Not ready to go inside, I drop my bikini on the table, then light two of the torches to provide ample light to see by. Once they’re burning, I lay my towel out on one of the lounge chairs and relax. It’s my last night here; I might as well enjoy myself a little.
I think back on the men who’d been down by the water and I find myself fantasizing about them watching me. The idea turns me on, which then has my hand trailing down between my legs, my fingers grazing my pussy. I can almost picture them walking up on the deck and watching as I play with myself.
They know that I see them and the fact that I don’t send them away seems to make them bolder. They slowly make their way up to the deck but don’t approach me directly. They keep their distance, watching as my fingers dip deep into my pussy before returning to my clit.
Thanks to the light from the torches, I can see the outlines of their cocks through their shorts. It makes my arousal burn hotter, the thought of watching them stroke their own cocks while I play with myself.
“Why don’t you move closer,” I say in the sweetest voice possible. “Pull up a chair.”
Only one man moves closer and my gaze trails to him. He doesn’t move quickly, obviously trying not to scare me. But the thing is, the longer they stand there, the more I wish they would all move closer. The idea of having their lust directed at me is making my pussy wet, my nipples overly sensitive.
“Don’t stop,” the closest man says as I moan, my hand pausing in its quest for relief. “Let us watch.”
I meet his eyes and whisper, “I don’t want you to watch.”
“No?” He doesn’t sound as though he believes me, and I can’t blame him since I haven’t asked them to leave.
“No,” I admit.
“Then what would you rather we do?”
I glance from one man to the next, finally stopping to meet the gaze of the man closest to me.
“Personally, I’d rather have you tie me up and do whatever you want.”
“Is that so?”
I nod.
The closest man glances over his shoulder, seemingly seeking the input of the others. I can see their interest; it’s reflected in the desire burning brightly in their eyes.
When he turns back to face me, the man smirks. “We won’t be gentle,” he admits.
I smile. “I don’t want gentle.” I pause for effect, shoving my fingers deep into my pussy. “I just want to be fucked. Hard.”
“Hey, sweet girl, it’s time to eat.”
I looked up to see Sir watching me. Crap. I wasn’t finished.
“I’m not done,” I told him. There was so much more I wanted to add, like how the four of them descended upon me, roughly taking me in every way possible until…
“That’s all the time you get, I’m afraid.”
Glancing back down at the notebook, I sighed. At least I’d left off at a perfect place for them to pick up should they decide to indulge my fantasy.
“Bring it to me,” Sir insisted. “And let’s go eat.”
Feeling both excitement and a slight amount of fear, I handed Sir what I’d written. He didn’t bother to read it, choosing to head into the dining room. He passed the notebook to Master before holding out my chair.
“This smells delicious.” I took it all in, from the place settings to the exquisite food decorating the table. “So, who’s the master chef in this group?”
“That would be me,” Ben admitted.
“It’s true,” Justin agreed. “Although I can hold my own, I don’t hold a candle to Ben.”
I noticed that Ben seemed pleased by the praise from his master. I couldn’t blame him.
While I was dishing food onto my plate, I noticed Master start to read my story. Embarrassment flooded me as I thought about what he might think of me for having a fantasy like that. Part of me was ashamed that I would possibly enjoy the idea of being manhandled by strangers. However, I had to admit that I wasn’t turned on by the fact that there would be strangers who would touch me. It was the idea of my masters playing out this fantasy that did it for me.
It didn’t take long for Master to finish and his expression never changed. He then handed the notebook to Sir. The four of them passed it around as they ate and read, leaving me to watch them. I think they knew that my anxiety level was rising as I watched. Perhaps that was what they were aiming for, I didn’t know for sure.
However, what I did know was that after dinner, my masters dismissed me to go down to the beach after Sir delivered a bikini that he’d obviously found in my dresser back at my apartment. It was the black one I had yet to wear because of how skimpy it was.
“Go change, then go down to the water’s edge. There’s a towel on the back deck.”
“Does this mean we’ll be acting out my fantasy?”
Sir smirked. “I expect the performance of your life.”
I giggled, feeling both anxious and excited as I grabbed the bikini and headed for the bathroom to change.
“Oh, and pet?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember your safeword. There’s a fair chance you might need it.”
A tremor danced down my spine and my belly fluttered at the thought.
Fourteen
BECAUSE IT WAS ALREADY LATE, the sun had set, but it looked as though someone had the forethought to place a couple of torches down on the beach to provide light. I laid out my towel and got comfortable, relaxing as the water gently rolled up onto the sand. I had no idea how long I laid there like that, but it was long enough for me to get completely relaxed before I heard someone talking.
I glanced over to my left and noticed two men. One of them was Justin, the other could’ve been either Sir or Master. I was unable to tell from this distance. They were standing by the water, several yards away, not paying me any attention.
The fact that they were there was enough to make my pussy clench with excitement. Remembering my fantasy, I decided now was the perfect time to remove my bikini top. The breeze was strong, caressing my skin and making my nipples harden into points. Then again, it could’ve been my excitement that did it.
