All Inclusive

Based on a true story.

(Brief mention of marijuana use)

“Hey, Rose!”

I turned at the sound of my name. The sun was so bright here, I instantly reached for my sunglasses. Coming from snowy Iowa, I wasn’t used to the warm island heat at the all-inclusive resort.

Cole, my boyfriend’s best friend, waved me over. In no big rush, I grabbed a drink from the bar before I made my way over, draining it entirely before I reached him. I was going to get my money’s worth out of this vacation. Since it had turned into a vacation for one.

“So he really didn’t come, huh?” Cole asked once I reached him. Noticing my empty glass, he handed me another drink and I took it gratefully. “Yeah,” I replied. “We had this huge fight about it,” I told him. Looking sympathetic, Cole signaled the bartender to start on the next round.

Two days before we were scheduled to fly out, my boyfriend, Tyler, got a DUI and can’t leave the state until the charge is resolved. He wanted me to stay with him, missing out on thousands of dollars already spent on this all-inclusive resort vacation, since it’s nonrefundable so close to departure. He and four of his closest friends had planned this for over a year. I was invited since each dude got a plus one, and I was looking forward to a relaxing vacation after working hard for months. I told him I was still going, and he did not like that. Which lead to me leaving him to stew in his own mess, I was going to get my money’s worth. What kind of guy drinks and drives anyway? I was determined to forget him. With the help of all the free drinks.

“Where are the others?” I looked around, but only spotted some of the other guys.

Cole looked nervous. “Well, uh, it turns out you’re the only girl here. In our group I mean. The other ladies couldn’t make it.”

“What happened?”

“Miles’ girl insists she’s pregnant.”

“What’s this? Again?” I asked, trying hard not to roll my eyes. This was not the first time his girlfriend either thought she was pregnant or faked a pregnancy. To be honest, the group was a little sick of it by now.

“Yeah, so she is staying away from alcohol, and is staying home. Like you, Miles said ‘fuck that’ and left her there.”

“Are they broken up?” I asked, curious. Miles and Vicky had been on-and-off for a year or two. I didn’t know what he saw in her. He was hot, and she was super high maintenance.

“I don’t think so, but they’re both pretty pissed at each other.”

“Ok, what about the others?”

“Nick’s fiancé was never coming, remember? She’s scared of flying. So he’s here solo. And Charlie found out that his girl was cheating on him.”

“Yikes.” I felt for him, but I wasn’t sure how comfortable I was being the only girl. I was already tipsy and Cole was looking even hotter than the last time I saw him. His biceps had filled out, and it suited him really well.

“Don’t worry,” he noticed my uncertainty. “We’re going to still make sure you have a great time!” He said enthusiastically.

“Wait, what happened to your girl? Melina?”

He looked away, “we’ll need more shots for that.”

I couldn’t agree more, so all I said was, “amen.”

I purposely packed my skimpiest bikinis, hoping Tyler would see the photos and get jealous. I felt a twinge of regret now, surrounded by some of his friends, most of which were hotter than he was. But, with the more drinks I consumed, I figured that he’d be even more jealous if he saw me wearing them around his friends. Either way, I wanted to get tan and it’s not like I brought any other swimsuits.

After dropping my stuff off in the luxury room I’d now be sleeping in alone, I headed straight for the poolside bar where I saw the guys (Cole, Miles, Charlie, and Nick) taking shots. Miles–who I considered the hottest of the group after Cole–had a set of waterproof playing cards out and was teasing the rest of the men into playing drinking games.

Apparently, Cole had filled the guys in on the Tyler situation, because the only comment when I got up to the pool was, “damn, Rose! Did you get hotter?” from Miles. I smiled and made him scooch over for me to slip into the pool. Seeing as we were a group of (mostly) single young adults at a legitimate couple’s resort, we had a completely different vibe going on, and had a whole pool section to ourselves, surrounded by exotic plants that offered us even more privacy. We dove right into drinking games, and were soon getting really rowdy.

“Rose!” Nick shouted my name on his way back from the bar. I noticed he couldn’t help but skim his eyes up and down my body. Yeah, this guy had a fiancé, but he wasn’t blind. “I have more shots!”

“Oh! These ones look tasty!” I tilted back an opened my throat for the colorful, fruity shooter. Despite the number of drinks, I shivered in my string bikini. We had been in the water a long time. “I’m getting in the hot tub!” I announced.

