by Claudia Daye
He had been acting strangely, not his normal polite and charming self, but Olivia couldn’t hold that against him. It was probably the strenuous journey, the recycled air on the plane, and the heat here that had him not quite himself. She knew that he’d be the Bill she knew, the one with the sparkling smile, tonight when they had their drink together. And finally, her love story would unfold.
Since the only clothes she had was her thick sweater better suited for Nebraska, she went down to the hotel boutique to find something more appropriate to wear. The sales lady helped her pick out a blue, strapless sun dress adorned with a pattern of red tropical flowers. Looking in the mirror, she wished her skin wasn’t so pale, her legs so short, and her waist so thick.
Bill can look past my imperfections. He’s a man of character and integrity, she thought, turning to the side in the mirror. She pulled down the dress, showing more of her cleavage, then paid for the dress and wore it out.
That night, the bar wasn’t as romantic as she’d imagined. It wasn’t outdoor, on the beach, and lit with paper lanterns. It was just the bar in the hotel lobby filled with weary business people hunched over whiskey. Bill wore the same outfit from before, and he seemed tired, not quite himself.
Still, it was the same, marvelous Bill she knew from work, and it didn’t matter where they were, as long as she was with him. Olivia ordered a martini with a twist of lemon and Bill ordered a domestic light beer.
“Nice dress,” Bill said.
“Thanks,” Olivia said. “All I had to wear was the same clothes I traveled in. So I thought I’d get something new.”
Bill took a long pull of his beer. “I hope they get my luggage here soon. I don’t want to waste money on new clothes I don’t need.”
Olivia took a stinging sip of her martini. “You have such good taste in clothing. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to buy just any old thing.”
“I’ve had the same clothes for years. My last girlfriend. She was way into fashion. She talked me into buying all those expensive clothes. That’s why I’m not buying anything else for as long as I live.”
Olivia giggled. Bill gave her a serious, puzzled look, and she stopped giggling.
“Looks like a basketball team’s staying here,” Bill said, gesturing to several tall men walking through the lobby.
“I did see signs for some kind of tournament,” Olivia said.
Bill belched. Olivia jumped from surprise.
“I always thought I’d play baseball,” Bill said. “Not stuck behind a desk. Sometimes I think my ties are going to strangle me.”
Olivia didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t seem to be joking, so she didn’t laugh.
“So, do you like to cook?” Olivia asked.
Bill turned to her. He seemed to be having some trouble focusing. It was clear he’d been drinking long before they’d met at the lobby bar. “No,” he said. “I’ve got to hit the head.” He chugged the last of his beer, then walked off towards the bathroom.
Olivia fiddled with the lemon twist in her martini.Okay,she thought.He’s still probably just tired.
How could a man as sophisticated as Bill act this way? Was it that his work personality and real personality were different entities?
Olivia took the last swallow of her martini, then ordered another.
Maybe I’m not with the man of my dreams,she conceded.But I can still get laid.
The noise level in the bar rose suddenly. Olivia looked around and saw that the basketball players had entered. There were at least ten of them. They were all tall, lean, and muscular. She watched their large hands as they gripped their drinks. The bartender brought her second martini. She took a large swallow.I definitely need to get laid tonight,she thought.
“Hi.”
Olivia jumped, then turned to see a woman sitting next to her. She was short, with mousy brown hair.
“Hi,” Olivia said, figuring it was lonely traveler.
“I’m Anne,” she said. “Are you here for business or pleasure?”
“Business,” Olivia said. “What about you?”
“Oh, I live here,” Anne said.
“Do locals usually hang out in hotel bars?”
“Only to meet clients,” Anne said.
Olivia regarded her as she sipped her martini. This Anne was far too humble looking to be a prostitute. “What do you mean clients?”
“I was a scientist back in the states. Then, I invented something, an elixir. It was too special to put on the market and have it corrupted, so I went into business for myself.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Olivia asked.
“Because you are my target market. I can tell. I’m very good at picking out people like you, because you’re just like me.”
When will Bill get back and get this crazy lady away from me?Olivia thought. “So, what does this elixir do?” she asked, humoring her new friend.
“Did you ever wish you could have any man you wanted?” Anne asked.
“Of course. Who hasn’t?”
“My elixir can give you that. Look around this room, at all these athletes. You could have your pick of them. Or all of them,” Anne said.
“Actually, I’m here with someone,” Olivia said. “He’s just gone to the bathroom.”
“You mean him?” Anne said, pointing towards the bar entrance.
Olivia turned and saw Bill standing precariously close to a woman with long legs wearing a low cut top.Now she looks like a prostitute,Olivia thought.
Turning back to Anne, Olivia was suddenly angry with her. “How do I know you’re not some crazy person trying to sell me poison?”
Anne smiled with her brows lowered, then pulled a small vial from her purse.
“Watch,” she said.
Anne pulled the cap from the vial, then poured the liquid inside into her own drink. She swirled the cup around, the ice clinking against the glass, then brought it to her mouth and tipped it back. When the glass was empty, Anne wiped her mouth, staring right into Olivia’s eyes.
