All Inclusive - Day 02

All Inclusive Day Two

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone. The sheets were stiff with cum, and a heavy smell of sex lingered in the air.

Figuring Cole met up with the guys at the bar or the beach, I decided to hop in his shower to wash of the aftermath of last night. It wasn't until I got out, scrubbed clean of all the dirty sex, looking the picture of naked innocence, did I notice that I couldn't find my things. My clothes, and room key, were gone. On the bed, there was a note that read: Where this for me. -Cole.

Next to the note, I saw a bathing suit. But when I held it up, I realized it was much skimpier than any of the other ones I brought. This one was a shade of beige very close to my own skin tone. It was made in a crochet style, with lots of holes, and the bottoms barely covered more than a G-string. It did not leave a lot to the imagination. But since I didn't have any other options besides leaving the room completely naked, I didn't see what choice I had.

I found him and the boys lounging by the beach.

"Do you enjoy dressing me up?" I snuck up next to Cole, hoping the other guys hadn't yet caught a good glimpse of what I was wearing.

"You enjoy acting like a slut, why not dress like one? So everyone knows you're a whore for dick."

I was about to ask for my room key back when I felt a hand smack my exposed ass. I knew it was Miles because he spanked the hardest. I knew I'd be sporting a red handprint for a while.

"Damn Rose," he said, taking his time eyeing me up and down, his eyes lingering over my breasts, which still had a few hickeys. "Is there even a point to that bathing suit?"

I stuttered for a response. "Cole--"

"Cole what?" Cole interrupted. I was about to blurt out that Cole had made me wear it. But he knew that if I said that, I was basically admitting what happened last night in front of the rest of the guys. Well, at least they'd only know half of what happened last night.

They both snickered when I didn't (couldn't) respond. Sucking it up, I claimed the nearest beach chair and offered my hand out to Cole. "Ok, I'm playing your game, can I have my key back now please?"

"Only if you don't immediately go and change."

A very good-looking man passing by caught my gaze. Even with his wife on his arm, he was blatantly checking me out. Enjoyment of the reaction and the attention replaced my embarrassment. "Agreed," I responded.

He handed over my key along with a flute of something fruity. We clinked our glasses and locked eyes. It was a little fun having a tiny secret.

"So, what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" Nick said, trying very hard not to check me out, but not quite succeeding.

"I'm not sure, but I think later tonight we're all hanging out in Rose's room," Miles suggested.

Charlie laughed. "What, you didn't get enough last night?" He asked.

I felt my cheeks flush and glared at Miles and Cole. "You told them?" I hissed, appalled.

"Cross my heart, I swear I didn't," Cole was laughing. "I'm pretty sure you told them."

Now I was confused. "Me? What do you mean? I didn't say anything! And you just promised not to tell!"

"I'm pretty sure the entire resort knows now, Rose. These rooms aren't exactly soundproof, and you were hella loud," Miles grinned, like he thought the idea of everyone hearing every dirty thing I said last night was amusing to him. It probably was.

"Also," Charlie pointed out. "There are some serious hickeys on your tits."

The bikini Cole had provided for me literally did not cover anything. What was I thinking? I definitely could not hide what happened last night from the rest of the group. Feeling my face flush red, I grabbed another drink from the table and gulped it down in an effort to hide my embarrassment.

"A good chugger, I can see," Nick remarked, and I almost spit it all back up. These guys were dead-set on teasing me.

"Alright, alright, ease up on her," Cole eventually said, quieting the rest of them. "If we want to keep enjoying Rose's company, we've got to make her feel welcome. Come on, Rose, we'll stop teasing you about it. For now."

"Seriously though," I said after clearing my throat a couple of times. "Where did you get this suit? I know you didn't pack a woman's swimsuit in your bags."

"I've got connections," he said nonchalantly. "And I've got to keep some things secret."

Figuring he probably just scoured the resort's many adult catered gift shops, I let it go.

"I'm going for a swim," I said, wanting to cool off in the ocean water.

"Be careful out there, Rose! Lot of waves today, and that bathing suit looks like it's one wave away from being ripped out to sea," Nick called out as I walked away.

I looked back at them, their eyes were clearly following me as far as they could. I was almost out of earshot but I called back, "I'll save that for you Nick!"

I knew he had a fiancé, but I also knew these guys were of the same mindset. What happens at the resort stays at the resort.