No one else was in there, probably having been scared off by our drunken, loud antics. I dipped my toe in, and it was shockingly hot! I yanked it out, but overbalanced and almost fell in. Flailing, I knew I was about to plunge straight into the hot tub, and while it wasn’t going to hurt, it was going to be extremely embarrassing in front of the guys. I was saved from falling in however, by someone’s strong hands steadying me and pulling me back upright.

I gasped and looked up. Cole was smirking down at me. His dark hair was in stark contrast to his deep blue eyes, and it was mesmerizing. Several heartbeats went by before I broke eye contact. It felt a little too long. He let me go, and we both settled into the hot tub.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a little too tipsy, I guess. I haven’t stood up in a while.”

“You might want to slow down,” he suggested.

“I know, but whenever I think about Tyler and our fight, I want to drink more. Might as well, right? It’s included in the package, and we paid for two.” I emphasized this by grabbing his drink and taking a sip. It was surprisingly delicious and fruity.

“What is this?”

“A Sex on the Beach.”

I almost choked on the drink. I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him. I flushed red, and I hoped that if noticed, he’d think it was the heat from the jacuzzi.

“It’s really good,” was (lamely) all I could think of to say.

He signaled to one of the servers, always walking around and looking for whoever needed more drinks. He ordered another for himself and one for me.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked as we waited for the drinks. I knew he meant the Tyler situation.

“Not really, I know he’s your friend.”

“Yeah, but he’s a fucking idiot. Drinking and driving is so stupid. He could lose his license and his job, in addition to all the money you two spent on this trip.”

“Well, I don’t plan on wasting it,” I said, taking the drink the waiter offered when he returned. I took a sip, and Cole couldn’t take his eyes off my lips, I could tell. I was horny as hell–Tyler was still in jail for the stupid DUI when I left–so it had been a while since I had gotten laid. And considering our relationship was in flux… I really wanted it. I had always had a thing for Cole, he was flirty and forward, but I’ve had to tamp it down over the months.

But I couldn’t quite close the gap between us and kiss him. I knew he wanted it, and I could tell that he knew that I wanted it. He was waiting for a signal. But needed a few more drinks first, my inhibitions weren’t quite free yet.

I took a big gulp of the Sex on the Beach, breaking the moment. “Where are the other guys?” I asked, noticing we were still alone.

“They’re still in the pool. I told them to, uh, give us a minute.”

I gave him a side glance.

“In case you needed to talk, that is.” He quickly added.

I laughed. “Yeah, right!”

Miles’ voice carried over from the pool. “Hey, quit hogging all the boobs! I have shots! Come play drinking games!”

I splashed out of the hot tub and Cole–looking a little reluctant–soon followed. I saw the guys had some kind of inflatable table and had set up the cards. Miles had the shots lined up outside the pool.

“Truth or Dare?” Miles suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

I laughed out right. “Isn’t that a little childish?”

“How about strip poker then?” Nick asked.

“Truth or Dare sounds just fine thank you,” I quickly interjected before strip poker got out of hand. We already didn’t have many clothes on.

“Ok here are the rules,” Miles explained. “You each get three strikes, or three shots. You can pass on a Truth or a Dare, but you have to take a shot. So, once you take three shots, you lose!”

Cole looked intrigued. “What do I get if I win?”

“Bragging rights?” Charlie suggested. I smiled at him. While handsome, Charlie was not the most creative of the bunch.

“I have an idea,” Cole looked mischievous. He leapt out of the pool to grab something from his bag. “Whoever wins,” he said, taunting us, “gets this.” He whipped something out from behind his back. It was a huge joint.

The guys hooted and clapped. “Where did you even get that?” I asked, reluctantly impressed.

“It’s easy down here. Come on, Rose, you saying you’ve never tried weed?”

“If I smoke that whole thing, I’d fall asleep within seconds!”

“I never said you had to smoke the whole thing, Rose. You can always share.” He winked again, but with the support of the majority of the gang, the joint was put up as the prize. I didn’t care, that just meant there was no pressure to win. I’d have a hit or two, but that thing was huge, and I didn’t trust these guys not to draw a mustache on my face if I passed out around them. They were huge pranksters. I know none of them would go further than that if I passed out, but I’d be taking heat from the prank for the rest of the trip.

“Shouldn’t the loser have to have some sort of punishment as well?” Cole asked, and I swear, he shot a glance at me, as if predicting I’d balk under the Truths and Dares they’d ask of me.

“Agreed!” Said Nick, who seemed to think of himself as master of the games.

“Loser has to pee in the ocean?” Charlie again suggested un-creatively.

