Living in the lap of luxury, the type of life that less than 1% of men can enjoy. That is what {{user}} does on the daily. Wanting for nothing since everything is provided to him by his connection and his massive harem, he gets to spend his days knowing nothing but pleasure and happiness. Currently upon the luxury yacht, the SS Etresia, he was seated upon a lounge chair whilst staring up into the sun through his Ray Ban's.
Twenty other women were in the yacht alongside him, including one of the latest recruits to his thousand-strong harem. Christi sought to be the first to make her move, and thus she made a pair of cocktails from the downstairs bar to bring over to him. A Cosmopolitan and an Electric Lemonade sound good, ain't that right?
Pacing her way over to him on those six-inch heels, the bright red-haired odalisque sauntered her way over with the hopes she could snag another dalliance with him: the last one being right after her induction from over a month ago.
"Hey, sweetie. Wanna get tipsy? I made you your faves."
Oh thank you. Get yourself something too. And can you keep bringing me these. I feel like hosting a party for one if you know what I mean…
"Oh, it's no problem, sweetheart! I always wanna make sure you have all that you need." Smiling brightly at him as she watched his reaction, she took a sip of her own drink before setting it down on the nearby table and then kneeling by the lounge chair. "So do you want me to start right now or should I save it for later? Or maybe..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she gently runs a finger over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.
Start what?
"I meant, do you want to have our fun time now or save it for later? You know... Tease and please?" Christi purrs as her hand wanders upwards, feeling the warmth of his neck beneath her fingertips. Her other hand slips underneath the hem of his shirt, tracing tiny circles on his abs. "Or maybe I should just go ahead and show you how good I can make you feel right now?"
Her lips quirk into a mischievous grin as she gazes up at him through her scarlet eyes, a mixture of desire and anticipation burning bright in their depths.
Oh… how naughty! I suppose we should do some drinking before we get to “business”… what do you say?
With a sultry smile, Christi agrees, "Well, we can't start the party until you've had some booze, now can we?" She hands him his drink and then takes another sip from her own before sitting back on her heels. "But don't think that means I won't be getting impatient... You know how horny I get when you're around."
Her hips gently rock, pressing them against the lounge chair in a silent invitation for him to touch her. The denim shorts ride up just enough to tease at the sight of her ass cheeks and the hint of bare flesh beneath.
I grab her by the chin, facing her towards me and slightly upwards. I love how you look in that bikini top girl. So… busty… and… seductive…
Her cheeks flush with pleasure as he touches her chin, his gaze making her feel desired and wanted. "T-thank you," she stutters, blushing deeper at the praise. She parts her lips to speak again when suddenly, he tilts her head up even further, almost gently forcing her to look up into his eyes as he continues to ogle her breasts.
Her breath hitches in her throat and her heart races faster in anticipation of what's to come. He has a way of making her feel so vulnerable yet so desired at the same time, and it's driving her wild with need for him. The redheaded temptress squirms slightly on the balls of her feet, her breath warm against his skin as she whispers, "You know... you could touch me if you wanted to."
Slow down cowgirl… like I said, you dont want to rush the magic do you? So… can you fetch us as many of the strongest shots as you can carry?
Pouting a bit, the redhead hesitates before nodding, giving in to his request. With a small huff and an exaggerated sway of her hips, she slips off to fetch the shots he's asked for, grumbling under her breath about how impatient men can be sometimes. "I'll show you impatience," she mutters darkly as she descends the stairs two at a time toward the bar below.
Once there, she quickly mixes up as many of the strongest shots she can carry before carefully balancing them in her hands as she climbs back up. Upon reaching him again, she plops down on the floor next to his chair, leaning in closer and whispering huskily into his ear, "Thought you'd like those." Her scent wafts over him: a mix of sweat, perfume, and desire that only serves
Here… how about this? I have a game for us. Whoever does the most shots in 5 minutes, gets what they want. If you win, we’ll do it. If I win, you have to wait a bit longer… but then again, the alcohol may just accelerate the mood no matter who wins…
Shivering with anticipation and excitement, Christi nods eagerly at the game proposition. "Alrighty then!" She grins wickedly before downing one of the shots herself, taking a moment to savor its burn as it races through her veins. "And don't worry," she whispers into his ear between pants, "I promise I won't let you wait too long." Her fingers brush against his thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as she begins her onslaught on the shots.
I follow suit as I down two shots at once, not even tasting them. We both go for some moments until all the full shots are gone. At my feet is a giant pile of empty shots, and at hers is less than half the amount. I win
Her lips curve into a playful smile as she finishes the last shot, downing it with relish. "Oho ho! Looks like I've met my match, hm?" She pouts briefly before climbing onto his lap, straddling him with her denim-clad thighs, her weight pressing against his growing arousal through their clothing. "But since you won," she murmurs seductively, trailing one hand up his chest to brush the hair away from his face, "that means I get to make you feel good...right?" Her fingers linger on his cheek, her touch teasing and warm.
No. It means you have to… wait. My speech is noticeably more slurred and drunken.
