serious! This surely is way over the top! Don't you think we could do something more, more... " "... more ordinary your mean," Sam cut in. "I understand your reaction, Em. We could do all sort of things, it has not necessary to be like tonight. But let me tell you, you would be surprised what really could happen. For instance I'm sure if I would have told you yesterday afternoon that all men on the premises would participate in an anal gangbang tonight, you would not have believed me." "You do have a point there Sam. But wouldn't you say this is way too much for an office party?" "No, I don't agree with you on that. From experience we know pretty well how a group of colleagues will react. First of all, there is a gradual build-up to tonight. The first game we played yesterday has a low impact. The beauty contest can be pretty hot, but it could be limited to people who opt to participate. And miss Blissful Butt could have opted out of being our Butt Queen. The fact that she participated willingly is mostly the result of the same development and group momentum that will occur with your colleagues." "The expansion with five extra girls made tonight more lecherous and overwhelming. If there's only one Butt Queen surrounded by the majority of the present males, the other women won't get the detailed picture. We could even diverse their attention by presenting mister Cock at the same time." "You would be amazed how cock-crazed a bunch of women can be if they're given the opportunity to feast on a perfect example. And in our resort without fear of any consequences. Give them unlimited time to touch and fondle a flawless cock with completely clean shaven balls, they will all go berserk. Most probably there would be a fight over who may get the first taste or give the first blow-job. Even more so if mister Cock happens to be an acquaintance. Someone who until then they only knew as their colleague, that handsome and considerate man all admire in secrecy, although none would admit it. He's the man that most female colleagues have the hots for and causes the damp panties in the office." I got us a new bottle of chardonnay from the bar and refilled the glasses. "I toast to that. Salud!" Sam went on and turned her description to Lori, my superior: "Lori's husband is one of the proprietors of this resort. They have been busy developing a program for company outings, and feel confident that it can stand the test now. Your company is in fact the last real test case. All ingredients have been tried before, but never as a whole package with an entire enterprise during a whole weekend. The time has come to put the cake to the test." "And would you believe your chief was a Butt Queen here? I know for a fact that she is dying to be gangbanged by all her subordinates, witnessed by all their spouses. I see this happening in the very near future..."