I instantly turned red. All eyes swung my way. “I thought it was okay! They told me it was allowed!”

They all burst out laughing. Cole slapped me on the back, still trying to control his laughter. “It is, it’s fine, Rose. We’re just laughing at how red your face got!”

“Who is this mysterious ‘they’ that told you about peeing in oceans?” Nick pointed out. I just groaned.

After a little more laughter at my expense, they finally got around to the fact that Charlie actually suggested peeing in the ocean as a punishment and started to tease him about how lame it was.

“I got it!” Miles perked up. “Loser has to streak!”

“No way!” I protested. “You’d all gang up on me, I’d lose for sure!”

“Ok how about this,” Miles tried one more time. “If you lose, you only have to take off your top or your bottoms. You don’t have to go fully naked.”

I considered for a minute. It still didn’t sound fair, and it didn’t prevent them from ganging up on me Before I could respond, Cole pushed a drink into my hand, encouraged me to take a sip, and while my mouth was occupied, he said, “she’s in!”

Before I could protest, Miles graciously said, “and just so you know we’re playing fair, we’ll let you go first! Pick whoever you want.”

“Charlie,” I had debated a bit, but as the first person to request a Truth or a Dare from someone, it was a lot of pressure. I wanted to start things off easy, to set the tone on a playful note.

Charlie looked a bit nervous, but after some encouragement from Nick, he chose Dare.

“I dare you to pee in the ocean.”

Miles almost dropped his drink; he was laughing so hard at Charlie’s face.

“I, uh, don’t have to go right now.” Now everyone was laughing at how red Charlie’s face was getting. While attractive, he hadn’t spent enough time in the sun yet to darken his pale skin tone. And he blushed easy.

“Ok, well when you do have to go, you go in the ocean, or you take a shot.”

Charlie was going to have a long night trying to hold it.

The night grew rowdier and rowdier. After my first Dare, Charlie dared Nick to moon the bartender, which he did proudly. The bartender, being a man, was not as pleased, but considering this was a couple’s resort, I’m sure he has seen worse, because he handled it with grace. When Nick asked Miles, he chose Truth.

“So… Is your girlfriend really pregnant?”

“News flash: no!” He laughed. Vicky’s constant pregnancy fakes and other drama were a routine joke amongst the guys, I could see. Tyler had mentioned it a few times, but I didn’t want to think about Tyler at all right now.

“So, what,” I interjected, “she let thousands of dollars go down the drain because she thinks she’s pregnant? Did the test come back positive or something?”

“No, that’s the thing. She didn’t even take a test. It’s just her instincts or whatever.” I could tell Miles was fighting hard not to roll his eyes. “She’s late, and she’s convinced.”

“How many times has she been convinced though, Nick?” I could tell Cole asked it in a rhetorical way. It was clear they all knew she’s done this many times.

“Three.” He reluctantly admitted.

“Don’t you use condoms?” I asked. The alcohol was getting to my head a little, I was not expecting to be openly talking about sex with a bunch of dudes on this trip.

“Yes, but she still freaks out. She texted me an hour ago that she just got her period. I swear, she’s looking for something to be stressed about. It’s almost nice not to have her on this trip.” The group got a little quiet at that, it was clear Miles was getting drunk too. Hoping to distract Miles from realizing that his comment was basically an insult to his girlfriend, I jumped in. “Ok Miles, it’s your turn to ask someone!”

“Alright, Rose. Truth or Dare?”

I was feeling pretty uninhibited at this point, and chose Dare.

“I dare you to light up that joint and take the first puff.”

I looked over at Cole for permission. There was something in his gaze… it was like he was relishing me asking for permission, and relishing making me wait. After a few moments, he signaled me over. “Since our little Rose here said she can’t smoke the whole thing anyway, I guess it’s alright to light it up now and give her a little taste.”

I had smoked a few times before, but not recently. Still, a joint was much easier for me to handle than a pipe. I lit it, inhaled probably a little too much, and blew it all in Miles’ face.

“Now we both get to be high,” I laughed. All thoughts of Miles’ girlfriend’s pregnancy scare disappeared with the sweet smell of marijuana. Despite that it was only a dare for me, the rest of the guys took a hit each before putting it out, to be smoked by the winner later. When all the coughing was done, I dared Nick to go to the bathroom, get hard, and send a dick pic to his fiancé, who was still stuck statewide, due to her fear of flying. Honestly, I was just trying to get him to take a shot, but to my surprise, he didn’t back down. He said he missed her anyways. While he was gone, Charlie finally couldn’t hold it any longer, and rushed to the ocean.

