Last Chance

Thanks to chiefhal for his proofreading assistance.

"Reservation for Silver please," Amanda said, as we stood at the registration desk of the opulent resort.

"One moment, please." A barely clad, dark skinned young woman answered, as she began pecking on the computer. I actually didn't see how she managed to even hit the keys with her long nails. "I don't see a reservation for you here." She finally answered, with a furrowed brow. "Do you have a confirmation number I can check?"

"What do you mean? I made that reservation myself almost three weeks ago!"

"I'm, sorry ma'am. I don't see one."

"What the fuck?" my wife growled angrily.

"Check Connor, will you?" I asked politely.

"Ah yes. Albert Connor."

"What!?" my wife snapped. "I made both of them, how do you have his and not mine?"

The young woman pecked at the keyboard a few moments and then smiled. "Ah. I see what happened. Mister Connor called and canceled the second bungalow about two weeks ago."

"That son of a bitch!" Amanda swore quietly. "He canceled my bungalow so I'd have to stay with him!"

"Not surprised. I'd have done the same thing. We'll use his bungalow. I can guarantee he won't be coming." I said calmly, completely unsurprised that he had done that. It all made sense.

"I'm not sure I can do that sir. The reservation is in his name."

"Yes, it has his name on it, but who made the reservation?"

"Um, Amanda Silver."

"And I'm Amanda Silver!" my wife snapped.

"One moment." She said, stepping away from the desk. I watched her nearly naked body walk to an office and lean in, her thong bikini bottom leaving her entire chocolate colored ass exposed. She straightened and turned to walk back, an older gentleman following behind.

"I'm the manager. Maybe I can be of some help here?"

"You sure as hell can. You can give us the bungalow I reserved," my wife snapped! "It's been a long rough trip and I want to relax, not stand here arguing."

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't do that."

"Can I have a word with you? In private?" I said to the gentleman. He nodded and we both walked to the end of the counter away from the women. "I think what's happened here, is that her boss had her make reservations for the two of them, for a business meeting here, and then called and canceled her bungalow, so she'd be forced to sleep with him. Now, since he isn't going to be coming, and trust me, he won't be, why don't you just switch the names on the two bungalows and you won't be stuck with an empty one and we won't be going home giving your resort a bad name online."

"I can see your point. It wouldn't be the first time someone played that game with one of their subordinates. Very well sir. We'll switch the names on the two reservations and you and your, um..."

"Wife."

"Yes, you and your wife can enjoy your visit."

"Thank you. I appreciate that." I nodded. "If we enjoy the first few days, is there a chance we can extend our stay?"

"Let me check." He said, walking back to the computer. He clicked away on the keyboard for a moment and then smiled. "Right now, that bungalow is available until next week, so adding a few more days would be quite simple."

"Perfect. We'll let you know in a day or so."

"Very well. Oh yes, I see here that he changed his bungalow as well, moving it to one of our higher end ones. You should be quite comfortable there. You are in bungalow seventeen, down by the ocean front. It's a nice secluded, romantic setting. I hope you and your wife enjoy your stay," he said, as he handed us a hotel key on a fob with a wrist band. It took me a moment to realize why the wrist band. I wouldn't have any pockets! "The key fob is tied to your account, so you can swipe it for any of your needs. Food, drinks whatever. No need to carry a wallet or anything. One of the ladies outside will be happy to drive you to your bungalow."

"Thank you!" I acknowledged him, reaching down to pick up the one small suitcase we had brought. We walked out the back door of the welcome area and found a line of small electric carts, with striped canvas tops, sitting on the edge of a narrow, paved path. Another dark-skinned young woman, this one completely nude, walked from where she had been sitting under an umbrella, with several other equally naked young women, most of them apparently island girls, with a couple fair skinned young women mixed in. Her light brown skin glistened in the afternoon sunlight, her large breasts bounced enticingly with each step. Her dark nipples were erect and her large dark areola puckered slightly in the ocean breeze. She was shaved bare, and her dark, almost black, inner labia protruded down into the gap, between her thighs.

"Good afternoon, sir. May I drive you to your bungalow?" She said sweetly, smiling and glancing down at the bulge suddenly growing in the shorts I'd worn to travel down.

