back was just above the surface. The water distorted the tight outline of his ass below. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Each beautifully defined muscle undulated as he lapped at the girl on the right. She arched and spread her legs even further twining her fingers through the dark curls dripping on the base of his neck. My hand tightened into a fist involuntarily. I could almost feel the slick strands between my fingers.
The one on the left must have been getting very close to coming because I saw her thighs snap shut as she began to buck against whatever number of Morgan's fingers were crammed up inside her. She threw her face toward the sky with a dramatic gasp and porn star cries. He must have brought the money moves to the other chick at about the same time. She held his head in a vise grip against her and joined her girlfriend in an orgasmic duet. The two women fell against one another and I watched their amazing chests heave up and down as they caught their breath.
My own breath had taken on a ragged rhythm. I was utterly aroused and completely mortified at the same time. He was just so fucking sexy. I wanted to be one of those girls. I wanted to be the kind of air-headed eye candy that men just couldn't get enough of and that I despised down to my hard-working toes. My experiences with men had left me with precious little faith in my choices. But at that moment I would have gladly sacrificed my fragile self-respect to have Morgan Wolf go down on me in the middle of the bright blue ocean.
Morgan disengaged. He slipped under the water and out of my line of sight giving me a clear view of the girls who were back to making out with each other. The unbroken mellow tan of their smooth bodies was a sharp contrast to my pasty chef's skin. The only reason I didn't have tan lines was because I had absolutely no tan. I couldn't remember the last time I actually sunbathed.
"Morgan . . . it's your turn sweetie!"
"That's right darlin', double your pleasure now."
The two women splashed at him with long golden legs. He swam over to them, crossing the pool in just a couple of strokes. When he hoisted himself up onto to edge of the pool, his arm muscles bulged with the effort. I wondered what it would be like to have those arms around me. I was sure he could lift me off my feet effortlessly with his strength.
He twisted around and sat between the two women. I hadn't seen it in the dark the night before, but I noticed he had a small tattoo on the left side of his chest, above his heart. It was a subtle mark, just a fishhook over a perfectly sculpted pec. There wasn't a lot of ink involved; it reminded me more of a brand than anything. Branded by the sea perhaps.
The girls went right to work. Their hands were all over him and each one started lavishing attention on either side of his neck, nibbling at his ears, nipping at his jaw. I could see his response rise between his legs until his erection pointed skyward against his flat belly. His cock was still slick with the pool water and the swollen head was bruise colored with pumping blood.
I turned away. Couldn't. Watch. Him.
The kitchen wasn't much of a refuge. I could almost feel the heat radiating through my little room, seeping under the door and grabbing me like a pair of sculpted male hands on my tits. Knowing he was getting ready to fuck the shit out of two gorgeous and enthusiastic playmates punched me in the gut and took my breath away.
Richard was alone in the command center when I peered through the glass door and knocked lightly. He gave me a big grin and motioned for me to join him. I was determined to let him distract me. Imagining what was occupying Morgan at that moment had the potential to nauseate me.
The bridge was nothing like I had pictured. It looked almost like some sort of studio or security center. There were six or seven screens lined up in front of the wheel and half again as many gauges and other instruments. Richard was seated in the huge leather
The one on the left must have been getting very close to coming because I saw her thighs snap shut as she began to buck against whatever number of Morgan's fingers were crammed up inside her. She threw her face toward the sky with a dramatic gasp and porn star cries. He must have brought the money moves to the other chick at about the same time. She held his head in a vise grip against her and joined her girlfriend in an orgasmic duet. The two women fell against one another and I watched their amazing chests heave up and down as they caught their breath.
My own breath had taken on a ragged rhythm. I was utterly aroused and completely mortified at the same time. He was just so fucking sexy. I wanted to be one of those girls. I wanted to be the kind of air-headed eye candy that men just couldn't get enough of and that I despised down to my hard-working toes. My experiences with men had left me with precious little faith in my choices. But at that moment I would have gladly sacrificed my fragile self-respect to have Morgan Wolf go down on me in the middle of the bright blue ocean.
Morgan disengaged. He slipped under the water and out of my line of sight giving me a clear view of the girls who were back to making out with each other. The unbroken mellow tan of their smooth bodies was a sharp contrast to my pasty chef's skin. The only reason I didn't have tan lines was because I had absolutely no tan. I couldn't remember the last time I actually sunbathed.
"Morgan . . . it's your turn sweetie!"
"That's right darlin', double your pleasure now."
The two women splashed at him with long golden legs. He swam over to them, crossing the pool in just a couple of strokes. When he hoisted himself up onto to edge of the pool, his arm muscles bulged with the effort. I wondered what it would be like to have those arms around me. I was sure he could lift me off my feet effortlessly with his strength.
He twisted around and sat between the two women. I hadn't seen it in the dark the night before, but I noticed he had a small tattoo on the left side of his chest, above his heart. It was a subtle mark, just a fishhook over a perfectly sculpted pec. There wasn't a lot of ink involved; it reminded me more of a brand than anything. Branded by the sea perhaps.
The girls went right to work. Their hands were all over him and each one started lavishing attention on either side of his neck, nibbling at his ears, nipping at his jaw. I could see his response rise between his legs until his erection pointed skyward against his flat belly. His cock was still slick with the pool water and the swollen head was bruise colored with pumping blood.
I turned away. Couldn't. Watch. Him.
The kitchen wasn't much of a refuge. I could almost feel the heat radiating through my little room, seeping under the door and grabbing me like a pair of sculpted male hands on my tits. Knowing he was getting ready to fuck the shit out of two gorgeous and enthusiastic playmates punched me in the gut and took my breath away.
Richard was alone in the command center when I peered through the glass door and knocked lightly. He gave me a big grin and motioned for me to join him. I was determined to let him distract me. Imagining what was occupying Morgan at that moment had the potential to nauseate me.
The bridge was nothing like I had pictured. It looked almost like some sort of studio or security center. There were six or seven screens lined up in front of the wheel and half again as many gauges and other instruments. Richard was seated in the huge leather
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