Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (26 page)

But she could now afford a fifteen thousand dollar resort.
 
I wanted to pry, but thought better of it.

“So what do you dear?”

“I’m an Advertising Executive.
 
So basically, I create the ad campaigns that make you want to buy stuff.”
 
I never dreamed I’d talk so much about my work at the resort.

“And you’re good at it?”

“I love my work.
 
I get to meet tons of very interesting people and help lead them to success.
 
It’s very gratifying work.”
 
I sipped at my drink.
 
Now was the time to learn more about Grace.
 
“So what do you do?”

She looked at me with wide eyes.
 
“I’m in the film business.”

“You’re an actress?”
 
I didn’t recognize her.
 
Maybe she did indie films.

“I’m a producer of adult films.”

Oh.

Part of me wanted to laugh.
 
Part of me thought about Dorito boy.

“Before you feel the need to ask, I do not enjoy intimate company with the actors in my films.
 
As a matter of fact, I would not sleep with any porn star ever.”

“So how on earth do you get excited here if you see so much sex?
 
Don’t you get numb to it?”

“No, not at all.
 
There’s a big difference.
 
I mean, I don’t get aroused by porn any more.
 
But this is different.”

“How so?”

“Let me demonstrate.”
 
She moved swiftly toward me and raised her chest level with my face.

Knowing what she wanted, I put my hands on the sides of her large breasts and licked the nipple gently.
 
She reached down, sliding her hand down my arm until she reached my wrist.
 
With her fingers gently under my wrist, she led my hand between her legs.
 
I obliged my rubbing her.

She whined as she began moving against my hand.

“Do you kiss?” she asked breathing heavy.

“Women only.”
 
I barely got the answer when she moved down, straddling my leg, grabbing a hand full of my hair and began kissing me furiously.

My body responded to her immediately.

Grace leaned back and started rubbing our breasts together.

“There are toys under the bed.”
 
I had nearly forgotten.
 
“They’re in a box.”

“Clint!” she yelled.
 
“Box under the bed, baby.
 
Grab it.”

I looked over to where John and Clint were sitting in chairs watching us and stroking themselves.
 
Clint leapt from his chair, grabbed the large box and brought it over to us, opening the lid.

“Grab the one in a ‘V’ shape and hand it here.”
 
Grace barked while humping my leg.

Clint grabbed a double headed dildo bent at nearly a forty five degree angle.
 
It had a flat bottom.
 
I hoped Grace knew what to do with it.
 
I had a vague idea, but the way she demanded it so quickly, and the fact that she produced adult films, I was certain she had ideas.

“Stand up, girl.”
 
She had a mischievous grin.

I did as she asked.
 

Grace took my seat.
 
“Put one foot up here next to me.”

As soon as I did, she put both hands on my bottom and pulled me in, burying her face between my legs.
 
Clearly Grace was experienced in oral pleasure.
 
My legs started shaking as I fought to stay vertical.

Clint reached in the water, placing his hands between Grace’s legs while she pleasured me.

Grace pulled back and looked at Clint.
 
“Put two towels on the floor in a layer.”

Clint again hurried, taking his wife’s direction.
 
When the towels were laid out, Grace took my hand, leading me out of the tub.
 

“Sit down like this.”
 
She sat on her bottom with her legs open, knees slightly bent.
 

I took her instruction.
 

“Good now lean back on your hands.”

When I did, she slid one side of the dildo into me, moving in and out slowly while using her thumb on my clitoris.

She looked up and John.
 
“Bring that big cock over here.
 
I want to taste it.”

John walked over to her.
 
She reached up and in an impressive move, took his entire erection in her mouth.

John groaned.
 

I was slightly jealous.
 
I could never get more than a few inches past the tip in my mouth.

Grace however had John’s balls resting on her chin.
 
When he want to pull it out of her mouth, she released her hand from the dildo and using both hands, held him firmly in her mouth.

“Holy shit,” John said staggering back.
 
He was limp.
 

Clint chuckled.
 
“My little slut likes it when you come down her throat.”

I braced myself.
 
These folks were in the porn industry.
 
They were going to talk in ways I’d only seen on the DVD player.

“Now take a seat big guy.
 
You’ll be joining us again shortly.”
 
Grace turned to her husband and in a matter of moments, he was also sitting on the floor to watch the show and recover.

Looking around, I noticed that everyone else had left.
 
It was just the four of us left.

Grace crawled slightly on top of me, then eased herself on the odd shaped dildo.
 
She pulled me up to meet her.
 