Begrudgingly though, I had to admit that Nick had a point. If I went too far out, the waves were strong enough to pull off the limited coverage I had over my nipples. If I adjusted one side even ever so slightly, the other breast would be entirely exposed. Giving up, I headed back for a shallower section of the beach.

"Need some help?" Cole called from a few feet away. I noticed he had stripped off his t-shirt, and I was again struck by how hot he was. I saw his whole body last night, but I could see it in much more detail now that we were in the sunlight. He had a rock hard six pack, I had never been with a guy with legitimate ab muscles before! And I could see he already had the start of a tan line at his waist. I could feel myself getting flustered and a little steamy, even in the ocen water.

"Do I need help with what?" I shot back.

"With whatever it is you're trying to do. Keep that on? Or take it off?"

"Very funny," I replied, again tugging the top back in place.

"You missed one," Cole said, and right when I whipped my head down to see what he meant, he had grabbed my exposed (and to be honest, already hard) nipple in his fingers and dragged me toward him.

"This is going to be fun," he smiled. I knew if I squirmed, it would just tug my nipple harder, so I stayed still, our bodies pressed against each other.

"You are so easy to read, Rose. Or maybe you're just easy. I can tell you're still horny for me. You're going to have to wait until tonight, though, little toy. We don't want to wear you out too soon."

I gulped. "We?"

"Don't try and deny that you want to fuck all of us. Like I said, you're not hard to read."

"Nick's fiancé--"

He cut me off. "Won't know about it. Besides, he'll probably just stick to fucking your face. Or your ass. That's not technically cheating, right? As long as he keeps it out of your pussy." There was that smile again. The secretive one, with just a hint of a sadistic twinkle. Not anywhere near as obvious as Miles' clear sexual deviancy and dominance, but close. I couldn't help but like it. I think I was addicted to it.

"I don't think that's how it works..." but my voice trailed off before I could even come up with a better argument. Coles fingers were slowly rubbing my nipple, pinching and pulling, and I could barely concentrate. I wanted him so badly, I stepped up to kiss him, but he jerked away, laughing. "I love teasing you, Rose. You have to wait silly whore." Damn, I was already looking forward to what might happen tonight, and all the reasons not to fuck this good-looking group of guys vanished.

Cole just continued to smile, like he knew I wanted him so much that I would fuck all four of the others if I had to.

"Come on, let's go back to the guys. We'll drink and party for a bit and then eventually, probably, we'll let you have your fun."

It was agony waiting hours and hours to get fucked. I didn't get enough last night, and all it really did was peak my interest in getting more. The guys continued to order drinks, and being smaller than them, with a lower tolerance, I was getting tipsy fast. I even suggested we take up Truth or Dare again.

"Well Rose," said Charlie, trying to act all nonchalant. "Since your top is already off, we probably need to dare you to do something else!"

I looked down. Sure enough, while I was getting tipsy beach-side, it turned out I wasn't so diligent at checking my coverage, and both my breasts were exposed. I had no idea how long my top was eschewed, but I had a feeling it might have been a while. However, I only felt a mild embarrassment that some of the other patrons may have seen me. The alcohol was really dimming my inhibitions. I didn't even make much of an effort to adjust myself.

"I dare you, Rose, to take one of these delicious lovemaker shots," Miles handed me one.

"I've never heard of that... What kind of shots are these, anyway?" I asked, seeing the same reddish colored liquid being served up for several of the last rounds.

"It's a special concoction, Rose, like I said." Miles grabbed one for himself. "Don't you like it?"

I tossed it back. It was sweet, strawberry flavored, my favorite. "I love it! Hit me again!" I grabbed a second shot glass out of Miles' hand and downed it.

"Take it easy, Rose," Miles was trying to keep from laughing, but I felt out of the joke. "Like I said, those are special."

I looked in the empty glass. I couldn't see anything indicating it was anything but another shooter.

"These are lovemaker shots, remember? Dosed with Viagra I got from the bartender. So we can keep the party going a little longer tonight," he winked. "No idea if it'll have any effect on you, but we won't know until we try, will we?"

I gulped. I thought back to the Sex in the City episode where Samantha had taken the little blue pill and had the best sex of her life, I hoped that part of the series wasn't fiction. Unfortunately, my sex drive was already kicking in high gear, and the boys were definitely noticing. I didn't think I needed much help from the pill anyway.

I shrugged. "How long does it take to kick in?"