“Remember, you can’t just pee off the side of the dock! You have to be submerged!” I yelled after him, giggling.

This left me alone between Miles and Cole.

“Damn, it’s really too bad we didn’t play strip poker, eh Cole?” He shot Cole a meaningful glance. It wasn’t hard to interpret. I playfully nudged both of them.

Cole didn’t answer Miles, but instead turned to me. “Rose, Truth or Dare?”

“Isn’t it Nick’s turn? And he isn’t back yet.”

“This is just for fun! Just for us. Come on.”

Rising to the challenge, I chose Dare.

“I dare you to take off your top.”

Miles hooted. “Now I see! Strip Truth or Dare is a genius idea.”

“Dude, she’s not going to do it,” Cole said, looking me in the eye. “She’s going to end up taking her first shot. The first shot of the game.”

I wanted so badly to prove them wrong, and what the hell? We were in an honest to God paradise, I was drunk, high, and surrounded by super-hot guys. I know I’ve had fantasies about this very scenario. Cole may have even been featured in one or two of them. So in a moment of spontaneity, I pulled at the strings holding my bikini together and quickly ripped it off.

I was quite chesty, and my bikini had been supporting my breasts as much as covering them. My tits now bounced free, and I could tell the guys enjoyed it much more than they thought they would.

Miles and Cole both were whooping and definitely openly staring. “Cheers, Rose! I did not think you had the guts to do that.” They each grabbed a shot and toasted me. “Quick, here comes Charlie, back from his little piss in the ocean. If you don’t want him to see your tits, Rose, I’d suggest putting that back on.”

I turned away, my cheeks slightly aflame, hoping Charlie didn’t see my breasts, or worse, my nipples, which were hard, to my surprise. I quickly retied the back of my string bikini and slipped the top not over my head. I don’t think he noticed; he was way too drunk.

“You were gone a long time buddy,” Miles remarked good-naturedly.

“I haven’t peed since we got in the pool! I had like a gallon inside me!” Charlie shot back.

We all laughed.

A few minutes later, Nick walks back, his boner startlingly obvious in his swim trunks.

“Whoa dude, you didn’t want to wait a few minutes? The Dare wasn’t to show us your boner,” Charlie laughed.

“Nah, who gives a fuck, huh?” Smiling, he slid back into the hot tub. “We’ll see what she sends back later.”

“Oh we will?” Miles asked, an implication in his words.

“Go to hell, Miles, I’m not showing you shit!”

Miles grinned. “It’s fine, I suppose I may have got my fair share of titties already today.”

Before Nick could ask what that meant, I yelled, “Nick it’s your turn!”

“I dare Rose to take her top off,” he said, not missing a beat.

“Hey!” I had no way of knowing if it was a coincidence or if he knew I had just taken my top off five minutes earlier, but it was eerie. “You didn’t give me a chance to even choose Dare! So now I’m choosing Truth.”

He grinned. “So… truthfully… will you tell us why you won’t take your top off?” He laughed. Exasperated but high on booze, weed, and life, and I was enjoying all the attention. I hadn’t had this much male attention in a while, and I felt like the hottest girl there. I had certainly noticed a few other women giving me some envious glances here and there. Clearly, they didn’t know I was just here with friends. But still, it was fun to bask in it.

“We’re all topless Rose, come on!” Charlie chimed in.

“We’re in public!” I responded.

“So, is that your answer? The reason you won’t take your top off is because we’re in public?” That can easily be remedied, Rose. We all have a block of rooms in that building right over there.” He nodded toward the beautiful exterior of our luxury rooms, where you can swim right up to the back door to your room.

“Come on guys, it’s getting late, let’s continue this tomorrow?” Cole asked. Since he had already seen me topless moments before, he was less invested in this Dare.

“Fine,” Nick agreed amicably. “But we’re picking up right where we left off tomorrow!” He winked.

“Only after a few drinks, Nick!” I winked back.

Instead of swimming up to the rooms, I walked back to the dry side to pick up my bags and other things. Cole joined me; his backpack was on the dry side as well.

“You look like you could use a hand back,” he said.

He was right. I hadn’t stood up in a while and now that I was, I was swaying a bit. I didn’t want a repeat of the hot tub. “Sure, thanks.”

We walked a few minutes, it was longer this way, but we were dry. “So why didn’t Melina join you?” I asked. Melina was Cole’s new girlfriend.

