6 comments/ 37242 views/ 4 favorites Emily's Vacation By: ViTaMiN87 This is my first story for this site. It contains some voyeurism and non-consent, but I promise everything turns out just fine for our heroine in the end. Emily sighed as she swiped her card into her hotel room lock. After two hours worth of flight delays on the red eye, she could barely stand, much less talk to the concierge and get her room. The process had been almost as exhausting as the flight itself. Still, now that it was all over, it was completely worth it. Two weeks to herself right next to the best beaches money could access. If she weren't so tired, she could have laughed and jumped for joy. Walking into the hotel room she was confronted by a fairly standard suite. Two beds (not one big bed, as she'd asked for), a tv, drawers between the beds, and a table with chairs. To her right was the bathroom, with a rather impressive large shower. Setting her bags down, Emily thought of creating a schedule for the day, just as she was used to doing. In the financial world, one cannot be very efficient without a detailed plan. Just as she was unzipping her bags however, she came to a stunning realization. I don't have to any of this. Two weeks was a long time, she would be able to do whatever she wanted. Fuck planners. Fuck timetables. I should just go straight to the beach and liberate myself. Resolving herself, Emily dropped everything and grabbed her towel. Who cares if it's 4 in the morning? I came here for the beach and I'm damn well going to the beach. The brochure had said there was a massive public beach near the resort, as well as two more secluded spots (rumored to be clothng optional) within walking distance. Though she didn't have a map, Emily knew the hotel was the tallest building for miles, she could easily find her way back here. Besides, I'll ask the dude at the front desk. With that, she closed her door behind her and headed out with her towel. Once she got downstairs, she saw that the man at the front desk had left, but it didn't matter, she would just find her way to one of the secluded beaches and lay out. Outside it was still dark, so Emily headed for the coast on one of the smaller footpaths away from the manicured resort and through the grasses and scrubland that buffered the coast. She figured that the smaller path was bound to lead to one of the small private beaches. Hiking the skinny path in her business shoes reassured her – the path was rocky and sandy, promising if she was looking for the road less traveled. After just a few minutes of hiking, Emily felt her shoe land on fine sand. She could hear the crash of the waves, smell the fresh saltiness of the ocean. This was what she had come here for. She felt all the stress and worry of her day-to-day grind just slough off her. Oh my god, got to get Free! Emily couldn't get out of her business clothes fast enough. She tossed them around haphazardly, I can get them later, the feeling of being alone on the beach was exhilarating. Down to her underwear, she held her towel over her head and ran to the ocean. The water was cool, but by no means cold, this far south even the nights were fairly warm. She immersed herself up to her D cup bra. Then out of nowhere a wave quickly arose and dunked the rest of her. Sputtering and stumbling, she retreated out of the water. I'll do my swimming when I can see in front of me. Picking a nice spot on the dry, loose sand, Emily put her towel (which she had just barely kept dry) down and stripped off her wet underwear, full breasts pillowing free once released from their bra. It felt great to be naked out in the great outdoors. She bent down and touched her toes, then ran her hands up her long legs, over her hips, across her stomach and up to her breasts, which she slowly massaged. She couldn't have been rid of her work clothes any sooner, the sensation was wonderful, pure freedom. Looking around, Emily could just make out a rock outcropping twenty or thirty yards away on which to dry her clothes. Grabbing her bra and panties in one hand, and supporting her bouncing breasts with the other, she skipped and ran to the rocks to lay the clothes out. Once the sun came up, they would dry in no time. Then she made her way back to her towel, she even did a cartwheel halfway there. Finally free, Emily decided to get what little sleep she could right here under the stars. Naked from head to toe, she laid down on her towel, completely spread out. There was nobody around for miles and the night air was plenty warm. On her back, she placed her hands behind her head to make a makeshift pillow. With all of the stress of her daily life gone, Emily felt like a new woman. Of the thousands of people who used that particular beach every day, none could say they ever laid down to sleep in a more contented state. Click!...Chhhhh. "Wow" Click!... Chhhhh. Emily awoke several hours later, feeling well rested if a little groggy from getting so little sleep. Her long reddish brown nair had covered her eyes in her sleep, but from what she could see, the sky looked blue and beautiful. Click!... Chhhh Her muscles felt relaxed, and her job felt a million miles away. She could feel her nipples perking up from a light breeze that played across her splayed out body. The wind even ruffled her trimmed pubic hair ever so sightly. Wow! You don't ever feel that in the city. She could hear waves crashing, birds chirping, people laughing, talking, and murmuring excitedly. Click!... Chhhhh Wait. People talking. Lots of people talking. And they're close. Suddenly alert, Emily sat bolt upright, and stared directly into a glaring camera lens from five feet away. Click!... Chhhhh. The man holding the camera took another photo. Emily's jaw fell open. She was completely exposed. Even her pussy was spread and open for the camera. "Heeeeyyyy!!" Several people yelled and called around her. "Rise and shine gorgeous!" Paniced, Emily looked to her right, straight towards a group of about ten young men, lounging and pretending to play beach ball while watching her nude form. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" Emily screamed and tried to cover herself with the towel. As she was sitting on it, this was quite difficult. She half got up, and half ripped it out from under her while turning and stumbling to her left. She tripped over herself getting away just as she turned her head to see where she was going. What she saw did not make her scream. At this point she was in far too much shock for that. She saw herself continue to stumble and fall. She saw an older man, mid sixties lying with his towel not two feet from her with. She saw him look into her eyes with a wicked grin as she fell directly over the top of him. This can't be happening. Finally she landed. She was able to extend one leg to almost catch herself, but the result was that she landed with her legs spread over the stranger's hips, heavy breasts and pert nipples swaying directly in front of his face, goosebumps beginning to show across them from the sheer embarrassment. Still, Emily was too shocked to move. She looked into the eyes of the man she had fallen onto, and he looked back. It must have only been a second but it felt like an age. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he raised his left hand. Emily could see it advancing in slow motion, but she still just could not force herself to move. Finally, it laid to rest, cupping her ample right breast. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and began to delicately roll it between his fingers. Her sensitive slit could feel his erection under her begin to grow. Only the man's thin bathing suit separated it from her open pussy. Still she couldn't move. The man's right hand to move. Oh no. Do something damn it, Move! Still Emily was rooted to the spot. The man began to grind against her pelvis, his penis hard against her slit. His hand reached his crotch, and to her dismay, unzipped his bathing suit and drew out his cock. The unwanted thing rasped against her flower. She could see his wrinkled face widen in satisfaction, feel his gut rumble with a silent laughter. He moved his hand to her vagina, still dry with shock and horror. She cringed as he pulled her lips apart. Click!... Chhhhh. The camera went off. Finally, Emily found the wherewithal to react. "What the hell are you people doing!?!" She screamed as jumped upright. Onlookers enjoyed the view of her breasts bouncing and jiggling from the jump before she managed to wrap them in her small hotel issue towel. One of the younger guys lounging near her was the first to respond: "We're just enjoying a nice day at the beach. Weren't you? We're not the ones breaking the law." It was then that Emily looked around herself. All across the beach, for at least a mile on either side, people were arriving for the day's activities. Many were already settled in. There must be thousands of people at this beach. Oh God. "I'm... You... Aarrgh!" Emily shook with rage but couldn't decide completely who to direct it towards. Looking down, she saw the older man, still peering at her. This towel doesn't reach all the way down... Then she had her target. She bent down and slapped him with full force. "You bastard!" Again, this time feeling his nose give way under her hand. Unfortunately, the violence of the motion caused her towel to come loose. Click!... Chhhh. The cameraman caught a full view of her bent over in full-on doggystyle. "Gaahh!" She tried to knock the camera out of his hand, but he only danced out of reach. Backing up just a little to quickly for her to catch him, he led her a few feet before she realized she was still without her towel. "Excuse me miss." She turned around to see another guy, shirtless and muscled, holding her towel to her and politely looking to the side. "I brought your towel. I can't apologize enough if anyone scared you. The camera is classless, but on my part I really thought you came here that way on purpose. After all this is a pretty famous beach." She snatched the towel back from him and glared. His face seemed to register genuine concern for her situation, and he was as good looking as they come. She realized her glare was turning into a gaze. She shook it off. "Err, thanks. I just need to get home." Emily made it about ten feet before realizing none of what she remembered from the dark seemed familiar now that it was day. To make it worse, she couldn't see the resort from her spot on the beach, like she'd hoped. Turning around, she found the man who'd helped her. "Umm. Could you help me get back to my hotel. I'm a little lost." "It's the least I could do." His reply came with the kindest smile Emily had ever seen. Or at least, it felt that way given her situation. He walked ahead of her. "Follow me." Emily looked the way he was heading. It seemed right, but the trip was daunting. He towel was still too short, and even wrapped around her chest, it was leaving her vagina fully open to anyone who bothered looking. From behind, the creep with the camera was still taking pictures, the bottom of her round ass was showing from under the towel, and she didn't doubt he could see her exposed lips from his position lower on the beach. Still, there was no other option. She picked her way across the sand and in between people. Most men turned to gaze at her exposed vulva, most women gave her angry stares and shakes of the head. Finally, Emily reached the path behind her mysterious helper. Her head told her she should thank him and tell him she'd be quite all right from here on out, but something in her made her keep quiet. A good thing too. Only a few steps into the path back to the hotel told her everything she needed to know about her chances of making it back. "Ow!" She jumped up and down on one foot while trying to pull a painful rock out of another. This proved costly as she landed on another painfully jagged stone. The pain in both feet sent her tumbling backwards, her towel opening up once again. She landed with her hands behind her, completely spread eagled in front of her helper. Even he wasn't enough of a saint not to ogle her trimmed pussy and bouncing breasts for a second before giving her a helping hand up. Taking it, she could see a bulge growing in his swim suit. That can't be it. That thing is huge. "Watch out," he said. "The path is pretty rough." Wrapping her towel once again, Emily felt dismayed. "How far is the hotel?" He looked toward the mainland. "Not far, a bit less than a mile." A mile? I barely made it ten feet. To him she said. "This feels terrible, but is there any way you could spare a girl your sandals?" "Umm... Well I would." It was only then that Emily looked down to see that he was also barefoot. "Wait, don't the rocks bother you?" "Not really. I come here every year, and I spend a lot of time barefoot anyway. It hurts for a few months, but then you get used to it." Emily did not have a few months, and she couldn't just stand there, pussy and ass, exquisite though they were, exposed to the whole world. Even now a mother was trying to cover her young son's eyes. It wasn't working, even he was stealing a look. There was only one option. "Ok, well. Umm... Do you think you. No." Emily looked down at her feet "Well, do you think you could carry me?" The man grinned sheepishly. The bulge in his pants wasn't getting any smaller. "Sure. I could do that. Here." He walked towards her, and with one move lifted her up into the air in front of him. She grabbed his shoulders to brace herself, and her towel came open yet again. This time she didn't care. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and the rising and falling warmth of him felt much safer and more reassuring than the towel ever did. He held her securely as he walked down the path. It was purely accidental, but from the way he was carryng her, Emily's clit began to grin against his arm as they proceeded down the path. At the beginning, it felt nice, a warming hum to go with being held in his arms. As the sensation warmed and the pleasure slowly blossomed, it even eased some of the awkwardness between them. "So I suppose we never introduced ourselves did we? My name's Emily." She hoped to strike up conversation. He smiled as he looked to her. Their faces were only inches apart. "My name's Dan. It's a, it's good to meet you." They both laughed at the absurdity of the situation. "You're right, it's a pleasure." It took serious self restraint not to kiss him. Holy Shit... I need to get it together. Still, the animal smell of him so close to her and the feeling of her clit rubbing up against him were starting to work their magic. Luckily the walk was short. His long strides carried them to the resort lawn in no time at all. By the end she was breathing more heavily than he was; she could see a trail of wetness on his arm where he had held her. It was nothing next to the moisture taking hold inside her. Thankfully, he pretended not to notice. Instead he turned to more practical matters. "Do you need help getting into your room? I noticed you don't have your key card on you." His smile turned smug at the little joke. "I might, you better come in with me." "Sounds good. Also, you might want to do something about your towel. They might be a little more strict about coverage in the hotel." Emily stared at him. "I can't do much, but let's see." With quite a bit of maneuvering, she able to just almost cover her practically dripping pussy lips with the towel. It left most of her areolas showing above the top, but perhaps to would be better than being fully exposed down below. The adjustments stung, and as she looked down at her chest she could see pinkness starting to develop. "It looks like you're starting to burn." Dan noticed. "It's almost noon, you were out there a long time. Lets get you inside." "Almost noon!?" Emily looked as she hurried inside, the sun really was high overhead. "Yeah." Dan paused and smirked. "That creep with the camera almost got a whole roll of film out of you." She playfully slapped him rather than contemplate the thought, and moments later they were at the front desk. Once Emily explained her situation to the