Donna:
Work went on as normal. Busy, obnoxious customers, drama with the staff. Early in the morning Larry called me into his office. When he locked the door, I knew he had something private to tell me.
“Donna, you were remarkable the other day,” Larry leaned against his desk. “I’ve never had sex like that before. Three times in a row. You’re special.”
I smiled at the compliment. I thought I knew what was coming. Despite our agreement to not have an affair, he would propose some arrangements. I’d have to say no, and then we would get awkward at work.
Larry leaned into me and kissed me. I opened my mouth and melted into his arms. I could feel his erection pressing at my stomach. His hands rubbed my breasts and butt. Even through all my layers of clothes his touch lit the fire in my pussy. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it through his pants.
He pulled at his belt. I undid my jeans and pushed them down. He pushed me to lean over his desk. Then he slipped his cock into my soaking wet pussy.
I bit my hand as he pounded me harder and harder. His desk started to move under us. Then Larry stiffened and I felt him jetting his cum into my pussy. I clamped down hard as my own orgasm peaked. I grunted and Larry laid across my back for a moment. Then he stood up and pulled up his pants. I pulled up mine, knowing I’d be walking around for another couple of hours with his cum sloshing in my pussy.
I started to panic “We can’t do this. We said no affair.”
“I know. But we had fun on the boat ride?” Larry rubbed his fingers through his hair. He wasn’t the type who people said ‘no’ to, but I did.
“I’m going to walk out of this office and people are going to guess we just had sex.”
“No, they won’t.” Larry tried to smile.
“That’s the way our minds work. Plus, I’m going to be walking funny with your cum in my pussy.”
Larry just looked at me. What was he thinking? Was he going to fire me, now?
I took a deep breath. The panic receded a bit. I firmed my voice up. Not angry but like I was talking to a child who didn’t want to follow the rules. “We said no affair. That means no affair. No sex at work. No sneaking around to motel rooms or each other’s houses. You don’t get to call me into the office and molest me while my co-workers talk about me fucking the boss. Do you understand me?”
Larry nodded. “But I thought you just…”
I waved it away. “This is naughty and dirty, and it turns me on. But I can’t keep doing this. But ask me nice if you want me go on another boat ride. If I want to, I’ll go. If I don’t, I’ll tell you.” I opened the door. Kathy ducked around the corner. She’d probably heard the whole thing.
****
Three days later…
When I got home Dave was already there. I undid my jeans and pushed his hand into the mess between my legs.
He grinned at me. “You’ve been a bad girl.”
“Yeah. Larry.”
“Did you tell him ‘No’ again?” Dave pushed a finger into the slippery mess in my still tingling pussy.
“Yeah, after we did it. I’m a slut.”
“Did he tip you again?”
I rummaged in my apron and pulled out the two folded hundreds that Larry must have stuffed in there. “Yup. I’m a whore. Pretty sure the rest of the diner knows it.”
“Why?”
“Kathy sent a trucker over to talk to me.” I looked Dave in the eye. “He started chatting me up while I was doing my checks.”
“That happens. Why do you think Kathy sent him?”
“She was watching when he offered me fifty bucks to go to his truck with him.”
Dave grinned at me some more as he felt for my g-spot. “And…”
“I told him I wasn’t a lot lizard.”
Dave looked at me. He knew there was more.
“Then I said he couldn’t afford me. He didn’t like the answer, so he huffed off. Kathy didn’t miss a minute of that. She ran over and asked me what happened.”
“Did you tell her?”
“I told her I don’t work parking lots.”
“But you didn’t tell her you weren’t taking money for sex.”
“I’m not a whore.”
Dave picked up the two hundred dollars. “It’s OK with me. As long as you’re having fun with it. I’d prefer you didn’t undersell yourself, but charge for it if you want.”
I turned beet red and looked away from him. I didn’t want him to see what I was thinking. Larry’s ‘tip’ for sex had been more than I’d made the rest of the week. Dave’s hall pass could pay a lot of bills if I was careful.
“Larry wants me to go out with him and a friend this weekend. Do you know what that means?”
Dave shivered and bit his lip. “That means he wants you to service his friend.”
“Yeah. He’s already sure I’m easy and willing to trade sex for money. He likes me, but if he’s going to use me like a party favor….”
“Did he tell you what services he expected you to provide?”
“He just said he’d make it worth my while.” I mumbled.
“Tell him $600 for the pair of them. Is he going to bring just the one guest?”
