Anna had slipped away from the main resort and was enjoying what she thought was a secluded view over the ocean. It was a raised concrete balcony overlooking the shore, just tucked behind a cliff to give some privacy. It was the perfect place to get away from her husband and the kids for a while. She heard footsteps from around the corner before she heard the man’s voice.
“Oh, there you are,” the man said. “Yuki, right?” Before Anna could correct him, he began walking her around the corner and taking off his robe. His long, thick and still flaccid cock swayed freely as he put the robe down on a nearby chair, beside the raised massage table. “I’m Carl. Tiffany usually takes care of me, but the agency said she was out of town,” he continued.
Anna stared at his tight, firm buttocks as he bent over to get something from the robe’s pocket. “$500, right?” he said handing her a stack of bills. She took it and nodded quietly, not sure how to get out of this situation any longer. “Cool, let’s get started,” he said as he laid face down on the massage table.
Anna thought to herself that a massage wasn’t all that bad a thing to do for $500. And after all, he was a very attractive man. She put the $500 in her beach bag and started to think what she should do next.
“Dry massage is fine,” Carl told her. “I don’t like all those oils,” he said.
Anna decided to speak as little as possible. She began massaging the stranger’s feet, working her way up his firm, naked body. She worked her way up to his neck and shoulders. She was standing in front of his head, working on his upper back when she felt his hands begin to caress her legs. She stifled a moan as his warm, rough hands found their way up the backs of her thighs and onto her petite, firm ass cheeks.
Anna let out a whimper as his thick finger slid easily inside of her wet cunt. With his free hand, he pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall to the ground. She could barely stand up straight, much less massage him, as he teased her pussy lips and clit. She squeezed his back and slumped over him as she came to his fingering.
“I’m gonna turn over now,” Carl announced as Anna tried to recuperate. She was bargaining with herself about how a handjob wouldn’t be that bad. Hell, the president once said even a blowjob wasn’t cheating, she rationalized to herself.
Anna was about to grab his hard cock and start slowly stroking him, when Carl shifted abruptly. “As nice as your massage is, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Carl said. He easily lifted her up with one arm and pulled her on top of his naked body.
“Ohhh, ffffuccckk,” Anna moaned as she sank herself down onto Carl’s rock hard cock. She whimpered and shook as she got accustomed to Carl’s length and girth. Soon, she was riding him, eagerly building to her next orgasm. As she came, she slumped forward on top of the stranger.
Carl pumped a few more times before groaning mightily and lifting Anna off of his cock. She felt the warm shot of cum splash her pussy and ass cheeks.
“Hhhhoooollly shit,” Carl gasped. “Wow, even Tiffany never let me go bareback,” he said. “Damn!”
Anna fought the urge to kiss the stranger before she dismounted. “So … same time tomorrow?” Carl asked as Anna picked up her bikini and got dressed again.
Anna couldn’t think of anything to do but nod. She told herself that this Yuki girl would sort it out. But the very next day, she found herself again on the patio, waiting for her Carl.
Steve and Emma were at the rehearsal dinner when they ran into Mike, an old friend of Steve’s. They were all in town for a mutual friend’s wedding and were staying at the same hotel. At first, Mike was a little strange about what he had been up to since they last saw each other. Finally he admitted that he was a hypnotist.
“What?!? People pay you for that?” Steve asked incredulously, thinking Mike might be joking. Mike promised he wasn’t joking, and he was helping people lose weight and quit smoking.
Steve was still unsure if his old friend was joking, when his wife chimed in. “I think all of that is nonsense,” she said dismissively. She and Steve began joking about Mike being a charlatan, or snake oil salesman.
Mike tried to change the subject a few times, but both Emma and Steve were having too much fun at his expense. Mike made an excuse to leave the conversation and went off to say hello to a few other friends.
A while later, he ran into Emma by the bar. She was a bit tipsy and that did nothing to improve her manners. “Seriously, you think people can be tricked into … whatever … clucking like a chicken? Come on!” she said.
Mike tried to play along, but Emma became more and more insulting as the night wore on.