concierge, the hotel management were less than helpful. They couldn't take her word for it that 234 really was her room. Dan interjected. "How about this, you take a picture of her, and she tells you where her ID is in the room. Once they match, you can give her the room keys." The concierge accepted, but spent more time lining up the shot than Emily felt necessary. When finished, he informed her it would take at least an hour. Emily couldn't believe it. "Fuck. If I don't get aloe by that time I'll be peeling tomorrow." Then she heard a familiar voice from behind her. "I don't want to push myself on you any more, but I actually have aloe in my room." It was Dan. Half of her wanted to bolt, this guy could be anybody, the other half of her breathed a sigh of relief, or anticipation. She couldn't deny the last few minutes with him had left her wanting more. "That sounds great. How about when you finish with all your red tape you come to room..." "428" "Yes, that one." The concierge raised his eyes from her divine breasts, exposed again by the drooping towel. "Yes Ma'am. That will be arranged." Finally. Emily let out an exasperated sigh, then turned to Dan. "After you." On the way up to Dan's room, Emily couldn't help reflecting on the day so far. Crazier than even the most stressful day at the firm, but somehow she felt fine. Much better than she should given she had just been gang spied-upon during her sleep. Somewhere out there was a man with every single nook and cranny of her body on film, but for some reason it didn't matter. Vacation isn't supposed to be boring. They reached the room, and Dan swiped his key card. Inside she was treated to a room much like her own. They walked forward, and flipped the bolt so the door wouldn't lock behind them. That way the front desk could come find them. "Here is the aloe, I'll stay here if you want to apply it in the bathroom. Maybe I can find you some clothes to wear until they let you in to your room." Dan turned towards his window, and instead of returning with the bottle of aloe like Emily thought, he revealed some sort of spiky plant. "What the shit is that?" "It's aloe vera. It's what they make aloe out of. Here, use it." Emily looked the plant over. "So... those those spikes somehow cure sunburn?" Dan just smiled. "Here, sit down, I'll show you." Emily sat down on the bed while Dan used a pair of scissors to cut the plant. Taking the end, he squeezed it slightly to make the plant ooze on one end. Then, tenderly, he took her hand in his. He massaged the aloe plant into her skin, working slowly up her arm, meandering across it to ensure he got every inch of skin. Reaching her shoulders, he stopped to whisper in her ear. "Do you want me to stop." "No, please don't stop." It took every effort of Emily's not to moan the words. Dan continued. The aloe plant felt heavenly on her skin. As he moved it across her shoulders the warmth in her skin turned to cool refreshment. Her heart sped up as she alternated between chills and flushes at his touch. When he finished soothing her other arm, he knelt to look her in the face. With one gentle but firm hand, Dan secured her head while the other traced the plant across the skin of her face. He looked her dead in the eyes the entire time, his gaze penetrating her, making her start to wonder, even to hope. His delicate touch healed her entire face in the soothing plant. When he turned to cut more off of the cactus Emily backed up on the bed, to make it easier for him to administer his treatment. She felt herself nearly trembling in anticipation. Emily's Vacation Ch. 02 The prequel can be found on my profile, but this story can also be understood without it. "Yes! You're a cat! My beautiful predator, stretch for the camera. Power. Grace. Beauty!" Janet had no idea what the hell any of that meant, but she knew the director liked it when she stretched and flexed at the same time. Wearing nothing but some designer jeans for next year's summer catalog, Janet pivoted in the sand. On her hands and knees, she raised one of her legs behind her and reached up with her arm in what she hoped was a mysterious gesture. "Yes! You goddess." The director moved in front of her and took the picture so that her arms were concealing her nipples in the shot. "Hold it, don't move." The man then walked around her, taking pictures. The strain from holding the position was exposing the tone and power in her legs. Her taut, slender curves played well with the camera, and in the soft morning light Janet knew she would look every bit the rugged goddess on this barren shore. Speaking of barren, she wondered, those aren't people over there, are they? She'd been told before the shoot that this beach was empty this early in the morning. "Slowly, lower your leg" The voice came from right behind her. His camera couldn't have been more than two feet away from her ass. "Carl, I need light. Janet, toss your hair forward." The lighting guy stepped up to to Janet and lowered himself to the ground beside her. The ocean breeze did almost nothing to hide the BO and potato chip scent. He laid down perpendicular, peering up at her naked torso from inches away. "Where do you want it sir?" "Back here, I want a few shots of the stitching at the crotch. Janet, spread a little for me and arch your back." Janet did as she was told while the lighting assistant illuminated her crotch for the director. With the cut on this new line of pants, she had no doubt the camera would catch every line of her pubic mound. The violation was all part of the business, Janet even found it a little exciting. Her agent never told her modeling jeans could be so intense. "Ok Janet, keep it arched, but turn at look back. Carl, light her face a little, I wanna catch one of those steely blues looking at me over this round sculpture here." The director stroked his full, hopefully ironic creep-stache, and almost moved to slap her ass before Janet's glare drove him back. "Thats it! Predatory. I'm in your territory. You would kill the camera if it wasn't nothing to you!" What the hell does that even mean? Janet didn't know, but it didn't matter. As long as they kept paying her, this was easy compared to her day job. "Ok, break. Janet take a breather, then we'll head back for front shots." The people at the catalog went and stood together to discuss, while the small group of onlookers started to disperse and pretend they hadn't been taking cell phone pictures of the topless model. Janet strode over to her manager and best friend, Kelly, who held out a light shawl. Janet tried to look casual while wrapping herself in it. "So what do you think Jan? Easier than racing huh?" Kelly grinned. "Hah. I might just quit skiing altogether." This was of course untrue. If Janet wasn't ranked as the third best XC Skier in the world, none of these gigs would be coming her way. "Well a warm beach beats the coldass slopes" Kelly kept her grin and looked out to the morning waves. Janet smiled and shook her head. When they'd skied together in high school, Kelly had never truly caught the bug, the addiction that keeps a skier coming back to the trails every day. That also might have just been her body. Kelly's voluminous breasts and curvy hips had never really made for a racer's physique. "Well it sure makes for my kinda vacation." Janet replied, "We should come here every offseason. The sand isn't bad for training runs either." Kelly jumped a little, causing her boobs to bounce and sway. "All the entertainment you want. I hear there's a nude beach across the way, and yesterday a girl fell asleep naked overnight on the public beach thinking it was the other one." Janet turned to her, "Really? How do you hear all this stuff?" Kelly just shrugged before continuing her story "I heard when she woke up she was all freaked out and staggering around in shock. She almost let some old dude get-it-in before she came to." Kelly scrunched her nose at that last part. Janet's response was cut short by the director's signal to finish up the shoot. She took off her shawl and strode topless back to her spot on the beach. She