“Christ, I hope that’s all. Having two men is bad enough.”
“It’s not like we haven’t had sex four or five times in a row.”
“Not the same thing,” I grabbed him. “That’s you. I love you.”
“You did it three times on the boat trip” Dave grinned at me in his infuriating way. “And with me every day after.”
“Yeah well.” Her cheeks turned rosy pink.
“Didn’t break, did it?”
“No. But it’s getting tender.”
“And how many times have you and Larry done the nasty at work?” Dave found my g-spot and I groaned.
“Stop that…” I didn’t mean it and he didn’t pay attention. I pulled him too me. “It’s been every day this week and twice on Tuesday.”
“He definitely likes you.”
“Yes, I suppose he does….” By the time I had this revelation, my clothes had reached the floor. Dave lifted me onto the waterbed and settled between my legs, his hard cock sliding into my messy pussy with ease. He started a slow rhythmic slide, in and out of my pussy with his cock pulling almost completely out with each stroke.
I moaned and dug into his back as he pushed my legs over his shoulders. The improved access took him to my g-spot with every stroke and I started clenching. “Oh gawd…..”
Dave’s stamina is remarkable. He kept going as I thrashed and moaned. The cum and pussy juice already lubricating my pussy made obscene slurping noises as he stroked in and out. His crescendo built until we both seized and cried out.
****
Dave:
The next day I came home at lunch. Donna had the day off. A pickup was parked in our driveway next to her Grand Am. My cock had a good idea what was going on. Nearly constant sex for a week was making both of us a little lust crazy.
I went to our bedroom window. I could hear them going at it before I got there. The rhythmic pounding of the headboard on the outside wall made it clear what was happening. As I got closer, I could hear Donna moaning loudly. I leaned against the window and could see her, on her back with Larry’s big hairy body between her legs and his ass pumping up in the air.
I didn’t like Larry. He was an arrogant asshole. But Donna liked him well enough to fuck him, so watching them was a weird mix of jealousy and satisfaction. Very hard to get my head around. So, all I could do was watch with my cock straining in my pants.
She had her arms and legs wrapped around him and met his thrusts with her hips rising. I could imagine the sloppy sound of his balls slapping her pussy, her pussy pulsing around his dick as she came. Then Larry stiffened and groaned. He jerked and buried his cock deeper into her as he spewed cum.
They shuddered and kissed, before he rolled off to go to the bathroom. Donna looked at me looking at her through the window and waved at me to go away. She got up and put a robe on.
Our kitchen is just past the bathroom with a window I could easily see through. I watched as Larry kissed Donna by the sink. The kiss deepened quickly. It was obvious the passion hadn’t lessened between them. Larry’s hands slipped inside of Donna’s robe to stroke her hard nipples the way that drives her crazy and Donna undid his pants and pushed them off of his hips.
Larry’s substantial cock sprang free and he turned Donna around. He fit his cock between her legs and pushed it quickly into her well lubricated pussy. They stood there, thrusting frantically at each other until Larry stiffened once again. When he was done, he pulled up his pants, and kissed my wife long and hard. When the kiss finally broke he stuck his hand in his pants pocket and pulled out some folded bills. He pushed these into Donna’s hand and went to the door.
I waited for Larry’s truck to start and leave before I went inside. Donna was still leaning against the counter, red faced with streaks of jizz running down her legs.
“Still want me to have a hall pass?” she said.
“This is more than a hall pass. You’ve got a business venture going here. I thought you were taking the day off.”
“Larry wanted to make the arrangements for the boat trip. It’s getting more complicated.”
“What do you mean?”
“He wants me to spend the night with him at the motel by the boat dock. Then he wants me to fix meals for them on the trip. And wear a bikini or less all the time. I’m supposed to supply the eye candy and sex. He’s got an island where we can camp on Saturday night. He intends to fish Sunday morning and have me back to shore by dinner time.”
“And the whole time you’re going to be servicing both of them?” I asked, my cock aching harder.
“Apparently, I’m a cook, a waitress, a whore and a slut. Larry told me I’d get a thousand for showing up Friday night.” Donna looked at me hard. “And I agreed. Do you want me to?”
“It’s up to you.”
“My reputation is shot by now. I might as well get something out of it.”
“But do you want to?”
Donna looked at me with a sad introspective look. “This thing with Larry has been crazy sexy. Throw another guy in the mix? Depends on the guy. I don’t know if I want to just fuck somebody. I think they’d have to be attractive and a nice person.”