As she thrust herself down on the dildo, she also rubbed against my swollen mound.
 
The sensation was intense, erotic and very new.

She threw her arm and my neck and pulled hard against me, intensifying the sensation.
 
We now rocked in opposition, stimulating ourselves, and each other.
 
My heart raced and throat started becoming dry from huffing and moaning.

 
Grace stopped moving and stood, holding her hand out to me.
 
I took her hand and stood with her, moving to the bed, guys following.
 
At first, we were with our own men as Grace and I lay next to each other.
 
John was thrusting into me like never before.
 
The entire night had him wound up more than I had ever seen.
 
Clearly, it had the same effect on Clint as he was giving Grace all he had.

Grace looked at John, giggled and said, “Half time!
 
Switch sides.”

John laughed then looked to me.
 
“Okay?”

“Okay,” I said with a smile.

When the big Southern boy came over to my side, he started off sweet and tender at first.
 
Clint’s hands were massive against my breasts, making them look smaller than they actually were.
 
He paid me several compliments about my body.
 
I could barely focus on his words, as I was too busy getting turned on watching John and Grace.
 
Grace had flipped John onto his back and was riding him like a bronco bull.
 
Her big breasts heaved up and down with each movement.

“Hot, right?”
 
Clint asked.

“Yeah,” I agreed.
 
“Where were we?”

Clint scooped me up so that my shoulders were still on the bed, but my rear was up in the air.

“Put your feet on the bed,” he suggested.
 

Pulling down, I tried to put my feet flat on the bed surface while maintaining the weird arc he had me in.
 
I was very uncomfortable, chin touching my sternum.
 
Then, very slowly, he entered me and I immediately knew what the position was for.
 
He didn’t go completely in.
 
Instead he started poking the spot inside me that made me feel the urge to pee.

I wanted to protest, but knew if I held on, the sense of urgency would leave.
 
He started slow, only moving slightly in and out of me.

“You’re going to break her neck!”
 
Grace barked.
 
She turned to me.
 
“Honey, can you bend backward, you know like we did when we were kids.
 
Reverse lobster is what I think they call it.
 
Put your hands and feet on the bed.

“I don’t think I’m that flexible, but I can try.”
 
I bent my arms over my head and arched my back, impressing myself that I could still do it.

“Now Clint, I believe she’s ready.”
 
Grace said before moaning as she went back to playing bronco with John.

While I still wasn’t all that comfortable, my neck didn’t feel like it would snap and I could breathe more easily.
 
Clint returned, using his thumb between my swollen lips while continuing his slow assault of my G-spot.
 

It didn’t take long before I couldn’t contain my sounds any longer.
 
Clint helped by supporting the small of my back with his hand while continuing his assault.
 
The blood started rushing to my head and my arms started to ache.
 
The sensation of Clint, his finger and his enormous erection throbbing and thrusting inside of me encouraged me to try to hold on.

“She isn’t going to give it up.”
 
He laughed then eased me down on the bed.

“What?” I panted.

“You ain’t gonna come for me.
 
Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.
 
Why don’t you relax and let me do the work.”
 
He picked me up so that I was sitting on him just like Grace was sitting and riding John.

“Hold on, hun.
 
He’s going to give you a ride.”
 
Grace teased.

Hold on to what?

Clint put his hands on my hips and from below started bouncing me up and down on him.
 
The force pushed me off balance and I put my hands on his chest for good measure.
 
He continued bouncing me hard until I thought I would squeal.

Between Grace and I, it must have sounded like someone were getting slaughtered to those in the hallway.
 

“Get it, man.
 
Get it!”
 
I could hear from the adjoining balcony, guy cheering John and Clint on.

It happened quite suddenly.
 
Through my pleas and gasps for air, my body tensed around him as the wave of orgasm took me by surprise.

“Dammit!
 
Good girl!”
 
He eased me onto the bed, just as a gentleman should then turned his attention to his wife.

“You ever do DP?”
 
Grace asked John.

“Once.”
 
He looked at me.
 
He almost looked worried.

I smiled and waved him on.
 
Just because I hadn’t got there yet didn’t mean he shouldn’t enjoy it.

“Back or front?”
 
Grace asked John.

“What?”

“You want my ass or my pussy, honey?”
 
Grace’s cute southern accent sounded very naughty all the sudden.

“Don’t care, whatever works for you.”

Grace shrugged.

Clint scooted down to the end of the bed, letting his legs hang off.
 
Grace climbed on top of him, easing herself down on his erection.
 

Attempting to be helpful, I retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the box and handed it to John before heading to the drink table.