turned around and posed, letting the director get a few shots of her in the pants, before he gave her more instructions. "Now lie on your back and raise your hips." Janet obeyed, and the director moved in to take pictures. After a few moments of hovering, the man took Janet's hair in one hand, taking pictures the whole time. He moved Janet's long blonde hair over her chest, arraying it to cover her left nipple. Then he backed up so he could include the breast in his shot of the pants. Janet stiffened slightly, objectification was only endearing in certain quantities. She would have said something, but the director standing over her began to quicken his pace. "Janet, be a dear and unbutton those jeans just a little. Yes, there." He took pictures of Janet's waistline. "Ok, now push them down." Janet edged them down ever so slightly, revealing more of herself as she went. "No, more, make it a scandal." The director made it a command. Janet pushed the jeans down farther as the camera focused on her hips. She hadn't worn panties, since they couldn't have the lines, so more and more of her pubic hair was visible in every shot. Janet stopped just short of revealing any of her slit, and the director kneeled over her to get a better angle on her hips. From this close Janet could see the bulge in his pants from his growing member. She wondered if these shots were totally necessary. "Hmm. These pants are going to need to come off even farther. Don't worry Janet, we'll photoshop panties onto you. Carl, can you pass me the clippers?" As Janet reluctantly inched her jeans farther down, Carl walked down with an electric clipper. Without asking, the director stooped down and began trimming Janet's hair! Oh my god, what the hell is he doing? Janet was too shocked to respond at first. With her pants around her thighs and a strange man standing over her, it was a bit much to take in. It wasn't until he broke the silence that she jarred herself into doing something. "I'm sorry, Janet, can you spread your legs a little bit, I need to get between." The director put a hand on her inner thigh. "What?! No. Get. Give me those, I'll do it myself." Even once she grabbed the clippers, the director, what was his name again?, kept standing over her. It was humiliating, sitting there in the sand with her pants down, buzzing the hair off of her personal space. The damn director wasn't even being shy about staring straight at Janet's vagina. He just stood there, stroking that shitass mustache. Finally she finished, and tossed the clippers back up the beach. In a few moments the photo shoot resumed as if nothing had happened. Except of course, that the camera was taking shots of Janet's bare vagina almost but not quite covered up by this ridiculous pair of designer jeans. It didn't help that all the attention to the area had caused the tiniest amount of wetness to appear in between her pussy lips. She hoped nobody would notice, but she knew the camera was state of the art; there were no secrets at this point. Finally, the director stepped away. "Thank you Janet. You have been ever the goddess this morning. Our payroll department is already wiring you your fee." With that, the whole production crew began to pack up and leave. Only Janet remained, quivering on the sand in a mixture of excitement and horror. "Daammnnn Guurrll! You're a star!" Kelly knew how to bring some levity to a situation. She kneeled down and gave Janet the warmest bosomy hug imaginable. Janet couldn't have been more relieved as her slender naked body lost itself in the hug. "Thanks Kel, you're the best." "Hah. Come on, let's get you some breakfast up in this bitch. I've heard of a couple cool spots." Janet smiled. "Of course you have." Still, she went and got her little shawl and wrapped it around her chest. It wasn't much covering for being out in public, but it wouldn't matter in a beach resort anyway. As she turned to leave with Kelly, one thought kept nagging at her. Finally, as they neared the path towards town, she turned to Kelly. "Did you ever catch that director's name?" Kelly turned. "Nope. He sure was an asshole though, wasn't he?" *** Emily awoke to a hotel room flooded in daylight. How late did it get? She remembered spending the whole evening and most of the night in Dan's room. Her hips and pussy were still sore from the night before. At the time his driving member had been nothing but a pleasure, it's size filling her up like nothing she could have imagined. Now she felt a very different sensation. Still there were worse ways to feel sore in the morning, at least the memory of this one was plastering a silly grin all over Emily's face. Still smiling, Emily sat up. She reflexively rubbed her legs together and purred. She was a hot wet mess down there, and she loved it. Emily let her mind stray back to last night. Her hand wandered between her legs, giving Emily a warm shiver when it reached her still throbbing flower. Emily giggled and rolled over in bed. She allowed herself a few minutes of blissful self adoration before getting up. When she rolled out onto the floor, her legs almost buckled.. Once she did manage to settle herself, she went about preparing for the day. It was fifteen minutes later when Emily found herself strolling into a touristy little cafe. They had a reassuring supply of comfort foods from back home, mixed with plenty of local specialties. Emily decided to be adventurous, and ordered something she couldn't pronounce. Turning from the counter, she noticed a distinct lack of places to sit. The hole-in-the-wall cafe only carried 6 tables, but all of them were full. Even the one large, 8 seater was taken up by a pair of women two or three years younger than Emily. She walked up to the table, and resolved to ask the two women if they would mind sharing. The girl nearest her had curly hair, and two of the biggest breasts Emily had ever seen. Emily wasn't into bending her sexuality, but nobody could ignore boobs like those. The other girl was blonde, and her eyes carried an intensity that almost made Emily jump. The skin tight jeans and skimpy wrap around her chest revealed an athletic, toned body. The woman's nipples were poking through the thin material, but she didn't seem to care. When Emily walked up to the two of them, the curly brunette seemed to do a double take, but Emily didn't let it bother her. "Hi, my name's Emily. Would the two of you mind sharing this table, this place seems full to bursting." The athletic one held out a hand, "Nope! We're using all 8 seats and you can't have any! Of course babe, come sit down. My name's Janet." She looked over at the second girl, who seemed distracted by something. "My busty besty over here is Kelly. Kelly, 'fucks wrong with you girl?" The girl named Kelly shook herself out of her reverie and waved her arm out to the table. "My bad, get yourself as much space as you like. What brings you out here?" Emily gazed out the window. "Oh, you know, a girl's gotta get away." Kelly snorted and giggled, she gigglesnorted. The motion made those orbs on her chest sway in a way Emily just couldn't ignore. "I meant this cafe, um... La Rosa Roja, what brings you here? Emily, right?" Emily smiled: "I just had the craziest day yesterday. Sometimes you just have to relax and process things." Kelly looked ready to say something, but Janet raised her glass "Hear fucking hear! Toast to crazy shit, and getting a second to digest it." Emily only had a cup of water, but she clinked anyway. "Always. So how did you guys find this place?" Janet responded again. "Because Kelly's a genius. Show her Kel." Kelly hesitated and and fidgeted with her phone before she spoke. "Well, the resort has an amazing online marketing campaign. They have some clever hotlinks to stuff that's not a part of the 'official' site, but really helps you learn about the place. People give the food here some awesome reviews." As if on cue, the waiter came bearing three hot plates of food and two drinks. He stood there by the table for a moment, unsure how best to unload his cargo. Janet sneaked a glance at the other two girls before dropping her phone. She had to bend over awkwardly around the table. One hand that pretended to steady her instead slipped, and cupped the bulge in the waiter's linen shorts. Emily didn't need to look to tell there was practically nothing separating her hand from his genitals. The waiter gasped in shock, but to his credit didn't spill a single plate of food. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to touch you there." As Janet said the word 'there' she tapped his cock with her fingertips. "Oh no I did it again, I'm horrible!" Janet jumped back, and this time the motion loosened her silk wrap. She thrust her chest out in mock shock, exposing and pointing one B-cup breast to the waiter. Her pink nipple stood quivering at attention. This time he did drop something. Plates wobbled, and in desperation he crouched and clattered them to the table in one piece, but the motion sent the drinks off kilter. He lunged forward, and saved first one, then about half of the other drink. The rest of it sloshed margarita straight onto Janet's waiting tit. Janet gasped, and the waiter stuttered. "Oh my. My sincerest apologies. Let me clean you up... or not. These drinks are on me." Janet gave him a the faintest smile. "No please. You've got a towel right there, I don't want it to get sticky all over my chest." The young man hesitated, then dabbed his towel at the wetness above and around her breast, wanting, but not daring to go for the full grope. "Stop going around it, you'll let it dry!" Janet grabbed the man's hand and placed it square on her chest. She moved his hand around her breast, messaging herself and giving him a good feel at the same time. Lust and trepidation fought across the waiter's face, until finally Janet released his hand and gave him her thanks. As he staggered away, the girls could see the rod of his penis straining at his shorts. He could only flush a deep red, conscious of half the cafe who had turned in their seats to watch Janet's spectacle. The other half just hadn't needed to turn. The buzz of conversation didn't start back up again until Janet's wrap was back on. Emily had watched the whole thing with her jaw hanging wide open in shock, but the other two ladies seemed unfazed. Kelly was the first to talk. "Janet, you are out of control right now! That was hilarious." Her mouth gaped wide in amusement. "I know right? His poor face, you could tell he fuckin loved it." "Dude, that was kinda fucked up though." Kelly said, "I bet Professor Howard would tell you a thing or two about dehumanizing and exotifying other cultures." Janet's sigh didn't dampen her smile. "Or he would say something post-colonial about taking advantage of the power dynamic between you and your server. He'd be right, too. Fuck. Ahh well, I'll have to tip like a beast." Emily was recovering from her shock. "Do beasts tip well?" Kelly laughed, it was giggly but sincere, and Emily couldn't help but feel at ease. Janet actually considered the question. "I guess not. On the guys side most of the pros tip like assholes." "Pros at what? And what are the beasts you're talking about?" Emily looked at the both of them. Kelly offered first. "She's a pro skier. 3rd in the world." "You're fucking with me." Kelly shook her head. "She made $300 thousand in winnings this winter. Right babe?" Janet shrugged. "More actually, half of that was in Euros. Plus the race in Argentina two weeks ago. Great for staying in shape offseason." "Wow," Emily looked at the racer. "I've never met anyone famous before." Janet made a mock bow before pulling her food to her placesetting. "Don't start asking for autographs now." Emily had no response, so she smiled and dug into her own food as well, it was wonderful. She was almost done before she spoke. "So what are you guys up to after this?" Kelly looked her. "Do you wanna come? We're heading out to a more secluded beach down the way. Should be fewer people if you don't mind it being harder to get to." "I'd love to! Are you sure?" "Of course." The two women said in unison. They looked at each other, and Janet said. "it'll be a blast." The three of them finished their meal, and ordered another round of margarita's before they left. Emily was relieved to have found people she could trust and let loose with. Her experience on the beach yesterday had left her a little nervous about being out there alone. When they left the cafe, the three women found the street to be a little busier than they remembered. It was hardly packed, but vacationers milled around amusing themselves. They hadn't walked half a block when a group of pasty guys around college age pointed at the three of them. "Hey, that's her! That's the girl!" One of them shouted. Another made a lewd pelvic thrusting gesture. "Wow Janet, you really are famous." Emily looked at her new friend. "That happens sometimes, but usually not like that. And I didn't feel like they were pointing at me..." Janet sucked at her lip in thought. Kelly groaned before she spoke. "Actually, I don't think they were. Emily, I think I oughta show you something." "What is it?" Emily bent and looked around her to make sure she wasn't exposing anything. Her shorts were a little high, and her bikini and tank top weren't the most modest garments, but she didn't see anything to provoke something that forward. "Remember when I said the resort was really good at helping you find related, unofficial sites?" Kelly looked nervous. "Yeah, it sounded pretty cool." "Well, it sortof is. Hmm. I didn't want to say anything before, but if it's going to be an issue then you have a right to know. Lemme show you my phone." Kelly twiddled with her phone a little bit while Janet looked over her shoulder. Emily just waited in suspense. When Kelly did hand her the smartphone, Emily almost feinted. There, on a webpage anyone could find, were pictures of her lying naked on the beach. The heading read, 'Reasons to Come on Down,' and the pictures just overwhelmed her. There were pictures of her full body, pictures of just her breasts, pictures from every angle, and even a few pictures of people pretending to fondle her while she slept. How long had that pornstache creep been taking pictures? As she scrolled down, things only got worse, each of the pictures the mustached cameraman had taken were there, and all of them were startlingly in perfect focus. Even the picture of her trembling in fear over the old man showed vivid detail. It was a voyeur's dream. "That fucker! That's why there were no pictures left in his camera when I took it. The bastard uploaded them all." She handed Kelly her phone back so she wouldn't drop it. She was almost shaking in anger. "Wait, what?" Kelly asked while reaching out to accept her phone. Over the next mile and a half hike, Emily related her story to the other women. She stopped after describing her rescue: no need to describe the sex afterwards, that can be my secret, Emily thought. Kelly and Janet were an excellent audience, and getting the experience off her chest really did make her feel better about it. Emily's Vacation Ch. 02 "You poor thing." Kelly sighed after the tale was over. They had reached the second beach, and were surveying the sand dune above the water. The taller women found themselves woefully under-prepared, but Kelly had a thought to pack a towel big enough for all three, so long as they didn't mind the closeness. "I'll be ok." Emily responded. "I'm just glad I found you guys. I wouldn't want to be alone out here again for a while." For a moment, she felt an overwhelming feeling of smallness, an emotion that begged her to curl up with a blanket, even despite the bright sun overhead. She might have stayed that way if not for her new friends. "You know what you need," Janet announced while untying her wrap. "You need a positive naked experience!" The wrap came free and Janet shook her titties in the sunlight. Janet's body was tight and fit, but her those breasts still had a bit of jiggle to them. "Janet! There are people here!" Emily cried. "Barely. And besides, the signs said this beach was adults