“Larry’s a nice person?” I found that statement hard to believe.
“He always has been with me.” Donna searched my face for some sign of my reaction.
“I love you.” I leaned in and kissed her. Mimicking Larry from half an hour before I reached inside of her dressing gown and cupped her breast. Her eraser shaped nipple hardened under my touch. Our tongues danced. I could smell Larry’s after shave on her. She dug at my belt and unfastened my pants, pushing them to the ground over my steel hard erection.
Then I lifted her up and sat her on my cock. I slid in with no effective resistance and she clamped her legs around my back. I leaned her into the counter and started stroking her hard. The combination of fantasy lust and Larry’s jizz all around my cock brought my orgasm on hard and fast. Donna’s hadn’t stopped.
My cock pulsed streamers into her pussy. I shot more cum than I thought possible until her pussy overflowed and dripped on the counter and the floor.
We staggered as I got her to her feet and pulled my pants off of the floor. She slipped into the bathroom to clean herself.
I made a cup of coffee and a sandwich.
Was this going too far? Larry was at my house, fucking my wife and paying her to go on a camping trip to fuck his friend. I munched my sandwich, and rubbed my, once again, rock hard cock.
Donna came out of the bathroom, red-faced and smelling of soap. I offered her the rest of my sandwich and fixed her a coffee. We sat at the table and stared at each other, the pile of Larry’s money in front of us. I counted the roll while Donna ate. Larry had left $600 in twenties and fifties. He must be impressed.
“Do you want to do this?” I asked her.
“I dunno. This is more than a little naughty. This is raunchy. I’ve gone from having a sexy afternoon with my boss to full on prostitute in a week and I haven’t caught my breath.” Donna squeezed my hand. “The sex has been good. Larry is a passionate lover.”
“Best you ever had?”
Donna blushed. “I wouldn’t say that, but he’s new and hot and it’s so bad what I’m doing…”
“I got a rush watching you with Larry today. Brings a whole new level of visualization to your stories and to thinking about what you’re doing. I’ll miss you this weekend, but I can see you with your legs in the air or bent over a bench getting pounded. And I hope you’ll have something left for me on Sunday night.”
Donna blushed, then she squeezed my leg and kissed me. “I need to get packed before the kids get home from school. Larry expects me there by six for dinner.”
****
Donna:
I had ditched my kids with Dave to go away for the weekend with another man. I was a slut. My first husband had called me a whore and a slut and he was right. I was a well-paid slut and my husband loved me doing whatever I wanted.
I rolled into the Landing where Larry kept his boat and parked by the little motel and restaurant. I still wasn’t sure what I wanted this weekend. We were meeting in the restaurant for drinks and dinner before heading off to the room. To have sex, I expected. But what about tomorrow and his friend? What did I want?
I got out of my car and locked it.
Larry sat at the bar sipping on a beer when I walked in.
“Do you want a drink?”
“Jack and Coke,” I said and sat on the stool next to him. I was tense. A weekend date with another man was a big enough step. But bringing a friend along?
“Are you OK?” Larry asked when my drink arrived.
I sucked in a big gulp. “Not really.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m not a whore. It’s not like I want to screw a bunch of random guys. I didn’t even do you for the money. That was all you. I just like you. My husband doesn’t mind if I have an adventure or two so…”
“We said ‘no affair’. That means it’s a business proposition.” Larry took a long pull on his beer.
“To you it’s business. But you know what happened with Gerald. I won’t be trapped into being a sex toy.” I held Larry’s hand. I liked sex with him, but I dreaded the idea of guaranteeing some random stranger’s access to my pussy. Larry pressed something into my hand.
“That’s for this weekend. You came out because I asked you to. You don’t have to do anything. Not with me or with Doug, my business associate. I’ll even get a cot to sleep on tonight so you can have the bed.”
“Thank you,” I kissed him. “But I didn’t come down here to sleep alone…”
****
The next morning Larry and I prepared the boat for our overnight trip. We were in our bathing suits and tee shirts since temperature was pushing 80 by seven o’clock. By 9 o’clock Larry greeted his friend on the dock. He looked younger than Larry and leaner with an infectious smile.
“Donna, I want you to meet Doug.”
Doug looked me up and down. My oversized tee shirt hid most of my modest attributes. He smiled at me like he expected me to melt, “Hi Donna. Glad to meet you.” And held out a hand.
His hand was dry and rough, like he worked outside. He smiled shyly at me.
“Hi Doug.” I bit my lip. “Glad to meet you.”