The next morning, before the ceremony, Steve had to run out after breakfast. He came back to the hotel room and found his wife on all fours on the floor in front of the window. “What the –” Steve started to say before he saw Mike and suddenly blacked out.
When Steve woke up a few minutes later, he was tied to a chair, facing the window where his wife was. Her dress was thrown over her ass and Mike was behind her, feeding his cock in and out of her gleaming, wet pussy.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!” Steve screamed at Mike. Mike just smiled. Steve turned to his wife who was clearly enjoying Mike fucking her from behind. “Emma! What the fuck!”
“You want to know the funny thing?” Mike said to Steve nonchalantly as he continued to pound away at Emma’s pussy. “All I’ve done is removed her inhibitions. She actually thinks this is a dream. So deep down, she wants me to fuck her.” Turning to Emma, he asked her, “Isn’t that right?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Yes, I love it. I’ve wanted another cock for a long time,” she purred.
Mike turned back to Steve who was still trying to undo his restraints. “At first, I was just gonna make her do something embarrassing at the reception. Spill her drink, dance like a chicken, or something silly. But when she answered the door and I saw her half dressed, I kinda changed my mind. She’s a nice piece of ass, Steve.”
“You sonuvabitch!” Steve screamed. “When I get out of these ropes, I’m gonna …”
Mike laughed, still fucking Emma from behind. “Cum now, Emma,” he commanded. “Cum hard. You can be as loud as you want.” Emma began to moan and writhe as Mike kept pumping away at her. Her face grew flushed and she bowed her head as she pushed herself harder and faster onto Mike’s cock.
“Ohhh ggggaaawwwdd!!!” she screamed, grabbing at the rug and sobbing breathlessly as her orgasm overwhelmed her and her trembling pussy massaged Mike’s cock.
“Mouth,” Mike said calmly. Emma dutifully obeyed and wrapped her pretty lips around Mike’s now purple cock. She happily swallowed his load, letting only a few drops slip out of her lips and down her cheeks. “Good. Now go kiss your husband,” Mike said.
Steve struggled against his restraints, trying to avoid his wife’s musky, cum scented breath.
Mike laughed. “Well, I think we all learned a valuable lesson here today,” he said calmly.
“When I get out of these ropes,” Steve started to threaten again.
“What ropes?” Mike asked, pointing down to show Steve he hadn’t tied him at all. “See? Hypnosis works pretty well. Now, let’s erase some of the last few hours, old chum.”
At the reception, Mike greeted Steve and Emma as old friends. “Say, old chum, do you mind if I borrow your wife,” Mike asked flatly.
“Not at all! You kids have fun,” Steve said happily.
“Ooh, can we try anal?” Steve heard his wife ask as she walked away with Mike, toward their hotel room.
Gina and her husband decided to book a vacation in Ibiza. They booked a stay through Air BNB, but didn’t read the booking very carefully. When they arrived, they were surprised to find out that they were sharing the small, two bedroom apartment with another person.
Gina and Jim pulled their luggage in from the taxi and were surprised to find the apartment already occupied by Marco. Marco was a tall, handsome, young Italian man that spoke very little English. Neither Gina nor Jim spoke any Italian, so they had to communicate through broken Spanish.
They managed to eventually understand each other and Marco helpfully volunteered to take the smaller of the two rooms, moving his belongings and tidying up as Gina and Jim got settled.
As they unpacked, they suddenly realized that there were other cultural differences beyond language. Marco knocked on their bedroom door. Gina opened it to see the tall, lean young man wearing nothing but a tight speedo, bulging in all the right places. Gina was petite, even for an Asian woman, and her face was nearly at Marco’s waist.
“I go beach,” Marco said in practiced, but broken English. “You come?”
Gina politely declined, but was visibly impacted by the sight of his nearly naked body. While he was at the beach, Gina and Jim used the alone time to relieve some of their stress. Gina was particularly aggressive. She later admitted she was turned on by seeing Marco like that.