"Certainly, seventeen please," I said.

"This way then," she said, walking past us to walk along the line of carts, stopping at a little red four seat one with a large, bright white, 17 stenciled on the plastic hood. "This cart will be yours for the duration of your stay." She said as she held her hand out to invite us into the back seat. I dropped the suitcase into the cargo basket on the rear and then followed my wife as she slipped into the rear bench seat.

I was no sooner seated, than my wife was pulling her skirt up and pulling my hand between her, now bare, legs. She grinned at me and I wasn't sure if it was because she was turned on, or if she wanted to make sure I remembered just exactly where the pussy, that I was supposed to be playing with, was at. Not that I didn't think the young, maybe twenty-year-old, island girl didn't look damn sexy, but I doubted that the staff were allowed to be with guests that way.

The young woman drove us through the palm grove, toward the ocean front and then down another drive, that eventually led to what was cleverly disguised as a grass hut, but my engineer's eye quickly saw the clues indicating a much more substantial structure beneath. The young woman parked the cart and got out, walking around back to get our single suit case. "This way." She said with that huge smile still on her face, walking ahead of us down a short boardwalk to the bungalow. She opened the unlocked door and stepped inside. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust. The bungalow was basically three sided, with the fourth side almost all glass. As we watched, the young woman unlatched and moved the floor to ceiling, glass panels aside, opening the ocean view up to the outdoors. I looked around and noticed an open-air shower on the inside of the glass wall, positioned so that the user would be visible to anyone outside if the curtains weren't pulled, and another shower head on the deck outside, which was probably for washing the sand off before coming in. The bungalow had a large, probably king-sized bed, and a small bathroom that was enclosed with only a pull around curtain. A small wet bar with a refrigerator and microwave sat against the other wall.

"Very nice." Amanda said as she walked around the room. She'd worn a green, sleeveless, wrap around dress, barely long enough to reach from just above her nipples to just below her bare bottom. The whole trip she'd been forced to periodically hitch the top up, to keep her nipples from slipping out, but not too high, or she'd start showing off other parts. At first, I was feeling a bit protective, feeling a bit irritated at the men looking at her in just that way. Then I realized, that was exactly what Liang would be doing, showing off her body as much as it was possible to do, legally, all the while the dress just barely keeping from flashing something, or everything, if she had wanted it to. I wouldn't have objected to Liang, teasing that way, so why was I so hesitant to see Amanda doing it? True, she'd looked at teasing other men as teasing me as well, but was that what I wanted from Amanda?

Through two airports and three flights, she'd managed to keep things just barely hidden. Now, she let the dress go and was standing in nothing but the high heeled, platform sandals. The young woman didn't seem at all bothered by my wife's sudden nakedness.

"On the counter here," the young woman said, as she walked to the bar, "is a binder that outlines the resort's etiquette: where you can wear clothing, where you can't or shouldn't. What's allowed and not." She picked something up from the counter and turned to face us. "These are your no bracelets." She said, stretching her hand out to show us two red rubber bracelets that reminded me of the kind of friendship bracelets kids wore. "If you wish to be left alone, you wear this. You are not allowed to proposition, grope, or otherwise intrude on someone wearing a red bracelet. If you're with a partner and you don't want others to intrude, simply slip this on. Just because a person is having sex with someone, does not mean you can horn in. Now, if they aren't wearing the bracelet, even if they are having sex, you are free to proposition them. Forcing yourself on someone who has said no, is strictly prohibited. You will get one warning and then you will be expelled. Forcibly taking someone, after they have said no, will be turned over to the local authorities, and I can assure you, a stay with them will not be a pleasant situation. No, means no, but it does need to be a distinct, refusal. Laying with someone saying oh God no, is not a refusal. No should be clear and unambiguous."

"So, how do you know if someone said no?"

She grinned. "The book will tell you that there are hidden cameras all over the resort. Inside the bungalows, are not covered, and it's assumed that if you willingly enter a bungalow, you're accepting whatever happens. If you're in a public space, you can assume you are being recorded. Before you ask, no, you don't have to worry. All recordings are encrypted. It takes two manager passwords to unencrypt any recoding. The image server is not hackable, as it's not attached to any outside network in any way. Recordings are kept for five days and then deleted. Protection is important, but so is privacy."

