Brad is a 25-year-old fitness enthusiast who loves frequenting the gym, tanning beds, and tattoo shops. He loves sex with beautiful women and traveling the world.
Beth
Beth is a 27-year-old thrill seeker who doesn’t like being tied down. Beth’s worked on yachts for the last 2 years as a means to travel the world and experience new places and people.
The charter guests were on the island for lunch at the foot of a waterfall. Must be nice to be rich. The chief stewardess and her helper were on the island as wait staff and two of the crew members took them over on the yacht’s small dinghy. That left me and Brad on the boat alone. Brad was cool. Typical surfer boy. Tan skin, blonde hair, white smile. I teasingly called him a Ken doll just to get a rise out of him. We’d been fucking for a couple of weeks now. He’s not really my type but a girl gets lonely on a boat filled with old, stuffy rich people. He was a good lay and nothing more.
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I knew Beth and I were the only 2 on the boat. The rest of the crew and charter guests were on the private island having lunch. I loved working on luxury yachts. Sure, it was hard work but you got to travel, see the world, and engage with random sex at nearly every stop. This was the first time I’d ever hooked up with a coworker on the ship. They say you shouldn’t shit where you sleep but if you saw Beth, you’d understand.
The charter guests were on the island for lunch at the foot of a waterfall. Must be nice to be rich. The chief stewardess and her helper were on the island as wait staff and two of the crew members took them over on the yacht’s small dinghy. That left me and Brad on the boat alone. Brad was cool. Typical surfer boy. Tan skin, blonde hair, white smile. I teasingly called him a Ken doll just to get a rise out of him. We’d been fucking for a couple of weeks now. He’s not really my type but a girl gets lonely on a boat filled with old, stuffy rich people. He was a good lay and nothing more.
While the rest of the crew enjoyed waterfall views and sunshine, I was stuck in the laundry room which was hot as balls. The staff cabins didn’t have any air conditioning and after hours of steam cleaning and pressing our uniforms, I was a sweaty hot mess. My stringy blond hair was stuck to my face and my collared shirt clung to my skin. Sweat dripped down my temples and neck into my cleavage.
Fuck this shit. I slammed down the iron and ripped my shirt up over my head. A breeze from the tiny oscillating fan clipped to the laundry rack felt amazing on my damp skin. I leaned my head backward, letting the fan hit my chest. I closed my eyes, hating my job and my current circumstance.
“You know”, a deep voice startled me, “If the captain saw you standing around in just your bra and that slutty little skirt, he’d probably fire you.”
Brad leaned in the doorway of the tiny laundry room, his arms crossed over his bare chest.
“Fuck you,” I said playfully, throwing my sweaty shirt in his direction.
He smirked, “Don’t mind if I do.”
Brad rushed into the laundry room, slamming the door behind him. There was barely enough room for the both of us. He grabbed me by the hips, pulling me into him. I could already feel his boner through his thin white pants.
I didn’t resist, letting his tongue explore my mouth, ear, and neck.
“I’m all sweaty”, I protested.
“You taste fucking great,” he mumbled as his tongue traced the top of my bra. I felt his hands around my back, unclipping the hook with little effort.
My tits fell from the cotton fabric. I let out a heavy sigh — the freedom felt so good. Brad cupped both my breasts in his hands, nibbling and sucking my nipples until they shot out like tiny erasers. I bit my lip. His tongue was amazing. I leaned back against the washer machine which was vibrating aggressively.
Brad looked up, “Oooh, naughty girl. You want me to fuck you on the washer?”
I hadn’t even thought of that, actually. Instead, I turned around, lifting my skirt and exposing my thong. Brad ran his finger between the thin strap and my ass, which was stuck to my skin with sweat and my own wetness.
“Oh, like that? You want it from behind?” Brad unzipped his pants, unleashing his fat, swollen cock. Brad was the first uncircumcised man I’d ever been with — and he knew his way around a pussy.
I looked backward at him over my shoulder. “Something like that…”
An amused look swept over his face. He cocked his head, his eyes a big question mark.
“I want you to put it in the ass.”
Brad’s eyes widened in excitement and arousal.
“Seriously?”
I grabbed my skirt and began pulling it back down to cover my exposed asscheeks. “Unless of course, you don’t want to.” I slowly began turning back around.
Brad quickly recovered.
“Hey, I didn’t say that,” he grabbed my waist, turning me back around and pushing my chest down onto the top of the washer.
“Well then”, I said, growing impatient. “Do it, before everybody comes back.”
I loved taking it in the ass. I know some girls are afraid to try it and others only do it because their boyfriends want them to, but I couldn’t get enough. My ex had a huge cock so it took me a while to warm up to it. We used butt plugs and anal beads. He was patient and gentle. I still remember the first time he fit his entire cock in my ass — I came three times and I was hooked.
I felt Brad’s cock between my legs. He dragged the tip from my pussy up my ass crack, moistening my hole. I spread my legs wide, pushing my ass in the air. I pressed my chest harder against the top of the washer to give him a better angle for entry. The vibrations tickled my nipples and pulsated through my stomach down into my crotch.