I waited a few minutes as I lay on my belly, carefree and lighthearted as I kicked my feet in the air, pretending not to notice that the men were there. Feeling brave, I then unhooked my bottoms and tossed them with my top. It felt delightfully wicked to be outside naked like this. Although it was a private island, it still felt as though someone might see me at any time and that made it feel exceedingly naughty.
While I lay there, enjoying the gentle lapping of the waves, I heard more people talking and I peered over my shoulder to see Ben and either Master or Sir—again, I couldn’t tell who was who—walking slowly past.
“Cute little ass.”
I recognized that voice. It was definitely Sir.
I grinned playfully, pretending that it was completely normal for me to be naked and alone on the beach.
They continued to walk a little ways away, but then Sir stopped.
“I’ll be right back,” he told Ben. “I’m gonna…go talk to her.”
I tried not to giggle, loving the way he was giving my fantasy a life of its own.
“Hey,” he said, sounding slightly hesitant—a definite difference from how he normally sounded. He was obviously in character. Since he was wearing a pair of swim shorts and no shirt, I didn’t mind this character at all.
“Hi.” I reached for the towel to cover myself, but he tsked me.
“No need to cover up,” Sir stated. “It’s a very nice view from where I stand.”
I smiled shyly, which I didn’t have to pretend.
When he took a seat a few feet away, I found myself watching him closely. I wasn’t sure which direction this was going, but I was pleasantly surprised by the improvisation.
“You stayin’ nearby?” he asked, making small talk.
“I am. Rented a place for the week.” I pointed behind me. “Right up that way.”
“How long are you here for?”
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bsp; Brushing my hair over my shoulder, I kept my breasts covered by remaining on my belly. “Just until tomorrow. It’s time to head back to the real world.”
“You do any sight-seeing while you were here?”
“Not much, no. I thought I’d meet more people, but I’m realizing not many people go to the beach for Christmas.”
Sir nodded toward the others. “My buddies and I headed down for a few days.” He tilted his head in the opposite direction of the house. “We’ve got a place not too far from here, but the beach isn’t as nice, so we thought we’d wander down this way.”
I feigned a yawn and then covered my mouth. “I’m so sorry. It looks as though it’s past my bedtime.”
The expression on his face looked like real disappointment. “No worries. We were just gonna head back ourselves.”
When I sat up, I grabbed the towel in an effort to keep as much of myself covered as I could. Sir got to his feet, then held out his hand and helped me to my feet.
“Thank you,” I said coyly. “That was very sweet of you.”
As I positioned the towel, Sir’s hand brushed against my nipple, making it instantly pebble. He made it appear accidental, but I had to wonder.
“Well…” I held the towel a little more securely and reached down to get my bathing suit. “It was nice chatting.” I glanced over at the others. “Have a safe trip home.”
“You do the same.”
As I started up toward the house, I glanced over my shoulder, noticing he was watching me. I gave him a flirtatious wave, then continued toward my destination, spotting the lit torches they’d set up around the space.
Once on the deck, I placed my towel on one of the chairs and then took a seat. I didn’t have to pretend to be turned on. I most definitely was. My hands wandered over my breasts, my belly, then lower, easing between my thighs.
I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Justin watching me. He’d come halfway up the stairs but stopped, his hand gripping the rail. He looked as though he was holding himself back.
Our gazes locked and I continued my efforts to tease myself, not rushing. The man looked delicious without a shirt and I realized it was the first time I’d seen him this relaxed.
“Deeper,” he said, his voice gruff.
“What?” I acted as though I was confused.
“Push your fingers deeper into your pussy.”
Feigning outrage, I narrowed my eyes at him and pulled my hand back. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to.”
“You,” he snapped.
Just when I was going to refute him, the other three men walked up. None of them stepped onto the deck, but four sets of eyes zeroed in on me.
Sir was the one to step closer. “Don’t mind him,” he said. “He’s just a little…excited. Not often do we see such a lovely creature in all her naked glory.”
I’d stopped teasing myself, but my hand still rested on my mound.
“Please, don’t mind us,” Sir stated. “We just want to see a beautiful woman give herself the appropriate attention.”
“And what do you consider appropriate?” I countered. I purposely looked at Justin from time to time, as though making sure he hadn’t moved closer.
Sir nodded toward the chair beside me. “May I?”
I gave him a reluctant nod.
Sir didn’t rush upon me, instead slowly making his way to the chair. He didn’t immediately sit either, but his eyes never left mine. “Please continue.”
“What makes you think I want to?” I asked with a huff.
His eyes dropped to my breasts. “I’d say you’re quite fond of being an exhibitionist.”
I glanced down at my nipples and gave a shrug. “It’s cold out here.” It was a lie. It certainly wasn’t cold.
Sir smirked. “Well, we can warm you up.”
My eyes widened as the other three moved closer, all three of them now on the deck. I didn’t know who to look at first.
“Little girl, you’re getting in over your head,” Justin said, his tone still rough but not quite as harsh as earlier.
“You don’t know me,” I quipped. “Maybe I like to live on the edge.”
Justin’s blond eyebrow lifted. “Prove it. Fuck your cunt with two fingers.”