He took a sip of the drink still in his hand. Something fruity and delicious, it looked like another Sex on the Beach.

“Fuck her, she’s not worth it. It was never going to last anyway.”

“Oh?” I asked, curious.

“She just wasn’t my type I guess.”

“Clearly you liked something about her.” We had reached the hallway to our rooms. Mine was only a few away from his, but his came up first.

“Yeah, she was hot!” We both laughed. Sometimes I think that’s one of the most compelling factors of me staying with Tyler. But not anymore. Hotness can’t make up for everything.

“Want to come in?”

I bit my lip, hesitating. “I don’t know…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say.

He looked at me through lowered eyelids, his long eyelashes giving off small, soft shadows on his face. “You want to, that’s why you’re hesitating. You didn’t have to stay talking to me this whole time.” He smiled a sexy smile. “You didn’t have to take your top off.”

My breath caught. He was goddamn sexy, and I wanted to show off my body for him. I didn’t regret taking my top off at all, and now I felt like that was only going to be the beginning of this trip. He slid his key in the slot and pulled me inside. His room was identical to mine, with a huge plush bed in the center, and a mirror, directly across from it. It was incredibly intimate. Before I knew what I was doing, I undid the strings to my own bikini top and let it drop. I pressed my breasts against his bare chest, and suddenly, I couldn’t stop kissing him. He didn’t seem surprised at all. He leaned deep into the kiss, ferociously grabbing my ass, and pulling me up so I was straddling him, and he was bearing all my weight. I could feel his erection pressing through his shorts, hitting me right in my most sensitive spot. I gasped, because it felt so good, even through our bathing suits.

“God, Rose,” he moaned in between kisses. “I’ve been so jealous of Tyler since he brought you around to hang out with us. It was so hard to sit near you and not touch you. You’re so fucking hot.” His fingers tugged at the strings on my bikini bottoms. “You wore this suit just to show off, didn’t you?” The strings fell away and the rest of my flimsy bathing suit fell away. I was naked, he was only wearing his trunks.

Before I could answer, he slid me on the bed, and pulled out of his trunks. His dick, while not massive, was significantly bigger than Tyler’s, bigger than what I was used to. It was intimidating, but deliciously suggestive as well. I couldn’t help myself, but I slid off the bed to my knees and immediately took him in my mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Rose,” he moaned. “Suck my dick!”

I tried hard not to gag as I took him deep into my throat. He had his hands in my hair, encouraging me to go further. I gagged when I reached the end of his cock, but swallowed and kept going, wanting him to fill me up, wanting to please him, wanting him to take control. He yanked my head off his cock and flipped me over in one move. Vaguely I was aware of a condom being unwrapped and thought to myself–it was lucky he still packed those, even though his girl wasn’t coming–before the cock that was deep down my throat seconds ago was plunged up my pussy as deep as it would go. I shrieked in pleasure and pushed back against him.

“Tyler told me you love it from behind,” he whispered in my ear. I gasped. God, he kept catching me off guard, and he knew it too. “Oh yeah, we all talk about the girls. I know everything you like.” He spanked my ass hard, and I knew I had a big, red handprint on my ass cheek. I wasn’t sure if I liked the fact that they all discussed sex with each other, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t force myself to be upset about it. Cole knew everything I liked, and to be honest, he was doing it better than Tyler could. He spanked my ass again, even harder. Tyler never got this rough with me. I was on the small side, and he always treated me like I was delicate. I had asked him to fuck me harder, and was on the verge of begging, but he got that DUI and I swept myself away to the Caribbean.

The alcohol kept my thoughts in a daze, but at the same time kept the sex was heightened and extra enjoyable. Every thrust had me on the verge of cumming. But just as I was getting close, he slowed down. I looked up, and our eyes met in the mirror. He grinned, delighted in my shock as I felt his finger shove up my asshole.

“He also said you love anal. That was a surprise.” Mischievously, he fucked me hard, with his finger in my ass, while he stared at my humiliated face in the mirror. Guilty but unable to stop it, I came hard, just the thought of his finger in my ass took me to the brink, but he sped up his thrusts and it toppled me over. I screamed so loud, and for the first time ever, I squirted all over the sheets. Cole pulled me back and pulled out of me. I was buzzing all over from my huge orgasm, I barely registered him take the condom off and cum all over my face. I did register, however, that the sliding glass door had suddenly slid open.

