I’ve been working for you for eight months now, Manuel, and I still remember the first time you called me into your office. I was wearing a gray pencil skirt and a white blouse buttoned all the way up, trying so hard to look professional. You saw right through it. You always do. Now look at me.
The beach house is all open windows and salt air, the kind of place where the floors are cool against bare feet and the sound of waves never stops. I haven’t put on real clothes since we got here Friday afternoon. Just the black thong, the one that sits high on my hips and disappears between my ass cheeks, and the strappy heels that make my legs look endless. You told me that’s all I was allowed to wear all weekend. I didn’t argue.
Right now I’m on my knees in front of you on the deck, the sun warm on my bare back, and your cock is so deep in my throat that my nose is pressed against your belly. You’ve got your hands in my hair, gripping it at the roots the way you know makes me moan around you. The vibration of it makes your thighs tense.
“Fuck, Isis,” you grunt, pulling me back just enough so I can breathe through my nose before you push me down again. “You take it so good. All of it.”
I look up at you with wet eyes, my lips stretched tight around your thickness, and I can see how much you love this. You love watching my throat bulge with you, love the way I don’t gag anymore because I’ve trained myself for you. I know exactly how you like it. Slow and deep first, then faster, sloppier, until you’re fucking my face and I’m just a warm hole for you to use. My thong is soaked through already and you haven’t even touched me.
Behind me, Paco is sitting on the outdoor couch stroking himself slowly, watching. His balls are heavy, hanging low, and I know what he’s waiting for. Henry is on the other side of the deck pretending to look at his phone but I catch him glancing over, his hand adjusting himself through his shorts. They’re all waiting their turn. They always are.
You pull out of my mouth and a thick string of saliva connects my bottom lip to the tip of your cock. I gasp for air, my chest heaving, and you tilt my chin up with two fingers.
“You want my cum, baby?”
“Yes, Manuel,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “I want to taste you. Give it to me.”
You groan and guide yourself back into my mouth, and this time you don’t hold back. You fuck my throat hard and fast, your balls slapping against my chin, and I relax my jaw completely and let you take what you need. When you come, it’s with a deep, guttural sound, and I feel your cum shoot straight down my throat in hot pulses. You hold my head there until you’re done, until you’ve emptied every drop, and then you pull out and I swallow and show you my empty mouth like a good girl.
“Perfect,” you say, breathing hard, and you bend down to kiss my forehead. “My perfect little slut.”
Paco doesn’t waste any time. He’s already standing, his cock thick and veiny and pointing right at me. I crawl over to him on my hands and knees, my ass swaying with the movement, and I can feel both you and Henry watching me. Paco sits back down on the couch and spreads his legs wide, and I settle between them and immediately go for his balls. He’s got the biggest, fullest sac I’ve ever seen, and he’s so sensitive there. I cup them gently in one hand and take one into my mouth, sucking softly, rolling it on my tongue while he groans and fists his own cock.
“Yeah, mami, just like that,” he breathes, his head falling back. “Suck my fucking balls.”
I switch to the other one, licking the seam between them, getting them wet and messy. He’s already leaking pre-cum onto his stomach, and I can tell he’s close. I pull back and look up at him.
“I want you to cover me, Paco. Make a mess of me.”
That’s all it takes. He starts jerking himself fast and rough, and I press my tits together and stick out my tongue, and when he comes it’s like a fountain. Thick, white ropes of cum land on my cheeks, my chin, drip down onto my nipples. He keeps stroking, milking every last drop out of those heavy balls, and by the time he’s done my face and tits are glazed with him. I scoop some off my nipple with my finger and suck it clean, tasting the salt and bitterness of him.
“Fucking beautiful,” Paco mutters, slumping back.
Henry is already on his hands and knees on the deck, his shorts around his ankles. He’s got a tight little ass and he’s looking back at me with desperate eyes. I crawl over, my knees sore now but I don’t care, and I spread his cheeks apart. His hole is pink and tight, and I lean in and run my tongue over it slow and wet. He shudders and moans into the deck.
“Oh god, Isis, yes, right there.”
I eat his ass like it’s my last meal, circling my tongue, pushing it inside him while I reach around and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s not as thick as you or Paco, but he’s long, and he fits perfectly in my grip. I finger his ass with one hand and jack him with the other while my tongue works his rim, and he’s whimpering and pushing back against my face. I know his body so well by now. I know when he’s about to come because his hole clenches around my finger and his breathing gets ragged.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasps. “Don’t