“Now what?” Olivia said, still skeptical.
“Just watch. Can I get you another drink?”
Olivia glanced back to Bill. He had his wallet out and was handing bills over to his new acquaintance.
“Sure, why not,” Olivia said.
“Bartender?” Anne said, and ordered another Olivia another martini.
The new drink was nearly gone, and nothing had happened. Anne sat calmly beside her, a tranquil expression on her face.
“Is this going to take much longer?” Olivia asked. Suddenly the thought of a warm comfortable bed was calling to her.
“Almost,” Anne said.
Olivia squinted. Something was different about this woman’s face. Her snub nose was now elegant and perfectly formed. And didn’t she have brown eyes? Now they looked blue.
“Did they change the lighting in here?” Olivia asked.
Anne pursed her lips and shook her head. As her brown hair tousled back and forth, it grew longer and lighter, as if she was shaking off her mousy, stringy brown hair. Olivia closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, then opened them again. Anne’s entire body was different. Lean, golden brown legs dangled from her stool. Her large bosom brushed up against the edge of the bar.
“Do I look different?” Anne said.
Olivia nodded her head dumbly.
“The elixir has started to take hold.”
Anne stood from the barstool, revealing her new bimbo body in all its glory. Long blonde hair cascaded down her back. She had beautifully pouty lips and perfectly shaped eyes. Her breasts were huge, her waist tiny, her legs long and glorious. Every head in the bar turned her way.
Olivia had seen all she needed to see, and Bill was a distant memory.
“How much?” Olivia asked.
Anne’s gorgeous lips smiled.
Olivia stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining the tiny vial of liquid she just purchased for an exorbitant amount of money. She looked at herself in t
he mirror, her washed out complexion, the strings of flyaway hairs that floated around her head, and her eyes. They were the eyes of a woman who desperately needed to get laid.
“Bottoms up,” she said, screwing the top off of the vial and pouring the contents down her throat. The taste was horribly bitter. She choked and coughed as it went down. Once she got control of herself, her eyes were watering.
What have I done?she thought.I just ingested something I bought from a stranger. That whole thing could have been an illusion.
She leaned against the granite counter tops, wondering if she should make herself sick.
I could stick my finger down my throat,she thought.It’s not too late. Or I could stick a huge cock down my throat. That would do the trick.
Yes, a huge cock in my pussy, and another in my ass. Mmmm....
Olivia’s rational mind jolted to attention. What had she been thinking? Looking back into the mirror, she saw that her features were changing. She grazed her fingertips over her high cheekbones. Before her very eyes, her hair grew longer and blonder. When she looked down, she cried in delight. Her tits were huge and straining against the strapless dress she wore. Reaching down to grab them, she found they were pert and firm.
The dress fit different on her now. Her legs were longer, so it was quite a bit shorter. When she walked the hem came up, showing the bottom of her ass. The old Olivia would have been worried sick about walking through the lobby so scantily clad. But the new Olivia didn’t have time to worry. She only had one thing on her mind; cock. And she knew where she could find ten of them.
As she emerged from the restroom, the entire bar turned to stare at her. She walked with long strides over to a table of basketball players, her skirt riding up higher and higher. Three tall men sat at one table. They looked up at her, their eyes widened in awe.
“Hi,” Olivia said. “I was wondering if you could help me.”
A player with dark hair and dark complexion leaned forward on his elbows. He spoke with a Russian accent. “Anything for a beautiful lady,” he said.
“Oh, good. Hold on just a second.” Olivia couldn’t stand wearing her panties anymore. She reached up under her skirt and pulled them down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she gave the basketball team full view of her cleanly shaven pussy.
“That’s better,” Olivia said, not bothering to pull her dress back down. “What I need is cocks, big cocks, to fuck me every way imaginable.”
“Is this some kind of joke?” the Russian player said. “Are we on the Candid Camera?”
Olivia shook her head. “No, this is no joke. Please, my need is urgent.”
Frustrated by her desire, Olivia reached between her legs, slipping two fingers into her wet slit, and began rubbing her clit.
“Phew,” she said, still rubbing. “But I still need more. I need every one of my holes filled. I need to be covered in cum.”
The basketball players stared at her, shocked. The Russian man took a deep breath, trying to gather his composure. “It would be our pleasure, miss.” As he got up from the table, the rest of the basketball players did the same. “Please, follow me. We have reserved a VIP cabana.”
The cabana was on the beach, just a few steps away from the hotel. When she saw it, Olivia knew she was in the Hawaii she always imagined. Tiki lights flickered in the darkness, illuminating the wicker furniture under a canopy of white fabric. In the distance, the ocean roared.
The Russian basketball player took her by the hand and led her to a couch in the middle of the cabana. From there, she got a good look at her team. There were ten of them. Six were black, four white. They were all incredibly tall. Olivia bit her lips in excitement as she studied their massive feet and hands. They licked their lips as they watched her squirm in anticipation.
“Undress,” the Russian said.