The next morning, Gina woke up first and decided to make breakfast for her and Jim. She secretly hoped Marco might join them. She started to get dressed when Jim interrupted her.
“Why don’t you make breakfast like you did on our honeymoon?” he suggested.
“What?!? No way!” she said. “Besides, grease splattering on naked skin is something smart people only do once.”
“Here,” Jim handed her a red kitchen apron, “wear this.”
Shortly after, Gina was cooking in the kitchen wearing nothing but the red apron to cover her cute, petite little frame. Jim was helping himself to some orange juice when they heard Marco starting to stir.
“I’m going to take a shower,” Jim announced, walking right past a bleary eyed Marco. Marco was wearing only his underwear and his morning wood was making sure that barely covered him.
Jim turned on the shower with a naughty giggle, wondering how his cute little wife would explain herself in broken Spanish. As he was showering, he found himself getting very turned on by the thought of his wife with Marco, and decided to jerk off in the shower.
As he finished and finally shut the water off, he heard what sounded like talking coming from the kitchen. He quickly dried off and snuck down the hall to take a peek.
Gina was bent over the kitchen table. Her arms were reaching back, trying wantonly to grab at Marco as he fucked her from behind. He was grabbing her plump, squishy ass with both hands as his long, thick cock pistoned in and out of GIna’s pussy.
Jim’s cock popped out of the towel he was wearing. He stayed hidden behind the hallway wall, but began to jerking off as Gina begged for Marco to fuck her harder and harder.
Gina came hard, nearly passing out. Marco slowed his pace, savoring the tight, wet little cunt. As Gina came to, her eyes met Jim’s and she smiled naughtily. She pushed herself away from Marco, who objected somehow in Italian. Gina grabbed his hand and led him into his bedroom, slipping wordlessly passed her husband.
Jim and Gail liked to stay at BnB’s when they traveled. It was often more a more romantic setting, and they enjoyed meeting other couples, rather than the weary business travelers they would meet at hotels.
They booked a long weekend vacation along the Pacific Coast, north of San Diego. They checked into their bed and breakfast, and Jim immediately noticed a pretty, tall and surprisingly busty Asian woman. For some reason, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they checked in. He watched her as she sat there in her bikini, flipping through a magazine in the BnB’s lobby.
Gail asked the proprietor a series of questions, as she often did, as her husband tried to be subtle as he glared at the tall, pretty Asian woman. When her husband showed up, an average height, slightly younger, but muscular American man, Jim was disappointed. He didn’t know what he was hoping might happen, but he was somehow sad to see that she was married.
In their room, Gail teased him, “You should dial back the staring,” she said. Gail was never a jealous wife, so he knew she was teasing more than anything.
Later that evening, as Jim and Gail were looking for a place to eat near the beach, they ran into the other couple. The other couple introduced themselves as Kaori and Matt. It was Gail who suggested they have dinner together.
They hit it off as a group and spent the next few days together, going to the beach, having meals, sightseeing around town. The only times they were apart were at night and the occasional mid-afternoon break. Both times were filled with mad, honeymoon-like sex. Although two rooms separated the couples, Jim and Gail could hear Kaori’s high pitched orgasms through the thin walls and Kaori and Matt tried not to giggle as Gail’s deep, low moans accompanied the violent slamming of their headboard.
One morning, Jim went out for his morning run on the beach. When he got back, it was Kaori waiting for him in his and Gail’s room. “Oh, hey!” Jim said, wondering why she was sitting there in nothing but a bikini and an unbuttoned blue shirt.
Jim was trying not to stare and her gorgeous, full breasts as he spoke. He grabbed a towel and mopped the sweat from his run off of himself. “Oh, is Gail in the bathroom?” he suggested, knowing she wasn’t. “Did we have plans for the beach today?” he said, knowing they hadn’t made plans.
Kaoir smiled and stood up to approach Jim. She wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Matt and your wife are off doing their own thing,” Kaori whispered. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his cock twitched to life. “I thought we could, too,” she said, her lips close enough to Jim’s that he could feel her breath on him.