I looked at Larry who was industriously loading supplies in the cabin.
Doug climbed down into the boat, and I handed him my backpack and purse. “Please put those under the middle seat, in the storage area.”
Larry had come out of the cabin. “Can you get the lines?”
“Sure.” I unhitched the bow line. Larry started the big V8s that powered his boat.
I unhitched the stern line and climbed into the back of the boat. Doug leaned over the side and pushed us out from the dock as Larry engaged the drive and idled us out of the harbor.
Sweat made the tee-shirt stick to my back as the wind, when we picked up speed, slapped the cloth against my skin. I looked over at Doug, who was apparently studying the river and the nearby islands. He wasn’t staring at me, so I felt a little more comfortable. Larry was driving the boat. I pulled the tee shirt off and hung it on the cabin door. Now I was in my bikini, showing a lot of skin. I got the sunscreen out and started rubbing the cream into my skin.
Larry pulled me over. “You drive while I do your back.”
Ignoring Doug, I slipped onto Larry’s lap and took over the controls.
Larry rubbed sunscreen on my back. “You need to lose the top so you don’t get tan lines.”
“Your friend might get the wrong idea…”
“No. He’ll get the right idea. You’re a sexy woman with great tits. He knows to behave. I told you; you aren’t required to do anything.”
I bit my lip. He undid my bathing suit top, and I hung it up next to the tee-shirt. I focused on driving the boat while Larry massaged sunscreen into my back and breasts. His hands on my breasts made me think of the sex last night when he had mounted me from behind and cupped my breasts and pounded my pussy to multiple orgasms.
I moaned a little and caught Doug looking at us. I resolutely turned my eyes back to the water in front of me. My pussy quivered. After several hours of bouncing on the light chop my body was sensitive and ready to go.
Doug was attractive. And he kept looking at me like I might be lunch. I think Larry knew what was going on. He’d gotten very familiar with my reactions in the last week. I think he was counting on me to give in to lust.
I focused on the channel in front of me, but my thoughts were on my recent choices. Dave had encouraged me to screw around. He’d raised the specter of my inner slut when I told him about cheating on my first husband with a friend named Chet.
Once.
When we were at the end of the marriage.
And I was so afraid of being hurt by my husband I didn’t dare repeat the adventure, even though I’d enjoyed it. I hadn’t been in love with Chet. We’d had sex for fun.
Dave loved the idea so much he encouraged me to go on a date with Chet the next time he was in town. That had been an all-night adventure that had left me breathless for days.
Then when Larry hit on me, it just seemed natural to have sex with him. One boat trip. Sex for fun. We agreed it wouldn’t be an affair.
But he’d tipped me for sex.
Paid me.
And we’d spent the last week not having an affair and screwing in his office every day. And every day he put money in my apron in appreciation of my services. Then, as a fully paid up prostitute, I slept with Larry last night, what sleep we got. And today, half naked on a boat in the middle of the river with two men.
And I was pretty sure Doug expected to fuck me, too.
I glanced at Doug again. He had taken his shirt off and displayed his fine muscles. I thought about rubbing sunscreen on him. His shorts seemed extra tight in the crotch, or maybe he was happy to see me. I stifled a moan.
I could feel Larry’s erect cock pressing at my pussy through our swim trunks. His hands were on my hips mimicking the motions when we fucked on the last boat trip
“I’m not doing it in front of your friend,” I whispered in his ear.
“That’s fine. I don’t expect you too.” Larry massaged my legs and my belly and my breasts and pressed his rigid cock against my barely covered pussy. The vibrations of the boat flowed through it straight to my clit.
We crossed some heavy chop and slapped the water hard several times in a row. The sudden pressure on my sensitive parts made me spasm in a quick but intense peak, “Ohh, Oh…”
I turned red. I’d just orgasmed in public without having actual sex. Doug knew it, as did Larry. They both grinned at me.
“Larry,” Doug said. “Mind if we switch seats?”
“No, that’s fine.” Larry stood me up and slipped out. Doug slipped into the captain’s chair and pulled me onto his lap.
He was definitely happy to see me. His cock was harder than Larry’s and pushed firmly between my legs. His hands roamed over my body. I bit my lip as he cupped my breasts and thumbed my nipples. Those sensitive nubs were hardwired to my pussy.
I looked over to Larry who was watching me. I tried real hard not to think about the rigid tool separated from my pussy by two thin layers of fabric and good intentions. It was with some relief when Larry made us move so he could dock the boat.