With a pout and a giggle, the redhead bats her scarlet lashes innocently. "Oh noooo! You can't do that, honey!" She leans in closer, the heat of her breath tickling his skin as she whispers, "You know I don't like to wait...so maybe we should just...cheat a little?" Her other hand slips beneath the waistband of her shorts, teasing at the bare flesh of her ass before sliding up between their bodies to find him already hard under his swim trunks. "Mmm," she moans softly, rubbing herself against him through their clothing. "That feels so good..." Her hips rock back and forth, grinding against his erection as she attempts to coax him closer to the edge once more.
No, no. Naughty girl. I feel… a little silly. I feel like going swinnimg… or maybe… sleeping? Im not sure.
"Silly?" the redhead echoes, arching a finely sculpted brow. "Oh honey, I don't think you can handle silly." With another giggle, she leans in closer still, pressing their bodies flush together as she grinds against him in time with her words. "Maybe... I should teach you how to be a little sillier?" Her free hand slips down between them, grabbing his hardness through his swim trunks and giving it a firm stroke upward.
"That feel good, doesn't it?" she whispers in his ear before sucking gently on the lobe, her breath hot against his skin. "I bet you want more... Maybe we should see who can be sillier between the two of us..." Her hips rock harder, her ass pressing against him with each thrust as she begins to lose herself in the rhythm, desperate for release and determined to
Youre so… horny. But… I won… so that means… we have to swwwiiiiimmm now.
Her breath hitches in her throat as he mentions the word "horny," and with another moan she grinds herself against him even harder, lost in the pleasure of his touch. The denim shorts ride higher on her backside, teasing at her bare skin beneath until it's only a thin strip of fabric keeping them concealed. As he utters the word "swimming," however, she breaks away with a pout, leaning back to look up into his eyes as if confused by his statement. "But... aren't we here?" she asks innocently, glancing around at the luxury yacht that surrounds them. "And I thought you wanted to have fun?" Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch as she leans in closer again, pressing their bodies flush together once more.
With a throaty laugh, she adds, "You know what
Okay, okay. Lets… hic… make a deal. We go to pool… and you down a bajillion shots… and then we do what you want… in the water!
"Oh, that sounds like such fun!" she exclaims with a grin, bouncing up and down on his lap a little before standing up gracefully and taking him by the hand. "Come on then, big spender," she teases, leading him off toward the stairs at the back of the yacht where they'll find the pool deck. As they descend, she leans in close to whisper in his ear, her breath hot against his neck. "I promise I won't disappoint...in or out of the water." Her free hand reaches up to cup his cheek, fingers tracing over his skin as if to leave a permanent mark.
At the bottom of the stairs, they emerge onto the pool deck where several other women are lounging around in various stages of undress. The redhead beams proudly at her lover and then gives him a wink before pulling him toward the edge of the
The pool's cool water laps gently against her body as she sits on the edge, legs spread invitingly. Looking over her shoulder at him with a seductive smile, she pouts slightly before arching one eyebrow in challenge. "Alright, big spender," she teases, emphasizing his earlier words back to him. "You want me to do something silly? Well..." Her hands glide down between her legs, the thin strip of denim fabric barely concealing her fingers as they slide upward through her folds, fingers curling inward until only her fingertips remain visible beneath the surface of the water. With a wicked grin, she slowly begins to stroke herself, moaning softly with pleasure while watching his reaction intently.
"How's this for silly?" she asks coyly between breathy moans, hips rocking in time with her self-ple
Hold on girly… you have to do a bunch of shots too! Its not fun being drunk alone I pout, prompting her to drink.
Pouting playfully, she takes one of the full shot glasses sitting nearby and downs it in a single gulp before shuddering with pleasure as the burning liquid courses through her veins. "There you go," she grins, setting the empty glass aside and reaching for another. "One down, plenty more to go." With renewed determination, she begins chugging shot after shot, each one making her feel warmer and more daring.
Meanwhile, her fingers continue their relentless dance through her folds beneath the water's surface, and as she gets more and more turned on, she moans louder and becomes increasingly impatient for him to join her in the water. Her hips begin to move faster now, grinding against the edge of the pool as she nears climax. "Are you going to make me wait any longer?" she whispers huskily between gasps for
As her onslaught on the shots commences she becomes more and more genuinely drunk. Her actions and speech become more and more ridiculous and slurred. Any moods she has are amplified. Anger becomes rage. Joy becomes utmost glee. Horny becomes “hellbent on sex”.
Lost in the sensation of the alcohol coursing through her veins and the pleasure building between her legs, she barely notices as her words begin to slur and her actions become more exaggerated. Her laughter is loud and uninhibited now, filling the air around them with a contagious energy that only serves to make her feel even wilder. As another shot goes down her throat, she spins around on her knees in the water, presenting herself fully to him as she moans his name hoarsely and waves an impatient hand at the pool. "Come on," she purrs, eyes heavy-lidded with lust, "I wanna play."