Amanda walked to her and took the bracelets from her, and then stepped closer, so close that her tits almost brushed the young woman's. "Tell me. Is the staff free to associate with the guests?" She asked quietly.

"We are, if we choose, though we do prefer to be tipped for our efforts."

"And if we don't have any money, how do we tip you?"

The young woman walked over to the bar and picked up a small tablet device. She touched it a few times and then turned back to my wife, stepping in front of her again. "You simply let me enter my number, and then type in your amount. Your key fob approves the transaction."

"And how much of a tip do you want to undress my husband?"

She grinned. "Well, for something like that, I wouldn't charge anything." She grinned. "But I can tell you; that one of my friends feels like a hundred dollars is a good starting point for more than just undressing him."

"Well, I've been teasing him with this dress all day. I'm surprised he isn't walking bow legged by now. I saw how interested he was in how you looked, when you walked over to us, why don't you help me undress him and, well, I'll leave it up to you how we might want to relieve him of the load he has to have built up, assuming of course you want to help."

She looked over at me and grinned again. "This might be fun." She said softy. She moved toward me, Amanda moving with her until they were standing on either side of me. "I'm Tolia, by the way." She said softly, as she squatted down in front of me. "By the size of this, I'm hoping for a nice big one."

"I doubt you'll be disappointed," Amanda said softly, as she turned my face with her fingers, to look at her. She leaned her face to mine and pressed her lips to mine in a soft kiss. I felt my shorts being opened and then pulled down and heard a soft gasp, as she pulled my briefs down, releasing the hard-on that had been wanting to be touched all day. She broke the kiss as Tolia lifted my shirt, giving her room to pull it off as well. I stepped out of the shorts and then let the two of them push me back. I flopped onto the bed and then looked at the two of them looking at me. "I promised him as many threesomes as he wanted and I'm kinda new at this part of things, so, what should we do?"

"With a dick like that, I'm good with anything. Pussy, ass, face. As long as he makes me come."

"Well, it's been a long trip and I'm every bit as horny as he is, so as long as I get to climax too."

"In that case, why don't you lay on the bed. I'd bet he'd love to fuck you while he watches you lick my pussy. After you come, I'd be happy to swap places with you."

"I'm not very good at this part, giving oral sex to another women, but I'll do my best."

"I have a hunch it'll be just fine." Tolia whispered as she crawled onto the bed. She turned around and held a hand out for my wife, pulling her onto the bed to lay down. They moved around until my wife had her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs bent and hanging over my arms, as my engorged head gently rubbed along her wet slit. Tolia shifted until she was facing me, her pussy inches from my wife's face. She slowly spread her knees to lower her pussy to Amanda's face, and let out a soft moan, as Amanda stroked her protruding lips with her tongue. "Oh yes. That's nice. Now, fuck your wife for me, let me see you make her come."

As horny as I was, I didn't have to be invited twice. Without using my hands, I shifted my weight until my mushroom head spread my wife's soft lips. She moaned into Tolia's pussy, as I pushed slowly into her very wet pussy. She wasn't kidding about being turned on. I couldn't remember the last time she was this wet when we were just starting. I held her legs and started to stroke in and out of her, wondering just how long I was going to be able to last with the view in front of me. I watched Amanda reach up to Tolia's tits and squeeze and massage them as she licked between her wet lips and across her clit. I could tell her excitement was growing, by the moans coming from her lips. I continued stroking in and out of Amanda, while I watched Tolia reach down to my wife's tits, and grasp her nipples, making her moan loudly in response.

I stroked my hard shaft in and out of my wife, shifting my position slightly, to drive my shaft along her clit harder. She responded by starting to rock her hips in time with my strokes, a sure sign that I was getting the impact I wanted. I watched her licking her first black pussy, her hands busy trying to squeeze and tease the young set of tits, as her climax pushed closer and closer.

