A special welcome for Josie

Josie Harrison almost walked into a wicker chair on her way to reception. Her two besties, Sherry and Tamara, stopped her 'insistently not drunk' state from catching every piece of furniture before she got to the main lobby. She was half carried over to follow the large collection of female bodies while carrying a semi abbreviated face, chuckling to herself when Sherry told her it had been a very bad idea to drink so much before they got on the boat. Josie gave them the answer she had been giving them from the start. 'Pre-drinks', she called it over and over. Everyone knew she had an **** problem when it came to trips like these, but she could only hold herself together just enough to not be a problem. This was a fact they would collectively doubt when she almost fell into the fountain with a knee wobbling strafe, barely catching her balance. Unlike the other times when they had to watch her stumble around, however, the girls would laugh at her silliness, and she loved to make people feel happy about themselves so she laughed along with them. As the processing time for so many guests at once was going to take a while, nobody could curb enough of their enthusiasm for the coming excitement to notice Josie wandering off alone towards the nearest establishment that might provide her with more ****.

She found herself in a room with a number of countertops, chairs and tables. Assuming she had found the bar despite her blurred vision and judgement, she flopped herself unceremoniously onto what she thought was one of the counters, waved out her hand and slurred out a call to the nearest staff she could barely see. A pair of mirrored faces came closer towards her. The only detail she could make out that his skin was brown and he was wearing a funny white hat. To her in this state, funny hat meant staff member.

"'Scuse meh..." She mumbled out, "Bee a dar'lin and mak' meh Skrew-dri-ver pleas...?"

The man seemed to reply but she lost most of what he said, only picking up some garbled words. Somewhere along the lines of 'welcome', 'guest' and 'help'.

"Yisss!" She playfully hissed a happy grin, rolling her upper half onto the counter in front of her, completely unaware of a major nip slip from her black bikini top, "I wantz' a Skry-Scr-... Alkamahol!"

The man shuffled out of view like a floating mirage. There was a lot of noise in the background, including the sound of what might be cultural tropical music that she could not clearly make out. There were even a mixture of load voices sounding out from all directions, as if they were all around her, but she dismissed them as part of the ambience. She twitched in surprise when she suddenly felt a warm, coarse sensation wrap around the shorts of her butt, and it was sliding up and down whatever bare skin her clothes were not hiding. She cooed a frisky chuckle. She must have wandered into one of 'those' bars. Uncharacteristic to her usually tolerant self, she wiggled her ass at whatever it was that was touching her, poking it out slightly to show that she was proud of her body. By then, she had not realized that there was more than one mystery thing feeling her up, and that her bikini top was already gone, letting her bare tits smush against the metal surface beneath them. She only registered this fact when the sensation wrapped around her boobs and fully erect nipples, giving them a strong, squeezing massage. The entire time, her less than inhibited self was enjoying the extremely bold attention, not at all minding the obvious harassment even as she felt her shorts and bikini bottom being pulled down and off her legs. She briefly looked down after standing back up straight, barely able to make out her now completely naked self, the blurry brown things now roaming all over her exposed pussy. It was actually making her feel quite hot.

Then she felt a pressure pressing her torso down flat onto the counter top. It was thin enough to allow her boobs to hang over the other edge and she held onto the sides in heated inebriation and pleasant surprise, unable to stop her lips from smiling. She felt her legs being spread as far as her feet could still touch the ground, before something hard and slick came pressing against her moistening cunt, causing her to gasp lightly, curling into a moan when she feels it slide all the way inside her. It started to pound her pussy from base to tip, a pair of gripping sensations keeping her hips still for it to fuck her from behind. She was too surprised and intoxicated to question or complain, but when the pleasure started to kick in, she lets out a long gutteral whine, letting the object ride the depths of her pussy as much as it wanted, following every moment as it picked up speed until it slammed in deep into her, her hips being pulled in. Her body tingled as she felt an intense heat burst into her in long, explosive blasts. As soon as it had stopped spasming and the flow of hotness coming to a stop, she felt the object pull out of her. She gasped loudly twice, and once more when another similar object seemed to push itself in without warning, starting the cycle again. Even then, she did not complain or question what was was happening to her. It felt way too good for her to say or think about anything except for how good it felt.

After the third cycle of fucking, spewing and pulling, she spots a brown silhoutte appear before her face, assuming it was the man she was talking to earlier. She giggled at him between huffs, "Heyooo... yo-u gets meh ma alka-hols?"

She was greeted by a long stiff object that was approaching her face. She cooed at it, as it looked a lot like the spigot of a flask. As it came closer, her intoxicated state made her open up her mouth, concluding that they were kind enough to feed her drink straight from the tap. She wanted to suck out whatever it was they were giving her, but when her lips latched onto it, she found it to be fleshy and bulbous. An odd spigot that seemed insistent on reaching deeper into her mouth. The first thought that came to mind was that it tasted a lot like dick, and she muffled a chuckle in naughty amusement. Already feeling like a dirty tramp, she began sucking it anyway, letting the pressure of the pounding on her pussy guide her into the 'spigot'. Some moments after she made the decision to indulge, the felt the head of the 'spigot' in her mouth burst out a bitter, creamy flavor that was as warm as the feeling in her cunt. Since she had gotten this far to wet her lips, she decided to swallow the heavily spewing substance until there was nothing left. The 'spigot' slowly pulled out, and she laughed at herself for being such a whore, not yet realizing she had just taken a huge load in her mouth. Just then, another helpful looking 'spigot' appeared to replace the one that went away. She greeted it with a slurred hello before sucking it in.

She lost track of time as the 'dicks' kept giving her more and more hot stuff into her mouth and pussy. She lost count after the fifth one in her mouth. After the latest one shot its load into her swallowing throat, she rolled her upper half to stand up as straight as she could. The pumping in her pussy was long gone so she was free to get back up to full posture. Her lips, chin, groin and legs felt really icky. Her pussy was overflowing with the stuff, dripping and flooding onto the floor beneath her. Rolling her hands over these areas, she scooped out a shovel of the white substance to inspect it. It seemed so much like a man's cum but her still drunken mind was too cloudy to identify it as anything but. She popped it into her mouth to taste and swallow it all. When she turned back to the counter top, she immediately found the silhouette of a glass of liquid. Happy to finally see her drink being served, she enjoyed it as much as she enjoyed the stunningly special welcome, still not noticing the dozen or so bottomless local men with very satisfied grins standing close by.