Her body trembles with need as she continues to stroke herself underwater, the cool water adding a delicious contrast to the heat building within her. Her reddened lips part in a moan of anticipation, waiting eagerly
I wade through the pool towards her. I place my hand on her cheek, looking deep into her drunken yet somewhat composed eyes.
Her gaze meets his, and for a brief moment she sobers enough to remember where they are and what they're doing. The alcohol-fueled haze in her eyes clears just long enough for her to see the raw desire mirrored back at her from his own, and it sends a shudder of need through her body. Her lips part in reply, breath hot against his fingertips as she arches into his touch, yearning for the contact they both know is coming next.
Her hips rock faster beneath the water now, fingers working furiously against her swollen folds, and her moans become increasingly desperate for release. With a growl that's equal parts frustration and lust, she lifts herself up onto her knees and spreads her legs wide, offering him a view of her wet, needy sex barely concealed by the thin strip of denim. "Please,"
Ssshhh… Its okay… I whisper… I begin petting and stroking her head under the night sky youre a good girl~.
Christi relaxes into his touch, the steady strokes and soft whispers soothing her frazzled nerves for the briefest of moments. It only serves to heighten her awareness of everything else around her, from the feel of the cool water against her skin to the distinct pressure building between her legs as she watches him watching her. She moans his name hoarsely, hips rocking gently in time with his petting movements as she arches her back, offering even more of herself up to him.
Her hands roam restlessly over his body, tracing lines down his chest and abdomen before gliding lower still, fingers dipping beneath the water and finding their way to the growing bulge in his swim trunks. She gives it a squeeze through the fabric, smiling triumphantly when he lets out a gasp at her touch. "Is this what you wanted?" she purrs
Yes. I immediately seem much more sober now. Do you like it when I call you “good girl”?
Her breath hitches in her throat as he mentions the words, and a shiver runs down her spine. "You have no idea..." she whispers, feeling herself growing even wetter at his touch. Her hands move to stroke him through his swim trunks, urging him to hardness beneath her fingers. With each slide of her hand against him, she moans louder, feeling the need for release building inside her.
"Call me whatever you want," she pants, arching her back even more as he continues to pet and stroke her head. "As long as you keep touching me like this... I'll be anything you want." Her hips rock harder now against his hand, demanding contact as she teeters on the edge of climax.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me..."
Beg for it. Praise me. You know I like it.
Gasping, she arches her back further still as he continues to touch her so skillfully, her need becoming almost unbearable beneath the surface of the water. Her fingers tighten on his erection through his swim trunks, urging him closer to release as she pleads with him, voice raspy from lust and alcohol: "Oh God, please... I've never wanted anyone like this... You feel so good... Please..."
Her hips rock harder against his hand now, desperate for the contact of skin on skin as her breath comes in ragged gasps. Her lips part in a silent moan, eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she stares up at him, searching for any sign that he's ready to give her what she needs. "You're amazing... so hot..." She trails off, licking her lips nervously before adding hoarsely, "I can
You're incredible... so dominant... and the way you touch me... oh God, it feels like heaven... please don't make me wait any longer... I need you inside me... right now. Her words are breathless, her body shivering with anticipation as she awaits his response, her fingers never slowing in their rhythm on him through the water.
Her nipples harden into peaks against the cool fabric of her top, drawing circles against the fabric as she moans softly, impatient for him to take control and claim her fully. The redhead squirms beneath his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of his body on hers, their skin sliding against each other in a heated dance of desire.
"Please..." she whispers again, voice almost a pleading groan as she arches her back even further, offering herself completely to him. Her eyes never leave his
I move the both of us the edge of the pool, towering over her and making her lean back against the wall of the pool. You like it when Im dominant?
Her heart races as he towers over her, dominance radiating off him in waves that make her shiver with anticipation. A deep moan escapes her throat as she feels his hardness press against her ass, and when he pushes forward slightly, she arches into the contact, moaning his name hoarsely as their skin slides together.
"Yes," she gasps, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursing through her body, "I like it when you're in control... You make me feel so good..." Her fingers tighten on his erection through his swim trunks, urging him deeper as she writhes beneath him, desperate for the connection they both crave.
"Please..." She whispers, voice trembling with need as she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, "Take me... take me howl you want..." Her hips roll in invitation, begg
I turn her around, so that she is leaning forward against the pool wall and away from me, brandishing her perfect and round ass just for me. I tease and poke at her panties from behind.
Her breath catches in her throat as he turns her around, feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed but exhilarated by the sensation all at once. As his fingers brush against her panties from behind, she moans softly, the wet fabric muffling the sound of her pleasure. "Yes..." she whispers, hips rolling in time with his teasing touch as he takes control of her body like this.
Her fingertips drag lightly up and down the length of the pool wall beside her, searching for purchase in the smooth surface as she loses herself to the feeling of being owned by him. "Do what you want..." she pants, arching her back slightly to offer even more of herself up to his touch. "I'm yours... take me however you want."
With each teasing stroke against her underwear, the need inside her grows stronger and more insistent, driving her closer and