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You've certainly received less for a blowjob before.

With another giggle, you say, "Well, let's see what's on offer first." You reach down to his pants and deftly undo his belt and fly. Soon they and his boxers are around his knees, and you and Christina are treated to the sight of Michael's erect, seven-inch dick. "Not bad," you admit.

You pull the scraps of fabric someone called a bikini top to either side to show off your tits. The top pushed them up and out, making them seem riper and larger than they actually were. Before you can make any other moves, Michael reaches down and pulls off your sarong, then grabs you at the waist and pulls you towards him.

As his hand caresses your ass, he kisses your neck, travelling down towards your cleavage and your hard, pink nipples. You gasp as the fingers of one hand begin stroking your wet pussy through the fabric of your bikini. Meanwhile, his other hand massages the nipple that isn't in his mouth. Your arousal builds. You can feel your pussy, barely wet before, soak the material of your bikini. Michael pulls his hand away--you whimper from the withdrawn pleasure--to bring it up to your nose and mouth, urging you to smell and taste your own juices. The heat builds in you, and fantasies of letting him lean you against the desk and fuck you from behind enter your mind.

You shake your head briefly to clear it of such thoughts--there will be time enough for play later. Pulling away from Michael you say, "Now, now. We said we'd suck your cock, and that's it."

Christina has already removed her top and knelt down, and you kneel to join her. The two of you tackle either side of Michael's large shaft, running your lips along its length before taking turns drawing its head into your mouth. You can taste Michael's sweat, feel it mingle with the last remnants of your pussy's own juices. It's salty--but probably not as salty as his cum will be as it lands in your mouth, you hope.

You let Christina take him all the way into her throat first. This is not your first joint rodeo, and the two of you have developed a good system for pleasing men together. Instead, you focus your attention on his balls, licking and sucking on them. Oops--it looks like one hand has strayed to your cunt, where conditions have turned from damp to tropical. Freeing Michael's balls from your mouth, you place your other hand at the base of his shaft, just below where Christina's mouth stops as she deep throats him. You squeeze it and stroke yourself in time to Christina, and you can feel the pressure growing, both in Michael and yourself.

Christina breaks off. Your turn. Your hand moves up from the base to the head, stopping briefly to tickle the area where his foreskin should have been. Precum now drips from the tip, but not enough to play with. You soon fix that. You take Michael's cock in your mouth and let your mind go blank as you suck it. You know from past conversations that Christina, weirdo that she is, likes to think about other things while she sucks men off--money, shopping, Facebook, that kind of thing. You prefer to focus on the act--or rather, to let yourself lose focus and get lost in the act.

You free up the hand stroking yourself to play with Michael's balls as you suck him. Fortunately, Christina steps in. She reaches down and starts stroking you, and before you know it, you've switched from kneeling to crouching so that she can lick your pussy. An involuntary moan escapes your mouth the next time you slip it off Michael's cock--but a hand quickly comes down from above and guides your head back downwards.

"That's right, bitch, keep sucking it," Michael says. His hand forces you to keep deep-throating him. On the surface, you're annoyed that he dares to interfere with you. It's not like he's adept at sucking cock, is he? So he should leave it to the expert--you. Deep down, though, there is a part of you inescapably aroused by his treatment. You look up into his eyes, alight with that same hunger as before, only amplified, and you know that this is what you want from life. To be on your knees, sucking and serving ... if not him, someone. It's a thought that comes to you, unbidden, every time you're with a man--and each time, it scares you, and you try to run as far as possible.

Michael's cock is throbbing now. From the shortness of his breaths, it's clear he'll cum any moment. "Uhhh, yeah, I'm going to cum!" he announces in a way that makes you suspect he's been watching a few too many porn videos. "Take it in your mouth." Like you had any intention of walking around a secret lab, or going back to the cabin, covered in some guy's semen....

Christina breaks off from licking your cunt and rights herself, placing her head right next to yours. Michael pulls his cock out of his mouth and strokes the shaft, and the first few drops of cum fly wild, hitting your forehead and your cheek. The rest he pumps into your open mouth, onto your tongue and down your throat. Halfway through he switches to Christina to give her a taste. As he flags, the two of you reach up and stroke him, milking him for every last drop. It tastes even better than you were hoping, which is a bonus.

Michael thus exhausted, you turn to each other. Christina moves in first, her tongue gracefully cleaning off those stray bits of cum on your face. You reward her with a long, full kiss in which you send some more cum her way. Finished, you swallow what remains with a loud gulp, displaying your tongue to Michael as proof of a deed done.

"That was actually very tasty," you say, trying to sound disinterested. You can tell, though, that your heartrate is still elevated. Your chest is still heaving becomingly; your pussy is still dripping. Michael may have relief, but you don't, and you wonder what you'll have to do to get some.

"Get your ... clothes ... back on," Michael says, following his own advice at the same time. Once your bikinis and sarongs are once more secured, he leads you to a door in the wall opposite to the one with the main entrance. He keys in a code--5213--and opens it, revealing a nondescript hallway of grey doors. "Now, I can't show you everything. If I even get caught in here with you two, it means my job--if I'm lucky. But if I show you the super-classified projects, we'll be lucky if we make it off this island." When he sees you stifling a giggle, he redoubles his effort to look and sound serious. "It's not funny, Ally. Your father might be a bigshot in the corporation, but that doesn't mean he can protect his daughter if she's brought up on company charges of espionage."

You push past him to enter the corridor, turning on one heel to look back. "Chill out. Are you coming?"

Michael retakes the lead, and the two of you follow him down a twisted, complicated route of endless, same corridors. Frankly, you're lost after the first or second turn and won't be able to find your way back without him. Spaced somewhat evenly along the corridors are plain doors with only alphanumerical codes to indicate what might lie beyond them.

Eventually Michael stops outside one door. "Ah. I suppose I can show you this, seeing as how neither of you are likely to be hiding sampling equipment in your wardrobe...." He keys in the same code, 5213, and the door clicks open.