Eagerly, Olivia stood. She smiled at them as she slowly lowered her dress over her massive tits. Once they were freed, all ten pairs of eyes were on them. She teased them a little by taking them in her hands and squeezing them together. Then, she pulled the dress the rest of the way down until it crumpled at her feet.
The tiki lights flickered off of her naked body. She stood there, panting, waiting for them. Two players approached her, one black, and one white. They stood on either side of her. Olivia giggled as she placed a hand on each one of their chests, then ran a trail down their stomachs to below their waists, where she found their huge hardening cocks straining against their shorts of slick fabric.
The black player gasped, reaching out to cup her breasts. The white player ground his crotch into her hand, then bent down to taste her nipple. His warm, wet mouth on her sensitive nipple made in her groan. In response, the black player reached down, rubbing the opening of her slit. He smiled when he felt how wet she was.
The two men led her back to the couch, where she got onto all fours. The black player stood in front of her, the white player behind her. She wrapped her hand around the thick black cock, salivating at the thought of putting it in her mouth. Behind her, the white player slipped his fingers between her pussy lips, playing in her wetness and spreading it around. Olivia moaned every time his fingers fluttered over her clit.
Licking her lips, she grasped the black cock with one hand, then led the large head into her mouth. She felt the corners of her mouth stretching as the shaft went further down her throat. It was only halfway in and her eyes were beginning to water and she was having trouble breathing. But Olivia loved it. She shoved the cock further in until she’d taken the whole thing in her mouth. The black player grabbed her hair as she ran her wet mouth up and down.
Behind her, the white player had three fingers at the entrance of her pussy hole, then suddenly thrust them in all at once. Olivia screamed, her voice muffled by the dick in her mouth.
“Do you like it hard?” the white player asked.
“Yes,” Olivia tried to say through the black cock.
“Do you like it rough?”
“Yes!”
With that, the white player thrust his fingers into her with the strength of his whole arm behind it. The pain along with the pleasure was delicious.This is just what I needed,Olivia thought.To be used up completely.
The white player continued to finger her hard as she sucked that big black cock. The black player let out a low grown as Olivia felt a large amount of cum unload into her mouth. The taste was salty and sweet. She let the sticky liquid roll around her tongue.
The pleasure in her pussy was tremendous as the white player fingered her. She ground her hips back into his hand as she started to feel herself losing control. She wailed loudly into the ocean air as the orgasm pulsated through her body. Her knees were weak with pleasure. She almost collapsed down onto the couch but the basketball player held her up.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, plunging his cock into her.
Olivia screamed with pleasure as he wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. Suddenly, another cock appeared in front of her. It was white, thick, and long with a slight curve. Hungrily, she took it in her mouth, sucking it voraciously.
As she was fucked from behind with another huge cock in her mouth, a few other basketball players stood around, reaching underneath her to grab her huge tits and slap her ass. Without warning, the player fucking her pulled his cock out of her pussy, and immediately plunged it into her tight asshole, shoving it all the way inside.
The old Olivia had never considered being fucked in the ass, but the new Olivia loved it, wondering why she’d waited so long. There was pain initially, but as he pounded into her, a deep, dark pleasure began to swell.
She sucked the dick in her mouth even more eagerly, relishing the way the head hit the back of her throat. After his cum sprayed all over her mouth and tits, the player fucking her ass placed both hands on her shoulders, pounding into her as hard as he could. He reached around under her and grabbed her tits, moaning into her ear. Olivia sighed feeling the warm cum fill her ass. When he withdrew fro
m her, the cum dripped out of her onto the couch below.
She barely had time to recover before another player sat on the couch beside her, grabbed her, and lowered her now gaping ass down onto his cock. His large black hands cupped her breasts as expertly as if they were basketballs. She ground her hips down on his cock. He was much larger than the cock she had before, and Olivia loved the feeling of being stretched out anew.
Another player crouched in front of her, holding his cock in his hand. Olivia was filled with desire as she watched him shove his cock into her pussy. She was sandwiched between the two men, filled with both of their cocks.
She turned her head and found another basketball player standing on the couch beside her holding his cock out for her to see. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he shoved his cock into her open mouth. He fucked her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat.
As the cocks banged into her ass, pussy, and mouth, Olivia became delirious with pleasure. She felt like she was losing control of her body. All three men unloaded their seed into her at once, causing her to collapse into orgasm.
When they withdrew from her, cum dripped out of every orifice. She laid back on the couch, swirling her fingers in her cum drenched pussy. The Russian sat beside her, running his fingers through her hair.
“My dear, have you had enough?” he asked.
Olivia smiled. Her body was still weak from pleasure. Yet she wanted more. She shook her head.
“We’ll get you taken care of right away.”
The Russian stood, extending his hand to her, which she took. He led her to a post at the edge of the cabana. A rope sat curled on the ground beside it. Olivia allowed him to tie her hands together then bind them to the post so they were over her head. The Russian caressed her exposed breasts. As he trailed his fingertips down her toned stomach to the top of her slit, Olivia bit her lip, whimpering. Relief came when he shoved two fingers inside of her and began to roughly massage her g-spot.
