All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains: rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, oral and nonconsent/reluctance; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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The warm, white sand sifted between my toes, supplementing with physical sensation the visual beauty surrounding me, both in flesh and landscape. The high-walled resort was built right on the beach and extended further up into the hillside encompassing a huge area of jungle. If it wasn't built so opulently, one could mistake it for a secret military compound trying to hide something in the thick of the jungle. The only thing it was hiding though, was a luxurious and sexually liberated lifestyle for exclusive members of the Sanctuaire resort. Or so I was informed as I was led through the resort by a large and attractive man wearing next to nothing. His skin shone bronze from spending excess time in the sun out here, and his boxer briefs left little to the imagination as he walked me through lush gardens, pools and cottages.
You can't be embarrassed about that kind of shit here
, I admonished myself as I caught myself again and again gazing at his semi-hard cock printing through his briefs. My guide, Robert, clearly had a huge cock, and I could see a precum spot near his tip. I knew my face and body had been flushed from the start of the tour, but knowing this veritable Apollo was attracted to me had me intoxicated. I was 5' 7" and weighed less than 50 kilos wet, my slim athletic figure turning heads in all but the chest department. I kept my legs and ass tight with my workout regime, and I can't remember the last time I had a belly. My recently bleached hair shone in the harsh sun, contrasting my skin which was pale compared to the resort's residents. Occasionally throughout the tour, Robert would guide me to the next location by placing a hand on my lower back, eliciting an involuntary flutter in my groin. I had initially been horrified that he would notice my lustful state, but a quick reminder about where I was put me at ease.
I'd heard of Sanctuaire at one of the sex clubs I visited on a whim, and quickly secured a flight to international waters not far from New Zealand to continue my sexual awakening. After my high school boyfriend of six years had cheated on me my sex life had been a blur; sucking off random guys in nightclubs to fucking guys I thought were cute in high school to eventually visiting sex clubs. After experiencing my first BDSM session there, I came to the realization that my lust was insatiable and in a moment of clarity I boarded my flight. The long overseas flight tested my resolve, and by the time I landed I was determined to re-emerge from this tropical island a beautiful butterfly free from its prudish cocoon.
Stepping off the plane into the welcoming sun, I had excitedly drunk in the vista surrounding the small airport. It was nothing more than a landing strip cut into the dense jungle, but it did the trick. My connecting flight had been smooth and uneventful from New Zealand to this remote tropical island. Carnal stares followed me as I stepped off the airplane, my white double-slit dress leaving little to the imagination as I strode across the tarmac to the tiny terminal. I had changed from the comfortable yoga pants I wore on the overseas flight to something significantly sexier; no bra, only a tiny white g-string underneath the 'tropical' dress. I was heading straight to the resort, and I wanted my first impression there to be enticing. My objective was accomplished as I turned heads of both men and women on my tour, though it might have been because I was
over
dressed.
As we reached the top of the stairs, my senses were set upon by the sight and sounds of a poolside orgy. Draped over patio furniture, in the pool, on the tile, women and men were fucking like crazy. I counted six men and women in various states of intercourse, the men naked and the women similar. Two women wearing fishnet stockings and heels were kneeling on the stone on all fours as two men sodomized them from behind. I could see their rears were red from spanking and one of them was moaning loudly through a hand clamped over her mouth. The other had her head laying on the stone, her mouth open as she stared off into space through the ongoing assfucking. What really caught my eye, though, was the size of the cocks in their asses. Each cock was as large as my guide's, if not larger in their turgid state, veins bulging grotesquely as they plunged into their victims.
A short, pudgy man stood close by, his hands resting on two blonde heads that were servicing his cock. They were kneeling on cushions at his feet, one naked, the other wearing a microkini. The one without clothes had her lips wrapped around the man's cock while the other attempted to suck on his balls from below. In the pool, a large breasted woman bounced up and down in the arms of another man, her shrieks and moans piercing the air as she bathed in ecstasy. Another muscular man waded into their area and proceeded to shove his cock in her backside, eliciting a sharp squeal before continuing to bounce up and down in their arms.