Brad continued to pull juice from my cunt up into my ass crack to lube it up. It didn’t take much for the head of his cock to break the seal of my tight ass hole. I flinched slightly as I always did. He pumped slowly, his shaft creeping into my pleasure cave one inch at a time. He let out tiny gasps and moans with every thrust. I wondered if he’d ever done a girl in the butt before, but didn’t care enough to ask.
I reached between my legs. My pussy was drenched and I began rubbing my clit feverishly. I wanted him to fuck me harder but he was still easing into it. I felt the pressure in my lower back building as his dick made its way into position.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed out in a whisper. “It’s so fucking tight.”
I pushed back on his cock. He was being too gentle and I wanted more. Another gasp escaped his lips as his dick plunged the rest of the way into my darkness. He filled me up nicely. I moved back and forth on his shaft, still fondling my own clit. I slid a single finger into my cunt and could feel the outline of his erection on the inner ridges of my pussy wall.
He had a good rhythm going now. I rocked back and forth, my hands exploring my own pussy and the line of his cock from the inside.
“Smack my ass,” I commanded him.
He delivered a firm slap to my flesh and I pushed back harder, forcing him to fuck me deeper and faster.
“Holy fuck!” I felt his body shaking behind me. He was going to cum before I finished — that bastard.
I felt a burst of pressure inside me as he came. The hot, thick cum poured out my ass hole and down my crack. I felt it on my hand, which was still tending to my drenched cunt. His movements slowed and my body instinctively pushed his cock out.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, realizing what had happened.
I didn’t move my position but looked back at him over my shoulder.
“Well?” I said, slightly irritated. “Are you gonna finish me off or what?”
A grin spread across Brad’s face and he swooped in between my legs. He plunged his tongue directly into my ass hole and I let out a tiny yelp. The wetness felt refreshing. I let him fuck my hole with his tongue as I hammered away at my clit and finger-fucked my pussy. I shoved my ass into his face without mercy. He grabbed my flesh tightly, eating with fury and determination.
I slipped a second finger into my cunt and suddenly felt a rush of warmth come over me. The vibration of the washer was now pulsating down my forearm, into my crotch. His tongue was so deep inside my ass and my fingers were stuffed knuckle-deep in my hole. I rode his face until a flood of warm pussy cream filled my hand. I let out a satisfied sigh, resting my body on top of the washer and lowering myself down off Brad’s face.
I pulled down my skirt and turned to him where he was still kneeling on the floor behind me. A mix of cum and sweat covered his face.
I laughed. “Go clean yourself up, “ I said, putting my bra back on. “You look like a fucking mess.”
I knew Beth and I were the only 2 on the boat. The rest of the crew and charter guests were on the private island having lunch. I loved working on luxury yachts. Sure, it was hard work but you got to travel, see the world, and engage with random sex at nearly every stop. This was the first time I’d ever hooked up with a coworker on the ship. They say you shouldn’t shit where you sleep but if you saw Beth, you’d understand.
She was fucking gorgeous. Tall, muscular, and perpetually horny. I’ve always loved blondes and her piercing blue eyes just read “fuck me”. So, I did. Several times, in fact. Starting about a week after we left the port. The first time was after a drunken night out but once she snuck into the shower to jerk me off, I knew this would become a regular thing. The best part was, neither of us was interested in a commitment. Being in a relationship while on charter was never a good idea. I’ve seen plenty of relationships destroyed thanks to jealous boyfriends or bat shit crazy girlfriends. It’s totally not worth it. So, instead, I keep it to casual sex. Beth knew the deal and seemed more than happy with it.
I descended the stairs into the crew cabins and the heat hit me instantly like a brick wall. We didn’t get A/C like the rich folk upstairs and it got hot pretty quick down there. I could hear the steam cleaner and washing machine running. I opened the door to the laundry room to find Beth standing there in just a bra and her short white uniform skirt. My cock throbbed instinctively. Beads of sweat danced across her tan, toned skin. Her ass was so high and tight. I smirked, remembering the time I bit it and she slapped me. I loved how playful she was.
She didn’t know I was there yet. I thought about scaring her but didn’t wanna piss her off.
“You know”, I said, clearing my throat to get her attention. “If the captain saw you standing around in just your bra and that slutty little skirt, he’d probably fire you.”
The sweat was gathering on my own pecs now. I crossed my arms, resting them on my shirtless frame and waiting for her to notice me.
She turned around a playful grin on her face.
“Fuck you,” she said, tossing her sweaty shirt at me.
It was as if she’d read my mind.
“Don’t mind if I do,” I said with a grin.
I pushed my way into the cramped space, slamming the door behind me. We were chest-to-chest now. I grabbed her curvy hips, pulling her crotch into mine. Her leg pushed into my erection which was straining beneath my pressed white pants.
I hungrily licked the sweat from her neck, running my tongue up to her ear and sucking on her lobe.
“I’m all sweaty”, she protested.
The thought of her sweaty pussy only excited me more.
“You taste fucking great,” I assured her as my tongue trailed down her chest to her soft round tits. I reached around, unclipping her bra and releasing them into my hands.