only. I'll be fine, and so will you two." Janet gestured to Kelly, who was already pulling her summer dress up over her hips. She whipped it over her head and then reached back for the clasp to her bra. "C'mon Em. It'll be fine, we'll have tons of fun." On the word 'fun', her bra hook unclasped and the DDs held inside broke free into the open air. Kelly's nipples and brown aureola perked up in the fresh ocean breeze. "Besides, who's going to complain to us with those puppies hangin out in the open?" Janet shook her head with a smile at Kelly's chest. "But nobody else here is naked..." Emily looked around, and noticed that wasn't entirely true. Here and there women stood topless, and she could even see a few men going nude off in the distance. She didn't see a lifeguard or anyone looking like security. The girls were right, she would be fine, and hadn't it been just yesterday she'd been dying to free herself like this? "Think Fast" Emily's thoughts were interrupted by a thong whizzing past her head. Kelly and Janet both stood in front of her, buck-ass naked. The stupid grins on their faces were all it took for Emily to want to disrobe and join them. She lifted off her shirt, and reached back for her clasp. When her bra came off, Emily ran her hands under and around her breasts. She lifted them for a moment, giving them a light massage. It does feel great. Emily closed her eyes and savored the moment. She could feel the sun kissing parts of her that never felt the air they deserved, and she enjoyed the way the breeze ruffled her pubic hair. When she opened her eyes, Kelly and Janet were applying sunscreen and smiling at her. "See, told you." Kelly said. She tossed the bottle to Emily and continued rubbing herself. Emily squeezed plenty of lotion out, and began to do the same. She rubbed around each and every one of her curves, remembering the way her rescuer had worshipped her body with the aloe plant the day before. She touched every part of herself, enjoying the soothing feeling of the cream, and giggling at how it left her skin shiny and striking. When she was done, she looked around at the three of them and couldn't help but laugh. All three women shimmered in the bright sun. Emily didn't watch porn much, but she imagined this must be what it was like. Emily barely got time to enjoy her laughter before Janet pointed out a game of volleyball a little ways down the beach. "Hey guys, lets play some ball." Emily balked, the group standing around the net looked pretty competitive, "None of those people are naked." Janet turned to her with an evil grin "I know, that's what's going to be so much fun." The toned blond turned and started skipping towards the game. Emily turned around to shake her head to Kelly in disbelief, but the busty brunette was already walking towards her with the same grin as Janet. "Come on," Kelly said, brushing a curl back from her face, "you'll have a great time, I promise." Kelly took Emily's hand and led her on a jaunt after Janet. The bustier women felt no need to sprint to the volleyball court without bras on, so by the time they reached the game, Janet had already made introductions. Emily found herself on Janet's team, with Kelly crossing to the other side. The men on her team introduced themselves as Mike and Braz, the latter making a quick joke about surfer parents choosing weird names. Neither man managed to look her in the eyes while shaking her hand, but Emily couldn't blame them. Emily also introduced herself to the other girl on their team, a woman named Lucy. Lucy was slender with red hair and freckles, and looked like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be mad at the naked chicks distracting her guy-friends, or if she really just wanted to join the naked party. After introductions, they might have stood around awkwardly for an age. The men staring the naked women up and down, and their redheaded companion battling her inner desires. Luckily, Janet came to ball. "C'mon guys! Let's fuckin do this." Janet grabbed the ball from beneath the net and threw it to a dude on the other team. She positioned herself in a ready crouch in front of the net, that just happened to flash her trimmed pussy and asshole to the guys on her team. Needless to say, when the serve fired down on them from the other side, Mike and Braz biffed it, letting it crater in the sand between them. Janet only shook her head. "Really?" she asked as she tossed the ball back across. The next serve came across just as hard, and this time Mike got a piece of it. It was luck really, that sent the ball high and near Janet's area, but the tall racer didn't care. Janet jumped higher than any of the dudes though possible, and came down and crushed the poor volleyball in a merciless spike. A baldheaded guy on the other side dove for it and missed. "Thats fuckin right! Let's Go!" Janet's eyes lit up and everyone else at the game simply had no choice, things were going to get serious. It didn't take many points for Emily to realize she was a bit behind the curve for this game, but the dudes didn't seem to mind. Mike and Braz were plenty patient, showing her how to hold her arms together in front of her to scoop the ball. The motion pushed her boobs together, and Emily couldn't tell if they were watching her form, or just staring at her tits. She looked at their eyes, and she realized that she didn't care. She was having a blast. The flash of understanding felt like a ocean of weight was lifting off her shoulders. The game went on, and they started keeping score. People were working up a sweat, and Emily couldn't help feel a little heady standing next to her muscly male teammates. Lucy even took her top off, under the pretense of cooling down. She had small breasts, but with bright pink puffy aureola that caught the eye. A second layer of suncreen and oil had her shock-white skin and red freckles shimmering and shining along with the rest of the ladies. Before long, they were in their third game, tied at one apiece. Janet was a terror on the court, diving into the sand and shouting with every scored point. Unfortunately Emily and Lucy were balancing her out, the shy redhead was whiffing on half the balls that came her way. If they had been bad, Kelly had been worse. She spent more time flirting and distracting her male teammates than playing volleyball. Once, in the second game, the curlyheaded brunette had even spread her cheeks out with her hands while pretending to get ready for a serve, giving the guys behind her a full view of her pussy and ass. Another decisive spike by Janet brought the ball back to their team, and Emily found herself serving, up 20-19, to win the best of three. She looked across the court. Men with muscles and predatory glares met her vision. Well, them and Kelly. Kelly was at least sortof paying attention this time, one hand straying down towards her vulva while she watched Emily get ready to serve. Still, there was no doubt as to where Emily would be aiming this one. "Serve's Up!" The ball sailed, arcing it's way towards Kelly in slow motion. She pursed her lips in a startled "Ooh!" Knowing Kelly would just continue to stare at the ball coming her way, one of the men on her team ran to her. He attempted a diving lunge around her, but Kelly screamed and grabbed him, bringing them both down in a spray of sand. "Yes!" Janet barely noticed the collision. She bounded to Emily and hugged her, jumping up and down the whole time. Mike and Braz held out high fives. Emily slapped their hands, and went in for big, full-bodied hugs. She didn't care if her boobs rubbed up against the men, and she barely felt the glances at her chest bouncing during the congratulations. It wasn't for at least a minute or two that she noticed Kelly was no longer on the volleyball court. "Dudes, ' the fuck did Tom go?" said the bald guy on the other team, looking around. With heads scanning the beach, Janet moseyed on over to Emily. "Psst." She put a little elbow nudge in Emily's side, and gestured to the rocks on the shore-side of the beach. There, giggling and disappearing from view