"No idea," Miles laughed. "But I guess we'll be able to answer the bet of whether or not Rose can get any hornier!"

"What about you, Miles? Can you get any hornier?" My words were starting to slur, but I wasn't too drunk yet.

"Come suck my dick and find out Rose!" He offered. In my drunken, buzzed state, I hadn't noticed how close I had gotten to him. I had also just noticed Miles' dick was out. And it was hard. I shot back one more shot and took him in my mouth. Nothing turns me on more than a rock-hard cock.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed as I took him almost--but not quite--all the way in. His dick was huge. My mouth was strained and I was trying hard to keep my teeth from touching his thick penis. I could taste the subtle saltiness of his pre-cum only for a second before it slid down my throat.

I felt a hand on the back of my head. Rather than holding my hair back, as I was expecting, the hand pushed my head forward, until Miles dick was so far down my throat, I was uncontrollably gagging. I tried to look back, but the hand held me there while Miles throat-fucked me. Saliva dripped all down my face, but the guys just laughed. Just as I thought I was going to pass out, they let me up.

"Let's take it back to the room, Rose," Cole whispered in my ear. "People are starting to notice."

I had completely forgotten we were relatively out in the open. We were near the pool, partially shaded by some plants and shrubbery, but had easy access to the bartender. A couple of drunk patrons had seen the face fucking I had just received, and my cheeks flushed. One man, several years older than me, was stroking his dick through his swim trunks.

Cole ushered me out of the water and back to the suite. When we stepped through the door, I could tell it wasn't my room or Cole's. It was similar, but bigger.

"Miles' room," Cole's warm breath tickled my ear. "He has a few toys and surprises we thought you'd enjoy." He brushed damp hair from my neck and started to lightly kiss and nibble me there. I shivered. "Let's get you warmed up first." He untied the top of my bathing suit and it fell with a damp smack to the floor. "You're so cold, just look at your nipples," he rubbed them gently with his thumbs as he said this. I held back a gasp. "Come take a hot shower." Before I could even say yes, he pulled both my nipples as he walked towards the shower. With a yelp, I was dragged along. When he got me in front of the open, glass shower door, he shoved me inside, and slapped my ass as I passed him. Just hard enough to leave a mark, it stung when the hot water of the shower hit me. But I barely noticed because Cole stepped in behind me and shut the door. The tip of his erection nudged my clit as he leaned over me, pushing me up against the back of the shower.

"Warm yet?" He asked playfully.

Wanting so much to be his slut, but also wanting to tease him, I shot back, "not yet." I bit my lip shyly, wondering if I should regret saying it. But his dick only pressed against me harder. I gasped as my teeth released my lip. Cole pushed his lips against mine in that instant, his tongue taking my open mouth as consent and shoving its way in. He grabbed my hands and held them above my head, against the wall. God, he was kissing me with a force so hard I forgot to breathe. Hot water turned scalding when it hit my ass where he spanked me. His lips moved from my lips down my neck, until they reached my tits. He nibbled at my skin, but when he pulled at my sensitive nipples with his teeth, I couldn't help but scream. But instead of looking upset, he looked delighted.

"You are so weak, you slut. Let's shut you up." In one swift move, he had opened the door and grabbed something perched on the counter, and I realized: he was prepared. He wanted to use whatever this was on me. He held it up. I had no idea what it was until he put the straps around my head. A dildo about 5 inches long was inserted into my mouth, and the straps were tightened, keeping it there, almost gagging me, but not quite. I couldn't make any kind of comprehensible sound. Saliva was once again running down my chin, but was thankfully washed off from the shower's hot spray.

"Thank god you finally shut up. We don't want you to ruin the sound quality."

Sound quality? I wanted to ask about that, but only grunts came out. Cole only laughed and turned me around.

He shoved me up against the steamy glass shower door; the feel of the cool glass and the hot steam terrorizing my sensitive tits and nipples. I squirmed involuntarily against Cole, but again, that only seemed to make him more amused, to hold me tighter. I could feel his cock resting boldly between my ass cheeks, almost patiently waiting. I tried to hold still, even with my sensitive nipples pressed roughly against the cold glass door.

Even though I was trying to hold as still as possible, I was unprepared to feel Coles' tongue probing my pussy, and not gently. Tyler must have told him I love being eaten out from behind. I groaned, leaning back into it, and more spit dripped down from my muzzle. Cole spanked me, even harder this time.