Our dockage was at the end of an island in the middle of the river. High above the dock stood a house with a nice yard surrounded by pine trees. Even though there were dozens of other islands and cottages within sight, the location seemed as remote as the ends of the earth. The movable dock had been placed in a sandy cove at the base of the giant granite boulder that was the island itself.
“Donna, why don’t you take a swim. We’ll carry the stuff up to the house.” Larry said.
I picked up my bikini top to put it on, but Larry stopped me. “No one around here to care if you’re naked. Leave it off.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. Apparently, they preferred me topless. I shrugged and climbed down to the beach. The water was cold, so I crashed in and dove underneath the surface. When I came up the coolness refreshed me. I laid back and paddled in the little bay. The area was beautiful. I wished Dave and I could come out here sometime.
Something splashed in the water behind me. I turned to see the ripples in the water but nothing else. I thought the men had gone up to the house. Suddenly something grabbed my legs and surfaced in front of me.
Doug.
“You startled me.” He was so close to me his chest hairs tickled my erect nipples.
“You do something for me, too.” His hands were on my hips. He leaned in and kissed me.
I kissed him back.
My resolve not to be passed around melted with the heat of his lips. We kissed with passion for a long time. His hard cock pressed against me. I rubbed my hands down his back and on to his bare butt. He was naked. And his hard, naked cock was poking at me.
And then my bikini bottoms were floating towards the shore.
He pulled me onto his hard cock. Even with the cold water my pussy was hot and ready. He slipped into me with a little grunt. He kissed me while he thrust his cock into me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we thrashed int the water.
Doug was different than Larry or Chet or Dave. A little bigger, his body was harder. I loved the feel of his muscles under my hands as he worked to give me another major orgasm.
“Oh shit, Oh… Oh… Ohh. Gawwwd.” I moaned and clutched hard to his shoulders as the water splashed around us. Finally, hot pulses on my pussy walls signaled his completion. My own orgasm only started to fade when he cock softened and retreated with the cold river water.
“Oh, shit. That was good,” I breathed in his ear as we disentangled.
“It was,” he said into my mouth as he kissed me again.
The kiss was good, but the water was cold and I shivered. My nipples were rock hard and not from lust. I grabbed my bikini bottoms and retreated to the house with my bag of dry clothes.
I knew Larry didn’t want me dressed in much so I pulled on a Rude Dog tee shirt that belonged to my husband. It was so big it served me as a sexy off the shoulder dress, with holes in strategic places.
I didn’t bother with the bikini bottoms. They were going to be cold and clammy so I carried them up to the house and put them on the deck railing in the sun. I went inside. Noises were coming from the kitchen and voices from the sunporch. I went to the kitchen.
Larry was banging pots around.
“How’s it going?” I asked.
“Trying to find the stuff to make dinner.”
“What’s on the menu?” I asked.
“Steaks. Baked potatoes. Corn. But there’s no gas for the stove.”
“Is there a barbecue grill?”
“Maybe, but I don’t think there’s any charcoal.”
“Well go look. We can do it with a camp fire if we have to.” I sent Larry looking for the grill and charcoal. A couple of cast iron pans and an industrial roll of aluminum foil were the sole occupants of one cupboard. Another had a full plate service, and a drawer presented a workable if eclectic collection of silverware.
The chef’s knives in the block on the island were sharp. I sliced and stabbed the potatoes wrapping them individually. I shucked and wrapped the corn. By the time Larry came back I had set the steaks to marinade in salt and pepper and Worcestershire Sauce in a big glass bowl with a plastic lid.
“Got the barbecue going. It was in the shed.” Larry came up behind me.
“Great.” I loaded the potatoes and corn on a serving tray. “We can throw these in the coals and they’ll be ready in an hour or so. Meanwhile, the steaks are marinating.”
Larry took the tray of vegetables out and I added some vinegar to the steaks. The kitchen was well stocked with good equipment and seasonings. I reached up for the plates and a pair of hands slipped under my tee shirt.
“I missed our boat sex, today,” Larry growled in my ear.
I leaned back into him. His hard cock pressed through his trunks and reminded me I hadn’t put bottoms on. I wiggled and moaned a little. “Me too. That’s the weirdest sex I ever had but it was great.”
“Well, we’ll have to try kitchen sex,” Larry said as he bit my neck.
I giggled. “Kitchen sex is good.”