I couldn't help but notice how wet the scene was making me, watching another guy plunge his cock deep into the throat of a girl laying on a lounge chair. I stepped back to regain my senses just as another beautifully tanned girl with a gold choker arrived, wearing nothing but heels, a white g-string and matching stockings.
"Oh, Robert!" she chuckled and immediately dropped to her knees in front of Robert. I hadn't noticed his cock had been growing just like my lust, threatening to break out of the thin material at any moment. The gorgeous brunette deftly fished out his cock and began licking the head loudly, forcing me to believe the act was routine. Robert groaned and braced himself against a low wall, his beautiful erect cock glancing in and out of the girl's mouth.
"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly as our tour was put on hold, "Give me a few minutes?"
"Um, no problem," I stammered out, my mind returning to the orgy. The nearby sodomy was picking up speed, the girls bracing against the stone tiles as their assholes were pounded without mercy. I squirmed uncomfortably in my currently sopping thong; the memory of my own sparse anal attempts not pleasant ones. My ex had convinced me to try it a few times, but each time hadn't been great, either the pain or the fear of the mess steering me away from it. One of the guys pulled out and the girl immediately reached back to spread her asscheeks; in that moment I saw inside her, past the gaping pink ring that was her sphincter. My crotch flared up in a perverse flicker as I drank in her gape—her submission, her constraint, kneeling beneath the swinging meat club.
Forcing my gaze away I stepped past the trio in the pool, the woman's screams still rising above the other groans and cries. I could see fresh claw marks in the guy's tanned back he flexed himself deep inside the woman he was holding. I'd seen a lot of sex at the clubs I'd visited, and definitely had my own fair share of cock, but this was too much. I felt myself getting light-headed so I stumbled up the pathway towards the overlooking resort house.
Stepping onto the balcony above the pool, I glanced back at Robert and saw him thrusting deep into the slut's face, one fist wrapped tightly in her dark ponytail, another on her throat. Her hands were clasped together behind her back as she was forced forward into an awkward position halfway between kneeling and doggystyle, relying only on Robert's grip to maintain balance. I could see Robert's own face sweating as he facefucked her, trying to force his cock all the way down her throat in one smooth motion. To her credit, the girl was managing well considering his size and position, makeup streaming down her face but not putting up a fight. I couldn't help but be slightly envious of the brunette's task, but also her self-control.
I turned away from the orgy below and stepped into the open foyer of the luxury beach house. There was evidence of Japanese influence in the open floorplan, wooden floors and minimalist design. As I walked quietly through the house, I heard heels clip-clopping towards me and panicked. I didn't really understand how things worked here with regards to property and privacy; should I even be here without Robert? I froze as a petite girl with fake breasts came striding around the corner. She wore black stockings and stilettos and I could see cum hanging from her blonde hair. She paused for a second when she saw me, and then continued walking right past me, avoiding any eye contact. I stood there mouth agape as her heels clopped away from me, the semen stains on her face and collar burned in my mind.
Well, what did you expect, you dumb cunt? What do think free use looks like?
My brain scolded me back to the present as I sauntered deeper into the house, guided by the sound of moaning. Sliding open a rice paper door, I was confronted with another orgy.
A girl with the figure of a model was kneeling prostrate on a white carpeted floor, only adorned with peach stockings and a gold collar. One cheek lay on the carpet, and I could see cum covering the other as she grimaced through a frantic pounding administered by the older gentleman behind her. Even her fake eyelashes had traces of cum in them, and I could detect makeup stains that ran from her beautiful brown eyes. When she saw me out of the corner of her eye she raised her head in curiosity, but was forced back to the floor by a hand on her collar. Nearby her sitting on a couch was a charcoal-skinned man with a physique similar to Robert's, his huge hand gripping the skull of a petite asian. The poor girl had her lips locked around the base of his cock, and was slapping his thighs as he kept his cock imprisoned in her throat. A beautiful dragon tattoo that ran up her side rippled as her body convulsed around the cock. Her chest and stomach flexed and contorted, but a skinny white guy with a beanie had an iron grip on her waist as he sunk his own cock deep into her rear. When she was finally let up for air, what must have been 12 inches of dark meat sprang from her throat and she lay gasping for a moment while her sodomy continued.