behind a boulder, were Kelly and a guy who must have been Tom. "Hey everyone! Thanks for the game, I'm sure Tom just went for a run to blow off some steam or something. Tough loss." Janet was babbling, looking for an excuse to head out. "We're going to roll. See you 'round!" Emily and Janet strode on towards their stuff, and gathering it, headed towards the rocks where they had seen Kelly and Tom disappear. "We should probably approach pretty slowly." Emily whispered. "We don't want to startle them." "You're probably right." Janet pointed upwards. "We should probably climb up above them, spying will be easier from there." Spying. When Janet went out and said it, Emily couldn't even believe what they were about to do. Was this moral? Would Kelly be upset? "Oh don't give me that face!" Janet barely kept to a whisper. "C'mon, Kelly'd be more pissed if we didn't." Confronted with that attitude, Emily couldn't help but grin. She followed Janet, only a step or two behind the athlete. The rocks were piled high and steep, but they were nothing close to sheer. As long as Emily followed Janet closely, she found she scamper upwards – though all this activity on the hot day was starting to make her sweat. Looking up, she could tell that her new friend was doing more than just a little perspiration. The slit between her legs was practically dripping. Was she being bad? Maybe looking straight up into a new acquaintance's pussy was a little naughty, but what was a girl to do? It wasn't like she could look anywhere else. Janet stopped suddenly, and Emily practically mounted her on accident. She fought to suppress a giggle, but cut herself short when Janet held up her hand. "Shh, look down there." Janet breathed. There was little room on the boulder that was smooth enough for a naked body to lie on, so Emily negotiated her way forward. The two women were pressed close, their legs intertwined, sweat and sun lotion giving slicking their bodies against each other, but once Emily's eyes reached the precipice, she forgot all of that. She looked down about 20 feet and gasped. Emily's eyes latched on to the muscled back of the man Kelly had met. Tom, right? I can't remember. It twined and coiled as he thrust himself into the woman beneath him, a maddening display of animalism. His head was latched onto one of her massive breasts. He was sucking at her nipple and pressing his face into her pillowing chest, but the way his head moved from side to side reminded her of a predator savaging it's prey. The orb beneath his mouth gyrated from side to side, completely in his power. Emily's eyes moved to Kelly. The curly haired woman's eyes were rolled into the back of her head, and her moan were getting high-pitched and fast. Emily couldn't help but feel aroused. The utter bliss and intimacy beneath her was overwhelming, and she could feel a restlessness between her legs. She felt movement next to her, and knew that the blonde was massaging herself. A purr emanated from somewhere deep within Janet's rock hard body. The skier's breathing intensified, and Emily almost didn't realize when her right hand touched her own clit. A warmth and a quiet force began to overtake her. Emily could feel Janet's tight body tensing and writhing against her. The woman's small, delicate breasts were the only soft thing about her, and when one of them brushed up against Emily, it broke the last remaining walls between them. Emily shifted and slid her legs along Janet's. Emily stroked her clit and let her hips flow into a rhythm with the other woman. The two locked themselves in a sweating, moaning tangle as they watched their friend get fucked on the sands below them. Emily gazed down again at Kelly, utterly enthralled. Her companion's mouth was at her neck as her breasts heaved in time with his thrusts. Tom's legs tensed with strength as he jackhammered into his prize. Then, the man reared up onto his knees with his back straight, lifting Kelly's pelvis to his own whiile her back remained on the sand. He reached down and worked her clit with one hand while gripping her mountainous, creamy breast with the other. Kelly was screaming now, while Janet and Emily lowly moaned above her. The two women on the boulder bucked and slithered against each other, sweat greasing their movements as they lusted for the scene below. Emily's lower lips were alive with the feelings surrounding them. A hurricane of moisture took her flower, coming from deep within herself as well as the slick, writhing goddess pressed up against her. Her own hand was stroking her clit as if pleasure were the only thing existing on this earth. Emily felt an orgasm rising within her, refusing to be stopped. Below, Kelly's screams reached a fever pitch, and she began convulsing uncontrollably in orgasm. The man fucking her pulled out, and ropes of cum streamed across Kelly's epic tits and gleaming face. Emily felt Janet's mouth latch onto her breast in order to muffle orgasmic screams. The scene was cosmic, and it sent Emily over the edge. Her eyes screwed tight, and her mind emptied in a rush of pure sexual energy as her orgasm exploded across her body. All four beachgoers came together. When Emily stopped panting for long enough to register the world around her, she gazed into Janet's eyes. The two were inches apart. The blonde's features somehow carried a girlish beauty and a windswept dignity all at the same time. "You ever cum with a girl before?" The twinkle was back in Janet's eye. "No." Emily said breathlessly. "You?" "Well..." Janet seemed to contemplate, but she was cut off by a sound that made Emily's hair stand on end. Click Both women bolted upright, and surveyed the beach around them. Standing, they were no longer concealed, and they could see for miles behind them on the beach. Emily spun around and looked down. In the alcove below them, Kelly was still lying with her new fling. Then, Janet pointed. A man was retreating to mainland on the other side of the alcove. "Hey!" Emily shouted across at him, forgetting about the couple below. She turned to Janet "I know that guy!" The man across from them turned around. He raised a state of the art camera, adjusted it, and focused on their naked bodies. Click. The ladies didn't even cover up, for seconds that stretched into aeons, they stood there with pure rage on their faces. Both women would have recognized that fucking pornstache anywhere. "You asshole! Get back here!" Emily almost tried to run around the rocky outcroppings to chase him before Janet held her back. "Emily! You're a crazy person, you could've killed yourself!" Janet gestured to the jagged points and steep precipices all around them. On the other side of the rocks, the mustached cameraman had made it to the safety of the scrubby mainland, and was disappearing beyond the hill. "And anyways, how do you know that guy?" Emily stared. "He took the, wait, you know him to?" "He directed Janet's photo shoot this morning!" Kelly yelled up at the two of them. Her boytoy was nowhere in sight. "You're talking about the creepy director, right?" Janet nodded down at her. Emily shook her head. "There's no way that guy's a legit photographer." Janet shrugged. "Well, he was pretty weird in our shoot, but he had a crew and everything. My agent said he called and offered $10,000 for half a day's work. Not something I get in the habit of passing up." The two women climbed down to their friend, and together they put clothes back on and caught each other up on their separate adventures with the invasive photographer. The walk back to the hotel was subdued, the sun was beating down, and each girl found herself lost in thought. It wasn't until they found themselves in the lobby, exchanging numbers, that the mood began to brighten again. "Hey," Kelly said, while typing in her phone. "Look! I can't believe it's barely 1:00. I think it might be naptime for me, but we should meet up later tonight. There's a great club scene at the resort town." Emily found herself smiling "I'd like that. How about you Janet." The athlete grinned. "I live for naps. I didn't get to work out