She let out a sigh of relief and contentment. I cupped her beautiful breasts in my hands, taking each nipple into my mouth, eagerly sucking and nibbling them. I peeked up at her and she was biting her lip, just the way I liked. I hated when girls were overly dramatic with their moaning and crying out. All I needed was a few whimpers and for Beth to bite her lip and I knew I was doing something right. Her hands were in my hair, pulling and tugging encouragingly.
Her body vibrated as the washer machine kicked into high gear. That’s when the thought hit me.
“Oooh, naughty girl,” I said, smirking. “You want me to fuck you on the washer?”
Beth smiled mischievously and without a word, turned around, lifting her skirt and exposing her perfect, melon-shaped ass. I was jealous of the white thong that disappeared inside her gorgeous mound. I couldn’t help myself and immediately ran my finger between the thigh string and her pussy. She was drenched — equal parts sweat and sweet pussy cream.
“You like that?”, I asked. “You want it from behind?”
I loved fucking Beth from behind. Let’s be honest. I loved fucking her any way I could get her.
I stood up, finally releasing my swollen cock. I let it spring free, slowly stroking it for her. She playfully looked at me over her shoulder.
“Something like that…”
I looked at her quizzically. What did she mean, exactly?
Then she uttered the phrase that every man longs to hear.
“I want you to put it in my ass.”
My heart skipped a beat and my voice caught in my throat. No fucking way.
“Seriously?” I stammered, sounding more eager than I’d hoped. I’d never had anal sex but I didn’t want Beth to know that.
Beth began lowering her skirt to cover her ass.
“Unless of course, you don’t want to,” she said, sounding remorseful. She began to turn back around to face me.
“Hey, I didn’t say that!” I said quickly. I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away. I grabbed her waist, turning her back around and pushing her chest onto the washer. I imagined the vibrations felt amazing against her bare tits.
“Well then,” she said impatiently. “Do it before everybody gets back.”
I swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and pure nerves. I’d heard how phenomenal anal sex was. Not only was it tight but taboo and unfamiliar. I hoped I could last longer than just a few seconds.
I took another deep breath and grabbed my cock. I ran it up and down Beth’s beautiful asscrack, moistening the tip with juice from her cunt. She spread her legs wider, propping herself up, giving me the perfect angle to enter her. Her entire body was shaking now from the washer’s aggressive movements. She giggled in delight.
I continued to tease us both by playing with her asshole and pussy from behind, covering the tip in thick pussy cream. We didn’t have lube on hand so this would have to do and I didn’t want to hurt her. On the next pass of my cock over her slit, it found the sweet spot. The tip gently pressing into her tight asshole. She flinched and I held her waist tight, supporting her in place. I pushed forward gently, letting her tightness swallow my cock. Holy fuck it felt good. She was tighter than any virgin I’d ever fucked.
I let out tiny moans with her thrust. I struggled to control my excitement and keep myself from exploding the minute my dick was fully inserted. Beth reached between her legs and began fondling her drenched pussy. She was rubbing her clit furiously, which only excited me more.
“Oh fuck,” I said breathily as my cock made the final plunge inside her darkness. “It’s so fucking tight.”
Beth pushed back on me, begging for more. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her but now it was clear this wasn’t Beth’s first rodeo and she wanted to be fucked good and hard. I gasped, pulling her muscular frame onto my tool, fucking her rhythmically. The tight ridges of her ass surrounded my cock, squeezing and massaging it with each thrust. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my dick sliding so effortlessly in and out of her asshole.
“Smack my ass,” she begged.
I gave her full rump a solid smack, the flesh jiggling and turning red from the impact. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any deeper, she lifted herself up onto her forearms, shoving my cock farther into her body.
“Holy fuck!”
That was it, I couldn’t hold back. Fuck, I was coming and there was no stopping it. I grunted like a wild animal as my dick exploded in a flood of hot, thick jizz. Her tight canal strangled my shaft, squeezing every last drop from my throbbing balls. I watched as the white liquid poured from her asshole and down my ballsack. My dick slowly slid from her body and I steadied myself on the washer, breathing deeply and trying to keep myself from laughing in pure elation.
“Fuck,” I said, embarassed by my performance.
Beth didn’t move, she simply looked at me over her shoulder and said, “Well? Are you gonna finish me off or what?”
She was such a greedy bitch and that’s what I loved about her most. What a dirty slut, I thought as a new wave of pleasure washed over me. Oh, she’d get hers alright.
I fell to my knees, plunging my tongue into her asshole without hesitation. She yelped and giggled as I continued to tongue-fuck her ass. Her hands were busy at work tending to her clit. She pushed down on my face, riding my tongue and smearing pussy cream everywhere. I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her body harder onto my face. I was hungry for her.
She was finger-fucking herself now with two fingers while my tongue and mouth tended to her tight hole. The washer machine continued to vibrate her body and I knew she was close. She was whining, grinding against my face with those gorgeous moves of hers. I tasted her sweet cum as her pussy released its own fury of ecstasy. I continued to eat her ass until she lowered her leg and skirt, moving me out of the way. My face was covered in sweat and cum.
Beth laughed at the sight of me.
“Go clean yourself up,” she said, putting her bra back on. “You look like a fucking mess.”