Heat built in my pussy still tender from the pounding Doug had given it. Larry bent me over the kitchen island and slipped his cock into my exposed pussy. The bulbous head stroked the back of my pussy while the thick, veined under side of his cock rubbed across my tender G-spot.
“Oh shit…” I pushed back at him.
Larry’s strokes were slow. His hands slid under my shirt to fondle my breasts. His rough fingers tweaked my sensitive nipples and my pussy started clenching. “Did you like Doug fucking you?” he whispered at me.
“Yes… ohhhhhhh.”
“Do you like me fucking you?” Larry gripped my hips to control our rhythm.
“Yes… yes… Ohhhh shit.”
“Are you fucking us for the money?” Larry’s strokes became more aggressive.
I shook my head as I moaned and called out. My orgasm had me in its control. Doug could be watching from the doorway, and it wouldn’t matter. They both knew I was a slut now. The pressure in my pussy built with Larry’s increased tempo. When he finally spasmed, I shook and clenched his cock. I felt the hot splashes of cum in my pussy, mixing with the remnants of Doug’s jizz. I was a whore and a slut. Two men in a day.
I laid across the kitchen island and panted.
Larry’s cock slipped out of my pussy and a hot mass slid down my thighs. Larry turned me around and kissed me hard and deep and passionately. Different than Doug, different than Dave, but hot and nice.
I grabbed a paper towel and wiped myself and the glob of cum off the floor. “I need to check on the potatoes.”
After washing up, I went outside to the grill with a fork and probed the potatoes. They were nearly done, and as the echoes of my last orgasm passed, so was I. Larry was fun when it was just Larry. I didn’t mind him fucking me at work or on the boat. It was good.
Doug had been fun if a little awkward. Like he expected me to service him.
The thought of two men in bed with me at once crossed my mind. The shiver of lust was matched with a frission of shame because neither of these two lovers would be my husband.
I sighed and went in to get the steaks
***
Dinner was a quiet and awkward affair. I sat on the opposite side of the table from Larry and as far away from Doug as I could manage. The men started a half-hearted conversation, but they were both staring at me.
The silent conversation was loud enough.
‘Will she fuck me tonight?’
‘Would she take both us? Would Larry/Doug freak out with another man in bed with them?’
Would I freak out? The thought of Larry’s cock in me where his jizz was still warm and Doug kissing me or worse, sticking his cock in my mouth while he played with my tits and Larry pound me from behind…
“Donna, are you alright?” Larry leaned across the table.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I felt my face blaze out of my daydream.
“You looked like you were some place else…”
“Y’know,” Doug leaned back in his chair and took a long drink of his beer. “I get the impression you aren’t a pro.”
My blush deepened. “No. I’m not a pro. I haven’t been with very many men at all, and half of them were perverts.”
The men exchanged glances. I guess I said the stuff no one is supposed to say.
“Larry, you know the Gerald story, but you don’t know what I went through. Now you’ve got me trapped on an island with a stranger…” I looked at Doug and blushed some more. “A hot, sexy stranger… And you guys expect me to perform like a hooker? One guy, two guys? What happens if I don’t want to? Are you going to hurt me? Or abandon me here? What do I do?”
Now I started to cry. I pushed away from the table and ran to the bedroom I’d dropped my bag in and locked the door. I stopped sobbing after a bit. From the main room I heard the men’s voices and the scrape of dishes as they cleared the table. I closed my eyes to the sound of water running in the sink and opened them again to sunshine coming through the window.
I’d slept through the night.
The cottage/house was quiet, but I could smell coffee that had been left on the heater too long. I got up, washed myself in the bathroom and put on my spare bathing suit. The air was warm even with the morning breeze off the river.
The house was empty, but the gear was still there, except for poles and tackle boxes. Gone fishing…
I made a fresh pot of coffee and found leftover steak in the refrigerator. There were still coals in the grill. I stoked the fire and chopped a baked potato into little cubes. I diced up the steak and heated a pan on the coals. I dropped in butter, the potato cubes and the steak. It sizzled. A little salt and pepper to liven it up.
I was hungry after having worked hard the day before and missed my dinner. My pussy had returned to a tender normal. I sipped my coffee on the deck and watched the river flow by. It was relaxing. Motorboats sounded in the distance.
The problem had been avoided last night. In the light of day, I didn’t think Larry or Doug would be a problem. If I was honest with myself, I anticipated the ride back with Doug or Larry paying special attention to me. I didn’t care which one, if I was honest, as long as it wasn’t both at the same time. That scared me.
And thrilled me.