"Oh fuck! Gonna come! Oh God, gonna come!" My wife gasped, stopping her licking, as her legs started to tremble. "Oh God honey. Gonna come for YOUUUUUUU!" she cried out, as her pussy clenched around my shaft. I drove into her harder, driving my dick all the way in so that the base of my dick smashed against her clit with each stroke. I knew what that would do, and I wasn't disappointed. Her cries of pleasure grew louder as she climaxed even harder around me. After almost half a minute or more, she reached from Tolia's tits to my stomach and pushed me back as far as she could. "You better stop, or you're not gonna have any left." She panted, as she lifted and spread her legs further, trying to roll away from me.

"You really want me to fuck her?" I asked, still not quite believing that's what she intended.

"I promised, didn't I? Everything you could want and then some. Well, I saw you looking at her sexy young body. So, you might as well indulge. Besides, I've got her all warmed up for you."

"She does that," Tolia said breathlessly, "I was getting pretty close to coming on her face, but around a dick is always better."

"I don't know how long I can keep from coming," I said breathlessly, as they started to reorganize their positions. "And I don't have any condoms or anything."

"There's a drawer full of different ones by every bed, but you don't need one with me if you don't want one. All the staff get tested every two weeks and we're all on birth control."

"That seems handy," Amanda said, as Tolia laid down where my wife had been and scooted closer to me. "Go ahead lover. Let her have the whole thing. Just be polite and make sure she comes too."

I wasn't sure I was going to be able to do that, to be honest. I was, quite literally, almost ready to come in my wife only moments before. I nodded and aimed my dick at Tolia as she held her own knees back, spreading her legs wider than anyone I'd ever done before. I aimed my head at her wet lips and pressed it slowly into her. "ohmygodfuckyes!" she moaned softly, as my dick slowly disappeared into her. "Shit, I knew this was going to be good." She said, looking up at my wife. "Play with my tits again."

"If you want." My wife answered with a little grin. "As long as you give my pussy a little attention. I wouldn't mind a second climax about now."

"You think you can handle another?" Tolia giggled, as Amanda moved her pussy over Tolia's face. She looped her arms around my wife's thighs and pulled her down to her face.

"Holy shit," Amanda gasped, as Tolia pushed her mouth against my wife's pussy, "oh my God yes! Jesus that feels good. Oh Lord." She breathed, as I started to plunge in and out of Tolia. Amanda reached down to Tolia's tits, and pulled and squeezed her nipples, pulling on them enough that; as they moved on her chest from my pumping into her, that they tugged first one direction and then another. I watched her twist them like little knobs, drawing louder moans from Tolia. Then my wife did something I didn't expect at all. She leaned down over Tolia and laid chin on her dark-skinned mound and stuck her tongue out. I knew what she was trying to do, but each time I pushed in, my stomach pushed her face out of the way. Eventually she just lay her head on Tolia's dark skin and used her fingers to tease her clit. Around and around my wife stroked her fingers over Tolia's clit, adding to the sensations of my strokes.

I thought that Tolia had given up trying to lick my wife's pussy, but the moan that came from my wife, as she lay on top of Tolia, said that was anything but true. I felt Tolia's pussy start to quiver slightly. Just a little gentle squeeze, followed by another and then another. With each passing stroke the squeezes seemed to get stronger, and as they did, her tunnel got tighter, and I grew closer and closer to climax. Finally, there was no holding back.

"Fuck yes!" I grunted, as my body spasmed, a huge gush of cum pushing deep into her pussy. I stood there, resting my hands on my wife's face as I came into Tolia's, now climaxing, pussy. I could hear her muffled moans, as she tried to keep licking my wife.

Amanda moved her fingers from Tolia's clit and pressed her hand to my body, pushing me back and my dick out of her pussy. She reached for my dick as the next huge squirt of cum sailed across the short distance and landed on Tolia's black lips. Amanda grasped my dick and pulled me toward her, opening her mouth wide and pulling me, until she could close her lips around me. The next shot went into her mouth, as did the one after that and the one after that. I stared down at her in surprise, as she teased under my head with her tongue, taking the rest of my load in her mouth.

I stood there, panting, looking down at her as she let my, now softening, dick slip from her mouth. She shifted a little lower and drooled my cum from her mouth down over Tolia's pussy, and then reached down with her fingers and spread it around her lips. She slipped two fingers into Tolia and stroked them in and out slowly, rubbing her palm across her clit and mound as she massaged my cum into her.