“Well, I uh, but…” Jim staggered. Jim was panicked, thinking through the situation. He knew that Gail went out for fresh fruit while he was running and in his mind, she was about to walk in on them.
“Come on…” Kaori purred. “You know you want to…” her lips were impossibly close to his now.
As her lips were about to press into his, she slumped down defeatedly. She was laughing easily as the sound that broke her spell found Jim’s ears. It was Gail’s low, guttural moan, coming from Matt’s room.
“Damn!” Kaori laughed, resting her hand on Jim’s chest. “I wanted to see if you’d go through with it without knowing Gail had already agreed,” she laughed.
“Wh…what’s going on?!?” Jim said, still trying to catch up. Kaori pushed him onto the bed.
“Your wife suggested a little swap for the rest of the week,” she said, climbing on top of Jim on the bed. “She is *really* into Matt. We all kinda knew you weren’t gonna say know,” she chuckled as she untied her bikini, finally revealing her gorgeous, soft breasts.
Anna visited the small boutique after her friend, Rachel, had told her she should give it a try. The store was miles out of the way in a small town Anna had never been. Anna couldn’t understand why her friend was so keen on the place. It was a nice, open store, but clothes were nothing special and the prices were a little higher than Anna was used to.
She called her friend from the store. “Rachel…Am I missing something?” she asked. “Why did you like this place so much?”
“Are you there now?” Rachel asked excitedly. “Is there a big guy alone behind the counter? His name is Max.”
Anna looked over and saw the man. She noticed he was watching her carefully. “Yeah,” Anna whispered.
“Oh! I’m jealous,” Rachel squealed. “Here’s what you do…shoplift something.”
“What?!?” Anna was caught off guard. She had never told her friend about her secret little addiction. “I’m not going to…”
“Just do it, Anna,” Rachel practically barked through the phone. “Trust me!”
After she hung up, Anna thought about it. She finally decided to let her curiosity win and surreptitiously grabbed a scarf and slipped it into her bag. She looked over her shoulder and met the store owner’s eyes.
“HEY!” Max barked at her. Anna cowered as the large man stormed over to her, grabbing her arm and forcing the scarf out of her purse. “We have a way of dealing with you soccer mom thieves,” he growled as he dragged her into the back room and slipped a smelly rag over her mouth and Anna passed out.
A short while later, Anna was shackled in the basement. Her arms were spread, but she noted thankfully her clothes were still on. She could faintly hear other customers milling around in the shop above. Max approached her, unzipping his jeans and pulling his massive cock out of his briefs.
“You’re gonna learn a lesson about taking other people’s property,” he growled, stuffing his cock into her mouth. Anna screamed and moaned as he forced his cock down her throat. “You like taking things?! Here, take this. All of it!” Max continued lecturing her as he forced his cock deep into her throat.
Anna was surprised to find her pussy was aching for relief, but Max had pulled his cock out of her mouth and disappeared behind her. As Anna knelt there, gasping for air, her large breasts heaving, she wondered if Max was done with her. She was surprised that the thought that it was over made her sad.
Suddenly, she felt him behind her. His hand slipped under her ass and a long, thick finger slipped easily into her wet pussy. “Looks like you still need some lessons,” he growled. Anna came as the stronger’s massive cock split her pussy lips and he began railing into her.
“You’re just like that whore Rachel,” Max growled as Anna came around from her first orgasm. “She didn’t need any lube either.”
A few days later, Anna made the trip to Max’s store. She hadn’t told Rachel what had happened. In fact, she had lied and said she didn’t take anything. She spotted Max behind the counter again and clumsily tried to steal a large sweater. Max grabbed her and chloroformed her again.
She woke up and was surprised to find herself bent over a padded sawhorse. Her clothes had been stripped off and her legs were shackled and spread. “Looks like you two know each other,” Max growled from behind Anna.
Anna twisted her neck just enough to see behind her. It was her friend Rachel, gagged and hogtied and wearing a massive two-way strapon. “Let’s see who teaches who,” Max said, forcing Rachel into Anna’s cunt.