today either, so dancing tonight is going to have to do." "What about volleyball and climbing?" Emily was confused. "Too easy, doesn't count." "And dancing does?" Kelly broke in. "Em, you haven't seen our girl dance. Pregame at my room around 8ish?" Emily nodded. Janet put her hands together. "Perfect, gives us just enough time." "Time for what?" The bustier women asked in unison. "Time enough to plan revenge. Pornstache isn't getting away with any of this." Janet's eyes narrowed. "See you tonight." Emily's Vacation He started where he had left off, working down from her shoulders. He rubbed the plant across her collarbone, and delicately moistened her neck with the substance. She opened her towel one final time for the day, finally getting to do so on purpose. The timing was perfect as he moved his healing touch down to her breasts. He caressed each, massaging the aloe essence into the delicate skin, while planting soft kisses on the treated portions. Emily felt herself move towards ecstasy as he moved from her breasts across the rest of her body. He skin sang with pleasure at his touch. His reverential motions reminded her of the divinity within her own body. Her flower dripped with nectar as he finished her stomach and moved down, but instead of touching her there he turned and worked on her legs starting at her feet. Don't you dare tease me. Emily could barely take it as he used the aloe to worship her calves, patiently moving on to her thighs. Unable to resist, she reached a hand under his swim trunks, and gasped. The cock she felt there was thick. Even at half-mast her hand could barely reach around it. Sitting up, she pulled down his trunks as he finished the job, covering her whole front in the healing substance. Finally, he turned to face her, cock growing to epic proportions. Even with two hands this is more than I can hold. Still, she didn't need to. The simple vision of Emily's perfect body made Dan's member rock hard. Done with foreplay, Dan lept between her legs. He spread her open with a quick motion while he penetrated her in one heroic thrust. Even with her pussy soaking wet, she still took a moment to accommodate the massive erection. Her body stretched, she felt filled and consumed like she had never felt before, and then he started rocking. Folding her flexible legs up by her head, he penetrated her with long, hard thrusts that reached to her very core. The movements rocked the bed almost off its hinges as they thrashed and made love like animals. The scent of their pheromones coupled with the primal stickiness of the aloe gave an exotic feel of escape that Emily could never have imagined a day ago. Switching gears, Dan lowered himself and took each of her nipples into his mouth. The kisses and gentle sucking sensations gave Emily pure joy as she felt his cock stretch and pleasure her beyond belief. Finally, he held her close. Their bodies pressed against each other. He felt her breasts rock against his body while she felt his muscles hold and secure her with a primal yet trustworthy force. Emily could feel a climax rising through her. He ground his pubic bone against her clit as he fucked her deeply and completely. The pleasure built, and Emily began to flex her kegels, grabbing his massive cock with her pussy, and building the pleasure through her own G-spot. She shuddered and her eyes rolled back into her head as her entire being gave itself over into orgasm. Whether it lasted seconds or years Emily had no idea, but when she came to she saw her Adonis making love to her with renewed force. She could read the ecstasy in his face as she held hs entire body and will captive in the folds of her flesh. He let out a long groan before pulling out. Her pussy lips followed and longed for his cock to retun as he spoke the first words the room had heard since they began to touch each other. "Hold on, I want this to last." Emily ached to be filled by him, to feel him shudder in ecstasy inside her, but he crept down to even hs face with her flower, and soon all of her aches were replaced with moans of pleasure. She moaned as he licked into and around her slit. He moved his tongue up to her tender clit, and the pleasure flowered so suddenly she grabbed and pulled a handful of his thick brown, almost black hair. If it hurt him, he never gave any indication, instead he worshipped her divine flesh from his place between her legs. He licked, sucked, and rolled her clit around with his tongue. She grabbed her heaving breasts as the hurricane intensified between her legs. She bucked and torqued her body, every inch of her at his beck and call. Finally, she felt her next orgasm coming. She couldn't contain herself as her moans turned into screams of joy. She thrashed and screamed and even sang as her body gave itself to pleasure. The entire floor of the hotel heard every second of her orgasm. When it subsided Emily lay panting on the bed. Her body was spread out in a lovely, sweaty mess. Her hair was on end. Every nerve in her soaked pussy felt elevated. She felt simultaneously electrified and exhausted as Dan positioned between her trembling legs. He grinned. "My turn now." Emily reached down and touched the swollen head. She felt chills of anticipation thinking of it inside her, but she was utterly spent, unable to move. Dan didn't care. He held her hips in his hands and penetrated her. His cock filled her entirely, it took over her consciousness. He entire body shut down as all she could feel was the giant phallus inside her. She could feel every contour and vein of it, her inner walls were so sensitive. Dan picked up his intensity. He rammed and drilled into her, using her exhausted body as a rag doll for his pleasure. His hips thrashed and pushed. Her breathing turned to squeals and moans of pleasure as she felt his cock and watched him lose himself in her body. The perfection of the moment overwhelmed her, and finally she could see him begin to tense and stiffen. His mouth opened in a silent scream as he convulsed in orgasm. Emily's hypersensitive vulva felt every pulse of his cock. She felt the firehose of cum shoot through into her, fill her with sloshing liquid. Dan pulled out of her, his cock still spewing. Hot semen cascaded over her, covering her breasts and face. Seeing her covered, Dan plunged back inside her, his cock still hard. He collapsed to the side of her as his cock pumped the last drops of his cum into Emily's loving pussy. Emily felt total satisfaction watching him pant and gasp beside her. She said nothing, nothing needed to be said, but instead she looked into his eyes and they both laughed. He pulled out of her and she felt one last shudder of pleasure before he crashed onto his back in exhaustion. If Emily had ever felt this alive, she couldn't remember when. Parched and thirsty, she staggered to her feet, and walked towards the door. As soon as she looked towards her destination, she broke out laughing. There, with almost no shame whatsoever, stood the hotel concierge, room service, and several of what must have been hotel guests. In the back, she spotted the same creepy fucker with the camera. This time though, she couldn't have cared less. Her world was perfect. All she had to do was grab her key card and usher these people out of it. As she shook her head and pretended to be angry with them all, the cameraman was the last to leave. She looked back, and saw Dan passed out in exhaustion on the bed. She considered what a sight she must look. Pussy gaping and dripping, her face and swaying breasts completely covered in his seed. The camera guy still said nothing, he just crouched and turned the lens up at her. She stepped forward and her legs spread apart. A giant glop of cum dropped out of her just as Click!...Chhhh, the camera went off. The creep gave her an evil smirk. "Gimme that." Emily snatched the camera before he could react, and slammed the door in his face. She turned back towards the room. This vacation is going to be excellent. The End! If you're here. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think, and I should keep writing.