“Cole, what the fuck? I heard a scream!” Miles entered through the adjoining glass door. I forgot he had the room next door. His face was taking in the scene (God only knew what he expected, but it wasn’t this) and his eyes met mine just as Cole was finishing up his massive load on my face.

Miles was in boxers only, preparing to go to sleep. His dirty blond hair looked rustled, but the rest of him looked bolt upright. His jaw dropped open when he saw me like that, like a submissive whore after only being here for a few hours, and then he smiled. “So that’s what the scream was.” He looked me up and down, a devil’s look in his eye. “Looks like you had fun, Rose.”

“She fucking squirted, man!” Cole bragged to his friend, grinning.

Yes, I had cum as hard as I had ever had in my life. It was the best fucking sex I had ever had, and I wasn’t ready to be done.

I looked up at Miles, cum dripping down my face, sticking in my hair and eyelashes. I pouted my lips and stuck out my tits as far as they would go. “Miles,” I said coyly, “I’m still so horny.”

“Is this fucking for real?” Miles exclaimed in disbelief. He talked a big game, I knew he has had sex with a lot of women, and even had a threesome. I knew he often cheated on his girlfriend, but was spectacular in bed. I hoped he was as good in bed as Cole.

I crawled over to Miles on my knees, licking the cum off my face with my tongue, using my fingers and licking every, single, one, hoping to entice him.

“I think the little slut wants more, Miles,” Cole winked at him. “You deserve this man, Vicky hasn’t let you fuck her since she thought she was pregnant. We’re on vacation, when is there a better time to gangbang a hot girl? You can’t tell me you never wanted to. Look at her, she’s every guy’s fucking dream girl. Huge tits, and she’s begging for it.”

I hated myself for loving being objectified. But I took Cole’s words to heart. This was vacation. We were supposed to let loose and have fun and relax. It was practically encouraged here. This was the way to do it.

Miles grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the bar and took a big gulp. “You want more, do you, Rose?” he asked me. Shamefully, I nodded. “Then you’re going to be a good girl, right?” I nodded again, afraid to take my eyes off his. “Good. Then you’re going to be a little freaky slut tonight, and you’re going to love every fucking minute of it.”

I almost came right there. I had never had someone talk so dirty to me before, and I was responding to it. Maybe I really was a little slut, I did wear that tiny bikini, knowing I’d be around a bunch of men without their girlfriends. And I couldn’t help but notice I was dripping wet again, just from having Miles treat me like I was some kind of submissive slut.

He grabbed me by one of my nipples and yanked me into his lap. I cried out, falling forward. Despite the fact that my boobs were bigger than my small frame, they were real. And my nipples were extremely sensitive. Miles seemed to delight in this knowledge.

Still distracted by my smarting nipples, I was unprepared when Miles thrust his boner through his boxers and once more, I had a man’s hand on the back of my head, thrusting his cock down my throat. Miles was even bigger than Cole, and thicker too. I couldn’t take the whole thing right away, like he was trying to get me to do. I kept gagging and my throat kept closing up.

“Help me out here, man,” I heard Miles call to Cole.

I didn’t know what he meant, but all the sudden, Cole’s finger was back up my asshole, and I couldn’t help it, my body reacted automatically and I gasped, my muscles relaxing, allowing Miles’ dick to slip all the way down my throat.

“Fuck, yes!” He yelled, shoving in and out of my throat. To me, he whispered, “I knew you could do it, Rose,” like he was proud of me, in a sick way.

Tears were streaming down my face and my gag reflex was being severely tested. But I loved being used by them. I kept finding myself even pushing back up on Cole’s finger up my ass.

“She fucking loves it, man,” Cole said. “I can’t believe how easy it was to whore you out, Rose. Fuck, I’m getting hard again.” He looked at Miles. “Share?” I saw Miles’ eyes light up at the thought of humiliating me more. The guys grinned, and inside, I was smiling as well. It was a fantasy of mine to get fucked by two men at the same time, but it was something I only indulged in the darkest part of my imagination. I never had an opportunity to make it a reality.

Miles pulled his huge cock out of my mouth, and I took this chance to wipe the spit and tears from my face. “First, a shot for the lady of the hour!” Cole handed me a double shot, and wanting something to cool my aching throat, I tossed it back.

“Damn, she can really take a load in that mouth,” Miles joked.

“Not just my mouth,” I said softly back, giving him my best ‘do me’ eyes.

“You really are loving this aren’t you,” Miles asked. “Your face is a disgust mix of cum and your own spit, and here you are, wanting more.”