Two men making me orgasm over and over. Sucking my breasts at the same time… Oh my god… Holding me while the other drives his hard cock in my eager pussy and then swapping off so the other can have his turn.
I was feeling hot and naughty.
“There you are sleepy head,” Larry called from the path. “Ready for some breakfast trout?”
Doug waved from behind Larry.
“I ate leftovers. Clean it and I’ll grill it for you guys.”
I rekindled the coals and prepped some leeks and garlic. By the time I had a bed of coals, Larry had a couple of fillets ready to drop in the hot pan with butter. The garlic and leeks followed the fish.
My spare bathing suit was a bit smaller than I liked, even accounting for my B cup breasts. I showed a great amount of skin. The fish sizzled in the pan and Doug slipped up behind me. He dropped an apron over my head and tied it around my waist while I managed the breakfast. I could feel his heat on my naked back as he leaned in.
“Do you feel better this morning?”
“I do…”
He placed his hands on my hips which meant he had hands on naked flesh and pulled me towards his hips gently.
I leaned back into him and turned my face to kiss him which we did, deeply, for a moment. We broke. I dished out fish smothered in leeks. “Eat your breakfast.”
While I cleaned up the breakfast pans, Larry slid up beside me. “Are you OK?”
“I am. I felt overwhelmed last night. I’m sorry to spoil your fun.”
“I’ve had a great time this weekend. You’re cooking is great. You’re wasted waiting tables.”
“Diner cooking isn’t the same.” I looked up at him. Larry was a temptation because he was a nice guy.
He leaned in and kissed me. “Do you want to go upstairs with me before we pack up?”
A thrill ran through me. Sex with his friend downstairs waiting for us. “Just us. And lock the door.”
Larry frowned.
“It’ll make us both happy.” I stroked his cock through his shorts and dropped my apron on the counter.
Upstairs, I was out of my suit as soon as Larry locked the door. “Get on the bed.” I pushed him down to my level and pulled off his shorts.
Larry’s substantial member popped loose from his pants and I sucked it into my mouth with enthusiasm. His hands tangled in my hair as I bobbed up and down. I fondled his heavy balls with one hand and pinched his nipple with the other.
“Oh shit,” he moaned.
I felt him getting close. His cockhead began to swell. I let his cock fall from my mouth to his sad moan of disappointment. “It’s all right. It will be all better soon.”
I straddled his middle and fed his substantial cock into my pussy. I moaned as he dug his fingers into my butt as he pushed deeper. “Oh gawd…. Oh gawd….”
Once we were settled with his cock as deep as it would go, he began to tease my nipples. I rocked back and forth, his cock never pulling out of my pussy but stroking the inside. He dragged across my G-spot with ever stroke and I quivered and clenched. My orgasm built hard and fast, but I didn’t want to release.
The thought of Doug downstairs, or at the door, listening to Larry and me screwing thrilled me. The more I thought about Doug and how he had made me feel in the bay by the boat, the higher my peak became. I knew I was going to be a naughty girl on the way back.
Larry arched his back and moaned as he shot warm gushes of cum into me. I clamped hard on his dick and dug my nails into his chest as wave after orgasmic wave rocked me.
Done, I rolled off him with his semi-erect penis making an audible slurp as it popped out. I giggled on my back with his cum running down the crack of my ass.
“Ummm, I liked that.”
“I need to put you in a compromising position more often.” Larry grinned and rolled out of bed. “We need to pack up.”
Larry left my room and I packed, not that I had much besides yesterday’s bathing suit, a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. I didn’t bother with the shorts or the top of my bikini. The Rude-Dog shirt was good enough and Dave would appreciate that I was being a sex kitten in his old torn tee-shirt.
I went to the kitchen with my backpack to make sure the dishes were put away. Doug was just drying the breakfast plates.
“Sounded like you were having fun.”
I blushed hard and my nipples stood up hard against the coarseness of the shirt. “Yes… I guess so.”
“And you’re married?” Doug asked as he dried and put the last plate away.
“Yes.” I straightened up. I didn’t need judgment and criticism. “He knows everything.”
“Well, that’s honest.”
“Yes. I don’t sneak. He wants me to have fun.”
“And Larry pays you?”
“Larry’s my boss at the diner. This is just for fun.”
“So, I shouldn’t have… yesterday in the water…”
“I didn’t mind.” I blushed harder. “You’re sexy. I wouldn’t mind it.”
“We’re heading back in soon.”
“Boat sex is great. Ask Larry about that.”
