Steamy Public Hot Tub

You arrive at the resort riding in the back of your ex-boyfriend's pickup truck, sipping on the fifth of whiskey that you've been working on all night. You're already pretty drunk and it's getting late, but you've been having a great night and you're just not ready for it to end yet.

Your friend Becca hops out of another car along with the four guys you've been partying with and comes over to give you a quick hug goodbye.

"You're heading out already?" You slur, disappointed.

"Yeah," she sighs, "I have to be at work by 7am and my apartment is only a few blocks away, I figured I'll quit while I'm ahead."

She eyes the four men and your ex-boyfriend talking on the other side of the parking lot.

"Get home safe, ok?" She says, waving as she trots away.

You smile and say goodnight as you make your way to the resort's front entrance with the rest of the group. None of you are staying there but there's a nice hot tub that's easy to sneak into, and you're all too tipsy to care if you get caught.

Your ex, Matt, slips his hand around your waist as you all head toward the door to the pool area, and you squirm away, shooting him a mean look. He raises his hands over his head in defeat and gives you a quick wink.

"Hey, no hard feelings, I'm just trying to have a good time," he says, passing you a bottle of something sweet and strong.

You roll your eyes and swig greedily from the bottle, droplets flowing down your chin. Then, you put the bottle down and start to remove your t-shirt and shorts, exposing your perky breasts held down by a string bikini. When you turn toward the hot tub you notice all five men checking you out, their eyes trailing up and down your toned body.

You start to feel annoyed but can't help but enjoy the attention, and slowly enter the warm water, swaying your hips and holding onto the railing for balance. You feel foggy and giddy, struggling to annunciate your words.

The guys throw their shirts on the empty lounge chairs on the pool deck and enter the water with you. You can't help but let your eyes wander across Matt's toned chest, following the line of hair that travels down his navel into his swim trunks. He catches you eyeing him and smirks at you, wading across the water to sit next to you.

It's around midnight and there's no one else in the pool area but you six, sitting in the steamy hot tub and enjoying the starry sky.

Minutes pass and you let yourself relax, appreciating the sensation of the warm bubbly water on your smooth skin. You keep sipping at the mixed drink in the bottle Matt gave you and partake in conversation, all the while enjoying the stares the guys are giving your wet tits, barely covered by the thin material of your swimsuit.

After a while, you get so drunk that you barely even notice Matt put his arm around you and pull you over to him. Normally you would protest, after all you broke up for a reason, but he feels comfortable and you melt into him a little, letting the buzz of alcohol wash over you.

You nod out a little and wake up to Matt's hand creeping up your thigh, resting his fingers on the base of your bikini bottoms. You turn red and squirm a little but his hand feels warm and strong, and your body responds to his touch before your mind can catch up. He slips his hand under under your string bikini and slowly circles your clit, making you moan a little louder than you intended. Matt keeps talking to everyone like nothing is happening, but it's a small hot tub and the other guys look at you with knowing, lustful eyes.

"Wait, I'm in a public pool in front of a bunch of guys I barely know, and this is my EX!" You think to yourself, scanning the area for other patrons. You don't see anyone and you're too drunk to put up much of a fight, so you give in and subtly rock into his firm hand, feeling your nipples harden and warmth rush down to your pussy.

Without warning, Matt pulls the string holding your bottoms on and yanks them off of you, quickly shoving them into the pocket of his swim trunks and working his fingers into your wet pussy.

Shocked, you look around weakly and silently hope the bubbling water from the hot tub jets is hiding your nudity. His fingers pulse slowly in and out of you and you close your eyes, lost in a trance of pleasure and drunken fog.

You nod out again, taken by the overwhelming feeling of his fingers pushing deep inside of you while he strokes your clit with his thumb.

You open your eyes to Matt pulling you onto his lap. All four of the guys are smirking at you now, watching you writhe in pleasure as you hump his hand.

"See, what did I tell you? She wants my dick so fucking bad she doesn't even care if you're all here to watch," Matt scoffs, holding your hips and fingering you hard underneath the water.

You open your mouth to protest but stop as you feel him lower his trunks, the head of his dick grazing your wet folds.

You know this is wrong, anyone can come outside at any minute and see what's happening, and you're alone with five drunk men, but your pussy aches to be fucked and you feel tired and complicit from all the alcohol.

Matt slides his 7" dick into your pussy, pulling down your hips so it slides all the way in. You gasp in pain and pleasure and hump him furiously, his hands pulling you up and down and traveling all across your body. The other guys whistle and watch you getting fucked inches away from them, reaching over to stroke your face and feel your tight body.

You try to get words out but you can't over your moans, his dick slamming against your cervix. Matt unties your bikini top and throws it over the fence, leaving you butt-naked, tits bouncing above the water.

Hands caress your nipples and someone comes over to suck at your tits and feel up your long, smooth legs. Your mind is a whirlwind of shame and overwhelming pleasure, your clit rubbing against Matt's balls with each thrust. He fucks you hard and fast and you feel yourself overcome with a powerful orgasm, twitching and gasping in the moonlight.

Matt chuckles and lifts you out of the pool and onto the deck, your drunk, limp body still recovering from your climax. He places a towel down and lays you face down with your ass in the air, your wet skin glistening. The guys step back and admire your wet pussy from behind for a second before Matt pushes his dick back into you, fucking you even harder than before.

You rock against his strong body and grab onto the corners of the towel, overcome with orgasm after orgasm.

"Tell me how much of a slut you are, baby," Matt grunts, pushing even deeper into you.

You moan in pleasure, pussy juices flowing down your thighs. "I'm your little slut, Matt. Please fuck me. I'm your slut."

He picks up the pace and you feel your pussy walls tighten around his huge dick.

"That's it, come for me baby. Come again for all these fellas watching you."

You clench tighter and gasp as you lose all your senses to the biggest climax of your life and feel him push as far as he can inside you, his cum flowing deep into your body.

You start to relax as he fucks you softer now, emptying his load into you and pulling out.

You go limp and collapse naked on the towel, legs still wide open, and the guys watch as some of Matt's cum flows out of your swollen pussy.

They chuckle and leave you there, naked and drunk, full of cum on the pool deck.