Frat Yacht

Emma taps to keep the Dean as her client in Suckr. She knows she won’t betray Professor Williams to the Dean, but that’s no reason not keep blowing both. The sun is high in the sky. She marks her mouth available for sharing in Suckr.

She receives a Suckr XL request from Brett, one of the Kappa Omicron Kappa frat boys. He’s at a lake house just outside town, so Emma calls a rideshare. She doesn’t have a bikini with her, but she expects the boys won’t mind.

When she gets there, she walks around the luxurious house and down to the wooden dock on the lake. She can see Brett, Cody, and Kevin in swim trunks out on the moored powerboat. They’ve got music playing, and they are sipping beers. She walks up on the dock. “Hi guys! I’m here to suck your cocks. Where do you want me?”

Brett ogles her. “Strip naked, slut. No clothes for girls on my boat.”

Emma closes her eyes. The sun feels good on her skin. She slowly strips for the guys, hiding her clothes and purse away in a cubbyhole on the dock. Once she’s barefoot and nude, the guys let her come aboard. Brett casts off and takes the boat out a bit.

Emma runs her hands over her nude body and feels the heat of the sun. “Do you guys have any sunscreen lotion?”

Cody comes up with his dick. “I’ve got your sunscreen right here, slut. You just have to suck to get it out.”

The client is always right. Emma smiles and looks up at Cody as she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock and massages his balls. The frat boy’s digging her service, and then Kevin comes up on her right. She reaches out to give Kevin a handjob as she blows Cody, sliding her hand smoothly around his cock. She alternates between the two guys, sucking Cody and Kevin each in turn, working her tongue, working her hands around their shafts. Their cocks taste salty and sweet, reminding her of the last service call. She can feel them begin to throb in her hands, and then they erupt, painting her face and tits with their creamy lotion.

The boat’s swaying at anchor. As soon as Cody and Kevin are done, Brett barrels in. He pulls on her hair and spits in her mouth, and then he shoves his cock inside her hot mouth. Emma takes it, swallowing his spit, shaping her tongue for Brett’s pleasure as he pistons into her palate and the back of her throat. She drools as she receives the facefucking, with strings of her own spit trailing past her chin and to her cum-splattered breasts. She can taste a hint of Brett’s precum, and then he pulls her head back and paints her too, splattering her face.

Emma smiles for the guys and rubs their cream into her skin. It feels like a reward. She squeezes her breasts and massages the cum into her curves like proper sunscreen. She leaves the load on her face for last, licking her lips for effect.

Brett snaps a photo of her as she rubs herself in their cum. “Splattering a slut always takes the edge off. Guys, I feel like doing some tubing. Whore, can you swim?”

“Yes, sir.”

The guys grab Emma by the hands and feet. They lift her up, and then they swing her in a big arc and toss her in the water. The lake is fresh and bracing, and when she emerges she sees the three frat guys jump in after her to cool off.

Emma smiles at Cody in the lake. “Thanks, that was fun!”

“Sure, we’ll do it again sometime. Get out of here now.”

She swims to shore through the buttery smooth lake water. She climbs nude onto the dock and waves to the frat crew. The boat engine is already roaring away into the lake.