Doug arched his eyebrows. “Really?”
***
After I helped Larry undock, I stood between the front seats. I leaned over to Larry so he could hear me. “I’m going to show Doug what boat sex can be like. Do you mind?”
Larry grinned and guided the boat into the channel. I kicked off the bottoms of my bathing suit leaving me with nothing on but the oversized tee shirt. Doug watched me carefully. I didn’t want to expose myself to a river full of spectators, so I left the shirt on and knelt down to remove Doug’s shorts.
He lifted his butt and let the shorts fall to the deck. His hard cock bounced as the boat hit the waves. I leaned in and sucked it into my mouth.
He grabbed the back of my head, I tried not to choke when Larry hit some chop, intentionally I think. I licked and sucked his dick like I enjoyed it just to watch his eyes roll back in his head. I felt his cock throb so I pulled off before he could cum. I wanted to give him the full ride, and I didn’t feel like choking on his jizz.
“Oh gawd, that was great,” he said into my ear as I straddled his lap. He moaned when I pushed his dick into my pussy and cried out when I bit his shoulder. The motion of the boat did what needed doing. Doug slipped his hands under my shirt and tweaked my nipples while I rode his cock with a nearly constant spasming orgasm. When we were farther from shore and the morning boat traffic, he had me lean over the rear facing seat behind his seat so he could push his hard dick into my wet pussy.
I moaned as he pounded me. My clit slid against the vinyl of the seat, pushing my orgasm higher and harder. We fucked hard until maintaining a rhythm seemed impossible. Then we hit a series of waves that lifted the boat and then slapped it against the water. Three of these sudden jarring motions and Doug began to shoot cum. By the fifth one I was screaming my orgasm.
Doug pulled out and staggered to the other seat. I leaned on Larry. “You did that on purpose.”
He grinned and kissed me. “Want to drive?”
“Oh shit…” The thrill ran through me I’d felt when I dreamed about being with both men. I shifted to take the wheel and Larry shucked out of his shorts. I slipped in between him and the wheel. He helped me sit on his lap and impaled me with his cock. My pussy was already dripping from Doug, so Larry’s substantial cock slipped right in.
I tried hard to focus on steering the boat while Larry fucked me. But then my shirt disappeared, and Doug sucked on my tit and stroked my clit. I shook hard and closed my eyes when the first major peak hit me. Then Doug was kissing me, and Larry exploded in my pussy.
I lost track of everything but sensations exploding in my body.
Somehow, I ended up in the cabin on the bed. Doug was on top of me, gently driving his cock into my sloppy pussy and Larry kissed me. The attention from both men kept my orgasm at its peak as they switched off, each taking turns driving me to higher peaks.
At last we slept. The boat rocked gently. I didn’t know if we were docked or anchored or just drifting. Daylight lit the cabin through the portholes, so we hadn’t lost too much time.
Larry rolled to his feet and shuffled out of the cabin. I followed him to get my shirt and bikini bottoms.
****
“If it was still daylight when you finished…” I kissed Donna. She was sunburned and red faced from the wind. “…why are you so late getting back?”
She looked down and away. “Don’t be mad at me…”
“Never. As long as you’re having fun and as long as you love me.”
“I had fun… We docked the boat about three in the afternoon, but the boys decided they wanted to continue having fun, and I agreed. We went back to Larry’s room in the motel where we’d spent the first night. The rest of the afternoon and evening we played in the room. I’m officially a slut. I sucked and fucked both of them together, one in my mouth and the other in my pussy.
“I let them cum in my mouth…
“I didn’t want to stop but I wanted to get home to you. I can’t do that again. It’s too much.”
“But you enjoyed yourself?” I stroked her hair and pulled her to me. She spread her legs to give me access to her raw and swollen pussy.
“I did. Larry tried to give me more money, but I wouldn’t take it. I’m not a whore. If I was a whore this would have just been business. Instead… ummmm.” Donna moaned as I pushed my rigid cock into her well used cunt. “This was for fun… Too much fun…”
****
This is the end of my adventures with Larry my boss, and getting paid for sex. In the cold light of day, the situation bothered me, so I decided I didn’t want to be a paid whore for my boss.
I won’t say I quit my adventures and I won’t say I never took money for sex again, Some guys think they are so desirable that I should give them what they want for free, so I challenge them to meet my price.
Most of them walk away. Occasionally some fool agrees to pay me for sex. Sometimes I take them up, depending on whether I like them or not.
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