“Yes,” I said. Hesitating, not sure what his reaction would be, I added, “Sir.”

I knew I would be rewarded for that when I saw the greedy look in his eye. Both of them loved to see me submit, and I was happy to oblige. It felt like I had waited my whole life for someone to treat me like this, it was opening up my sexuality.

Cole’s dick was back at full mast, and Miles was as hard as ever.

“Why do I get the feeling, you’re the one playing us?” Miles said. “You want to get fucked so bad, you want to be used don’t you? Taunting us with those ‘yes Sirs.’ I’m going to fuck you so hard, don’t you worry, you’ll feel like adding ‘Slut’ to your resume when we’re done.”

“Yes Si–” He cut me off with a fierce kiss. He was not gentle, his kiss was filled with hunger and desire, and the high of power.

“Get ready for the night of your life, whore,” Miles said before he pushed me to my knees. Cole stood beside him, both of their dicks massive and hard. Miles grabbed my head and pulled me forward to suck his dick. I started licking the head of his cock, but before I could work myself up to take the whole thing, I was yanked off again and this time, Cole shoved his dick down my throat. They shared me like that until they were satisfied that I was the disgusting slut that I was. My own saliva, mixed with Cole’s semen from our earlier session, was pouring down my face, landing on my neck, chest, and tits. Miles tugged at my nipples again, and I squirmed.

“Tyler said you were a squirmy one, I fucking love that,” he said.

Cole grabbed my other nipple and tugged it in the other direction. They laughed as I whimpered and moaned, mortified by my own pain, pleasure, and submission.

“Damn, I love these tits,” Cole remarked, still playing with my nipple. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth, nibbling it a little. Miles did the same on the other side, though I felt him move his mouth around my entire breasts, sucking heavily, leaving hickeys all over. The rational part of my brain (heavily subdued now that I was majorly turned on) was telling me that I would not be able to continue wearing my skimpy bikinis if Miles kept giving me hickeys, but I was enjoying being used so much, I didn’t even care. Maybe I’d regret that choice tomorrow, maybe I wouldn’t. But at the moment, I couldn’t care less.

“Please fuck me,” I begged.

“I love a slut who begs,” Miles sniggered.

“Where do you want it, baby?” Cole asked, moving his lips against my breast. “You’ve got two of us.”

I was throbbing to be filled, how could I even choose? I bit my lip, thinking, before a tug on my breast from Miles’ teeth brought on a moan.

“I think she’s having a hard time choosing,” Miles remarked. “Let’s get her to squirt again.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Cole said back. “Just stick something up her ass.”

I gasped at the audacity, and both men heard it. “Yeah? Is that all it takes, Rose?” Miles asked, his sultry smile revealing just what he thought about that. He wanted anal; he wanted my ass.

“Her ass is tight man, I could only get a finger up there. There’s no way your dick is going to fit without lube.”

“We’ll see.” Miles leaned me back, so instead of on my knees, I was lying all the way down on the floor on my back. I had no idea what he had in mind, this was not an ideal position for anal, but before I could contemplate it anymore, he lowered himself over me. His boxers were gone and everything was right in my face. He took a second to slap my face with his dick a few times, and to my surprise, it was hefty enough to actually make an impact. It didn’t hurt exactly, but it definitely made a smack. I loved it, I loved being teased, but I needed his cock, and he was playing with me. Eventually, waiting until I was caught off guard, he pushed it past my mouth, down my throat. He didn’t get it all the way down, and I was continually gagging the entire time. But he kept fucking my face until his dick was covered in my saliva. I had no idea where Cole was, but I hoped his dick was still hard, I wanted him again.

Suddenly, Miles pulled out of my face and urgently turned me over, so I was back on my knees. I looked up and was face-to-face with Cole. We made eye contact, and I noticed (with relief) that his penis was still hard. His eyes smoldered with desire as he eagerly stroked himself. Before I had time to say anything or react, the head of Miles’ cock was pressing against my asshole from behind. Another gasp escaped me as he tried to fit his hard erection past that small opening. Cole had warmed me up for him with his fingers earlier, but just barely.

Miles’ fingers tangled in my hair, pulling it hard, forcing me to arch my back and look further up at Cole while simultaneously pressing me even further back against the dick trying to fit inside my ass.

I felt the instant Miles finally got the head of his penis past the opening. It slid in with what felt like an audible “pop,” but I figured the sound must have been in my head. A shiver of shock when through me as he thrust past my tight asshole and I felt him pushing up into me, stretching my ass to the brink. But, looking up at Cole, it was his name I gasped as Miles pressed his dick up my ass.

