Laura's Fun

The pool area was quieter than the beach, a long stretch of turquoise water reflecting the lantern light and the stars above. Laura had drifted there after dinner, her red wristband catching the glow as she trailed her fingers through the warm water, sitting on the edge with her feet dangling. The night air was soft against her bare skin, and she felt a familiar hum of anticipation building in her core. She'd noticed him earlier, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and kind eyes, watching her from across the bar. He'd smiled, and she'd smiled back, and now here he was, approaching her with two drinks in hand.

"Thought you might want company," he said, his voice warm and smooth. "I'm Marcus."

Laura took the drink, their fingers brushing. "Laura. And yes, I definitely wanted company."

He settled beside her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. He was older than her, maybe late forties, with a weathered face and strong hands. There was something solid about him, something that made her want to press herself against him and see if he could handle everything she had to give.

"So," he said, taking a sip of his drink, "what do you do back home, Laura?"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I'm a marketing manager for a tech company. Boring as hell, but it pays the bills." She tilted her head, her eyes glinting. "But that's just what I do to survive. What I *really* do is have fun. As much as I can, with whoever I can, whenever I can."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I appreciate the honesty."

"Honesty is kind of my thing," Laura said, leaning back on her hands. "Back home, I have this whole routine. I go to work, I do my job, I smile at my colleagues. And then I go home, and I think about all the ways I want to be fucked."

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes distant for a moment. "My best friend Carrie, she's here with me, actually, she's the one who started it all. She came up with this idea. She called it her 'Whorehouse Weekend Event'"

Marcus leaned in, clearly intrigued. "Whorehouse?"

Laura grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes. "We’ve done it a few times, Carrie sends out a message to all her fuck buddies. There's about eight of them now, all different shapes and sizes. She tells them the date, and she tells them they can bring a trusted friend if they want. And then, for the whole weekend, her door is open. They can turn up whenever they want, day or night. And when they arrive, they find Carrie and me already there, naked, waiting."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "The first time, within 30 minutes of the start time, one guy turned up, unzipped and fucked me senseless, emptied his balls and left, it felt…Amazing. By the end of that first weekend, I'd been fucked more times than I could count, and I'd never felt more alive."

Marcus's eyes were dark with interest. "Sounds fantastic"

Laura's smile widened. "That's just what we call them. It's not an actual whorehouse. It's Carrie's house, and we're not whores—we're women who love sex and aren't ashamed of it. The guys come in, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend they trust. They don't ask permission. They don't need to. Carrie and I are there for one reason: to be used. To be filled. To be the center of attention."

She took a sip of her drink, her eyes gleaming. "It's about freedom. It's about being fucked and enjoying the attention and the sex. It's about letting go of all the shame society tries to put on women who love sex. And it's about trust,trusting that the men who come to us will respect us even as they use us."

Marcus let out a low whistle. "Wow, I’m jealous, I would love to have friends that do that at home"

She grinned. "I know. And I'm not ashamed of it. That's why I chose red the moment I got here. I didn't come to this island to play nice. I came here to be used, to be filled, to be the slut I've always been."

He set his drink aside, his hand finding her thigh. "And what do you think you're capable of tonight?"

Her breath caught at his touch, her skin tingling under his fingers. "I'm hoping you can help me find out."

He smiled, a slow, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Want to go for a swim?"

The pool was warm, almost body temperature, and the water felt like silk against her skin. They floated together, their bodies drifting close, his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him. The water rippled around them, and Laura felt a sense of weightlessness that went beyond the physical.

She felt his cock against her thigh, hard and thick, and she pressed closer, her arms wrapping around his neck. The warmth of the water, the soft glow of the lanterns, the feeling of his body against hers, it was intoxicating.Marcus lifted her slightly and guided his cock to her pussy and slowly sank her down onto it. Laura wrapped her legs around him

"Fuck," she breathed. "You feel amazing."

He kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue exploring her mouth. She melted into him, her body pressing against his, the water lapping at their skin. His hands roamed her back, her arse, pulling her tighter against him.

"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured against her lips. "When you chose red?"

Laura nodded, her voice thick with desire. "Oh yes, I’m here for fun and pleasure"

He pulled back, looking at her with those kind, knowing eyes. "Oh, you’ll definitely get that here, seeing as you’re here with me and my cock is up your pussy"

She felt a shiver run through her, not from cold, but from the depth of his words. "And it feels good"

He guided her to the edge of the pool, lifting her off his cock and onto the tiled lip. She lay back, her legs spread, the cool tile contrasting with the warm water still dripping from her skin. He knelt between her thighs, his mouth already descending.

His tongue found her clit, and Laura gasped, her hips bucking. He ate her with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his tongue circling and flicking, his fingers sliding inside her. The sensation was electric, every nerve ending firing at once. A few people in the pool came near and enjoyed the show, men and women.

"Oh, God," she moaned. "Yes..."

He worked her relentlessly, bringing her to the edge, then pulling back, teasing her. She was writhing by the time he finally let her come, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, her cries echoing through the quiet night. He stood, pulling her to her feet, and led her to a lounger set back from the pool, hidden by a cluster of potted palms. She lay back, and he stretched out beside her, pulling Laura on top. Her mouth found his cock, his tongue finding her pussy. They moved together, a perfect 69, each lost in the other's pleasure. Laura took him deep, her throat relaxing, her tongue swirling around his length. She wanted to devour him, to show him how much of a slut she was.

Marcus was skilled, his tongue and fingers working in tandem, bringing her to the edge again. She moaned around his cock, her hips grinding against his face, the taste of him filling her mouth. She could feel her own juices flowing, coating his chin, and the thought of how utterly filthy she was only made her wetter.

He pulled away, his breath ragged. "Turn around, hun"

She straddled him, positioning herself over his cock. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch, her eyes fluttering closed as he filled her. He was thick, stretching her, and she relished the feeling.

"Fuck," she breathed. "You're so big."

He gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm. She rode him slowly at first, savoring every sensation, then faster, her breasts bouncing, her head thrown back. The lack of inhibition….was intoxicating.

"Jesus" Marcus said, his voice rough with awe. "You’re so tight"

She looked down at him, at the way his eyes roamed her body, at the way his hands gripped her hips. She felt powerful, desired, alive. She thought about Carrie's house, about the open weekends where she'd knelt and taken cock after cock, and she realized this was no different. She was still a slut, still a whore, still nothing but a vessel for pleasure. And she loved it. He pulled out, flipping her onto her side. He took a sachet of lube from the bowl next to them, opened it and spread some on her ass and his cock. Then felt his cock tip begin to push into her ass. She tensed for a moment, then relaxed, surrendering to the sensation.

"Yes," she gasped. "Fuck my arse.", lifting her leg.

He pushed in slowly, letting her adjust, grabbed her tit and then began to thrust. Laura moaned, she turned her head and they kissed passionately , she reached behind his head as he slid in and out of her ass, her body rocking with each movement. Laura was extremely horny, being fucked in the ass did that to her, she loved nothing more than a fat cock up her tight asshole.

He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit, his fingers digging into her hips. She was close again, the sensation overwhelming.

"I'm nearly there" he grunted.

"Do it," she begged. "Fill my arse."

He thrust deep, his cock pulsing, and she felt the hot rush of his cum filling her. She screamed, her own orgasm ripping through her as he emptied himself inside her. Thick spurts of hot spunk flooded her ass, Laura groaned as she orgasmed from the ass pounding and Marcus emptying himself up her eager bum.

He lay there, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. Laura lay there, trembling, her body slick with sweat, her arse full of his cum. The feeling of spunk and cock up her ass made her happy.

"Fuck," she breathed. "That was incredible."

Marcus pulled out, rolling onto his back beside her. He pulled her close, his hand resting on her hip, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.

"Welcome to Isla del Sol," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Laura smiled, snuggling against him, feeling his cum slowly seeping from her arse. “Well hopefully this is not a one time fuck we’re going to have, come and find me and fuck me whenever you like. I’ll introduce you to my slut sisters, they’ll show you a good time”

Marcus smiled, kissed the top of her head, “Oh, don’t you worry, I’m definitely coming back for seconds, thirds and more, and I would love to meet your slut sisters, if they’re anything like you”

They lay there, spent, watching other couples getting it on around them, one woman nearby had a cock in each hand and was giving them a good tug, another woman was kneeling between a man's legs giving him a slow deep blowjob, the sun catching the butt plug up her ass. It was just wall to wall filth and debauchery , the best kind. There was even a bisexual threesome going on, a man fucking another man up the ass, with the woman sucking the guy off as he was being fucked, something you don’t see everyday.