The command in his tone had me sitting back, my lust skyrocketing. I was definitely enjoying the game. The ability to be bratty and to push them was erotic.
Figuring I would have to give in sometime, I spread my legs wide, then pushed two fingers inside me. Of course, the friction caused me to moan.
“I could take over for you if you’d like,” Sir offered sweetly.
I gave him a shy nod, encouraging him.
“Is that what you want?” he inquired with a devilish smirk. “Does the naughty beach brat want to give up control?”
“Maybe,” I said meekly, glancing up at each of them from beneath my lashes. “It’s just…it’s been so long.”
“Since…?” Master asked, moving even closer.
“Since I had a man please me,” I admitted.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Not many men know how to…give me what I need.”
“And what is it you need?” Sir questioned.
I let the question hang in the air for a second as I glanced from one man to the other. I pretended to be hesitant about how I wanted to answer. Before replying, I bit my lower lip. “I…uh…I like it rough.”
“Are you sure about that, little girl?” Justin asked, still playing the sexy villain.
“I’m sure.”
“You want it rough, we can give it to you rough.”
Before I could say anything else, Master and Sir pounced on me. They each grabbed one arm, then dropped the chair so that the lounger was lying flat. Rough hands positioned my arms above my head, holding me securely. I expected them to tie me down, but they didn’t. Still playing my part, I attempted to wiggle out of their hold.
When Justin straddled my hips and pressed his weight down on me, I stilled, staring up at him. The man was so incredibly sexy and the idea of him manhandling me was so hot I couldn’t hide my desire for him.
He crudely grabbed my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples. I cried out as pain shot through me, but he didn’t stop. I tried to jerk away, but he planted his hand on my ribs and held me still, continuing to punish my breasts before he pushed his finger into my mouth.
I bit down but purposely kept from hurting him. After all, I really did want to play.
Justin gripped my cheeks hard, holding my mouth. “Bad little girls need to have a cock put in their mouths. Why don’t you give her a taste, pup?”
My eyes widened when Ben moved over me, standing over my chest, his feet planted on each side of the chair, blocking my view of Justin. He was naked, his cock thick and hard as he stroked it in his fist. He smiled down at me. “Open wide.”
I was about to argue, but he took advantage, shoving his cock in when I opened my mouth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling hard enough to send pain lancing through my scalp. I yelped, but he continued to roughly fuck my mouth.
It was amazing and exactly what I needed.
I heard the rustle of clothes around me and assumed my bosses were all stripping down. Then there were more hands on me, shifting my legs back and exposing my pussy. I was suddenly impaled by someone’s cock, but I couldn’t see who because Ben was blocking my view.
“My turn,” Master growled.
Ben pulled his cock from my mouth and moved away, but I didn’t have much time to draw in air because Master was taking his place, shoving his dick in, and gripping my hair in the same manner.
I sucked him, unable to help myself. This was exciting.
“Be a good girl,” he growled. “Suck me hard while my brother fucks that pretty little pussy.”
Well, at least I knew who was fucking me.
I was so caught up in pleasuring him I didn’t notice at first that Sir had retreated and I was being shift
ed. Then there was a hard body beneath me. It wasn’t until Justin growled in my ear that I realized it was him, his arms coming around me, his hands roughly cupping my breasts.
“Gonna take one in every hole, aren’t you, little girl?”
I couldn’t speak because Master continued to fuck my mouth. His grip on my hair didn’t let up as he pushed his cock deeper. For several minutes, he slowed, pushing in as deep as he could, filling my throat before sliding back out. I could see the lust burning in his eyes, knew he was enjoying this role playing as much as I was.
I felt someone dribbling lube on my ass, then something thick penetrated me, pushing in. I cried out, the sound muffled by Master’s cock. My ass was stretched impossibly full, but I didn’t have time to think about it when another cock pushed into my pussy. Then three men began fucking me, filling all my holes. They weren’t gentle and it only took seconds before my first orgasm pummeled me.
Master removed his cock from my mouth and allowed me to catch my breath. However, he wasn’t patient, shoving back inside while staring into my eyes.
“She’s gonna take four cocks,” Sir announced. “Four cocks fucking this sweet little body.”
“You think you can handle four?” Justin asked, his tone still incensed as he continued to play the part.
I shook my head, but Master quickly stopped the movement.
“You can do it,” Master crooned. “Be a good little girl and take all our cocks at once. Maybe if you’re nice, we’ll even let you come again.”
Considering I only had three holes and they were all full, I wasn’t sure what they were planning, but I knew it was going to involve at least a little discomfort. Probably a lot. Strangely enough, I was excited about the prospect of them pushing me beyond my limits.
There was movement as bodies shifted, then I felt more pressure as I was soon forced to take another cock in my pussy.
Holy fuck.
I had two cocks in my pussy and one in my ass. I felt as though I was going to be torn in two. It was too much. Part of me was grateful that they hadn’t attempted to double fill my ass. It was already difficult enough having one in there.
Master’s gaze was fixed on my face and I could tell he was trying to ensure I was okay.
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