With an urgent look in his eyes, like he was about to explode, Cole pressed his penis up against my mouth. I opened up wide for him and took him hungrily in my mouth. And to my surprise, he kept pushing me back, forcing me even further down Miles’ cock.

I groaned, my initial instinct was to clench, but both boys had other ideas.

“Relax, open your ass, and we’ll let you squirt,” Miles leaned forward and said in my ear.

All I could do in response is moan around Cole’s cock, but, ever obedient, I pushed my ass back further on his huge dick.

“Good girl,” Miles crooned, stroking my hair as he pushed slowly into me.

I still held Cole’s gaze as he basically throat fucked me. “Come on, Rose,” he said, “Miles wants to see you squirt.”

In complete awe of being fucked by two hot men, I could feel another big orgasm building. After so recently cumming, I wasn’t even sure if I had it in me. I broke Cole’s eye contact and looked to my left, where the huge mirror was hanging, and I got a view I had never imagined I’d be enjoying this weekend: Miles slowly and painstakingly stretching out my asshole, Cole’s large dick down my throat, both men hungrily devouring my body with their hands, their eyes, and all they’ve got. Me in the middle, looking like a complete whore, my huge tits hanging and swaying with every thrust, Miles’ hickeys already starting to show. In an instant, that view put me over the edge, and I felt myself release a flood of cum all over the floor. Miles shouted in surprise, but Cole was used to it.

“You just squirted without anyone touching your pussy. I’d say that’s the definition of slut,” he told me.

“Anal slut for sure,” Miles said, spanking me hard. My cum was everywhere, making it even easier for him to slide in and out of my ass.

I couldn’t respond. I had never squirted before, let alone twice in a row. Even two non-squirt orgasms were more than I was used to, and I was blissfully out of it. I fell forward, Cole’s dick, slippery with saliva, slid out of my mouth, and Miles pulled me back against him, fucking my ass for all he was worth, now that I was stretched out enough for him to really let loose. It didn’t take long before I felt his huge, thick dick spasm, and had the weird sensation of hot fluid shooting up my asshole. I almost came again, thinking of how hot that was. But he took his dick out of my ass before I could cum a third time.

I was still hovering on the brink of sex-induced unconsciousness when Cole pulled me back onto the bed.

“Can you handle more?” He asked, the tip of his dick tempting my pussy.

By way of response, I pushed him onto the bed and maneuvered myself over him, lowering my soaking we pussy onto his dick, riding him cowgirl style. I could feel Miles’ cum dripping out of my asshole, trickling down to mix with my own fluids, which made the sex with Cole really, fucking wet and messy.

But Cole didn’t like being submissive for long. He rolled me over, so I was underneath him, but he was still inside me. I gave a little yelp; every shift was sensitive.

“Is this what you wanted when you came here without your boyfriend?” He whispered in my ear, slowing his rhythm to agonizing slowness.

My breath caught with each stroke. “Was it what you wanted?” I threw back at him.

“Hell, yes.” He nibbled at my ear and my neck as he started to speed up. “I’ve always wanted to make you my own little slut.”

My pulse quickened. I couldn’t help it. I’ve been waiting forever for someone to treat me like a whore, and now I could finally let loose now that I’ve found someone to fulfill that secret fantasy.

“Use me, Cole,” I said, looking him in the eye. “I want to be a cumslut for you.”

“I’m not cumming on your face this time.”

I nodded.

“I’m cumming in that tight little pussy, but you need to beg for it first.”

Having no idea where Miles was, and not really caring whether he left or not, I begged. “Please, Cole, let me be a slut for you, I want your cum inside me!”

“Louder, slut.”

“Fuck me, Cole! Please! Harder! I need you to cum in my pussy right now!”

“I don’t take orders from fucking whores.”

“Yes, yes, I’m your fucking whore, please cum inside me!” I was practically screaming now. I hoped these walls were soundproof. Miles already proved that the sliding glass doors weren’t. And he had the adjacent suite. I had no idea who around us could hear.

“Fuck, you really do squirm when you’re horny, don’t you?” He was enjoying this, and I was enjoying being humiliated. He grabbed one of my nipples and twisted harder than I thought he would. I yelped loud.

“Cole! Fuck! Please cum, please! Let’s cum! Please let me cum!” I was shouting nonsense now, but I couldn’t think straight with his dick so deep it was touching my cervix and with his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple.