A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... mood to obey these instructions. I moved the magazine into my left hand and adjusted my bikini bottom, not to cover myself better, but to reveal more of my pussy lip to this enormous hunk. I placed a towel over my midriff, but from his angle, he could easily see under it and straight up my legs.

And he was doing just that, with a smile as wide as the Mississippi delta.He knows exactly what I'm doing. He likes it!

I closed my legs and turned on my side, taking both my crotch and my eyes away from the young God.

"Daring!" Mark said lightly.

"You saw? It was stupid!" I replied in self-flagellation, "really silly!"

"Let me help," Mark offered.

"Are you serious?" I asked, continually shocked that he would even think of putting me on further display.

"We've been out for an hour or more. You need sunscreen. Why don't you lay on your stomach and let me apply a little," he offered not in the least innocently.

I lowered my half of the cabana chaise-lounge to a flat position and lay on my stomach. Mark bent over and I felt a tug at the knot at the back of my top.

"Mark!" I protested.

"Don't worry, I'm just avoiding an unnecessary tan line." He lay the disused straps off the side of my lounger and poured a heavy load of the whitish slick oil into his hands, lightly rubbing it across my shoulders and back before spreading his hands and the liquid straight down to the top of my butt.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I heard myself respond.

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he ...

... replied.

"Is he...?"

"Looking?" Mark interrupted. "Yeah. Acts like he's not looking at all, just like you, but yeah, he's hooked."

"Jesus Mark! Don't talk like that!" I rejoined.

"I have to, 'it's twooo, it's twooo!'" he quipped.

Mark reloaded and spread the viscous liquid across my lower thighs and calves, all the way down to my ankles. I noticed that with each movement he pulled my ankles further and further apart. My own husband was intentionally putting my pussy on display before a total stranger.

In the coup de grace, he squirted a heavy dose of the whiteish cream across my ass, then another, allowing them to reside there momentarily while he put the top back on the bottle and set it down.

"You're a devil," I told him.

"Me?" Mark asked innocently.

"Yes you, I know exactly what you're trying to put in his head!" I countered.

"I am a simple cabana boy, doing his job the best way he knows how," Mark answered. I felt his hot hands on my ass, rubbing the cream in, all the way in, well under and past my bathing suit and down the inner sides of my asscheeks before his long fingers strummed across my anus and onto my slit, rubbing the remaining cream onto those lips and even under the tiny g-string.

"Jesus Mark! Stop!" I protested; "We're in public!"

"All done here," he teased, "no need to worry."

After a brief visit to the bar to refresh our drinks, Mark asked "so, where is your head? I mean, about the whole thing, do you even entertain the ...