"Stay fucking still." His tongue resumed its play with me, but this time he stuck it in my asshole. Again with no warning. The shock of it brought me to the edge, and I was about to scream out my orgasm, when Cole pulled back and spanked my ass, this time even harder. I tried to cry out, but my cries were muffled.

"Not yet, slut. You'll get to cum later. I get to cum first." Aiming me so I was facing the front of the shower, and the water was not hitting him, he shoved me backwards, doggy style, onto his cock.

It felt so fucking good, nothing I've ever had before had felt as good as Cole's cock. I couldn't tell if it was because he was bigger, or if it was the way he fucked me, but it drove me crazy. Every time he slammed into me, I almost came. But he could sense it, and he slowed down, every single time I wanted him to speed up. I pressed back against him, trying to fuck him myself, but he forced me to stop. He didn't want me to cum yet. I knew he wanted me to beg and beg for it. Instead, he'd spank my ass increasingly harder every time I did something he didn't approve of.

"You're such a naughty, needy little slut, Rose. You're misbehaving on purpose to get spanked. You're such a kinky, filthy girl!" He shoved his cock back inside me and frenzy-fucked me until I was at the edge once again. About to cum, he pulled out, and I felt the shock of the water turn cold. I whipped around, a question in my eyes--with the cock muzzle still inserted--but he faced me forward again. The shock of the cold brought me out of my pre-orgasm haze, and he shoved his (still impossibly) hard cock back inside. The Viagra, I thought to myself. God, I had no idea how long he would last. How long would I have to wait before I could cum?

Now that the water had cooled, I could see more clearly through the shower doors, that were once steamy. The large bathroom was not empty. The other men were there, and as I recognized Miles, Charlie, and Nick. I could also see they were filming me.

Outraged, I was about to protest when Cole bent down to whisper to me, keeping his dick inside me, humping at a steady pace. "You like it, Rose. You're such a slut, I knew you'd love being on camera. Ready to cum for them? I want to give them a show."

He shut off the water, and all the sudden, you could here every wet slap of our bodies as Cole fucked the shit out of me. Now that I could hear it, it sounded perverse, wet, and sloppy, something you'd hear in a porn. Feeling embarrassed at the obvious state of how wet I was, I dropped my head, but Cole grabbed my hair and pulled back. The guys got a great shot of my flushed face, my mouth stuffed with a dick-muzzle, getting fucked from behind. This time, Cole didn't stop when I reached the edge. Instead, he fucked me through it. I screamed through the muzzle, and it sounded like something primal. He pushed me harder against the door, fucking me so hard from behind, I didn't think I'd ever be able to have sex again.

Realizing I was about to cum on camera was what finally brought me over the edge. The mental humiliation turned me on so much; I screamed again, and Cole pulled the muzzle off while still rhythmically fucking me.

"Fuck me, Cole!" I screamed. Before the muzzle came off, I had no idea what I had been screaming. But now, the words spilled out. "I'm cumming! Fuck me harder!"

Instead of fucking me harder, Cole opened the door to the shower, pushing me down and onto the rug on the floor. It was so soft, but I was cumming so hard I barely noticed. Cole finished me off on all fours, cum dripping down the inside of my leg. Exhausted, I almost fell to the floor, wanting to be enveloped in the fluffy white carpet. But Cole held me up.

"Not yet, little slut. You finished first, and I'll let it slide just this once, considering we got such good footage of you. But you're not done yet." I open my mouth to ask what he meant, but for the countless time that night, a dick was shoved unexpectedly in my mouth. This one tasted distinctively like horny pussy. This asshole waited for me to squirt on his dick so he could shove it in my mouth.

Cleary, I was right, because Cole was cumming soon after fucking my throat for only a minute or two. He pulled himself out of me and shot his cum all over my face, and his load was unexpectedly large, especially for someone who had orgasmed the night before.

"What the fuck!" I yelled as more cum shot me in the eye. But as I opened my mouth, even more of his load hit sloppily all over my lips.

"Whew! Fuck yeah, Rose! You're so pretty with my cum all over your face! Let's take a picture." He pulled his phone from the counter, and before I knew what I was doing, in my tipsy, post-coital state, I actually smiled for the selfie with Cole. Now, somewhere, there exists a selfie of me, covered in a huge load of cum, goofily smiling like I had just won the lottery.