All four men stared at me with hungry eyes.Then I told the Boss I could serve some drinks for them, instead of playing cards, since I had not brought ...ore cash.As the game continued, so did the small talk, which eventually became sexual amongst everybody. I laughed at their dirty jokes.Soon I could notice that I was their object of the sexual remarks. They said they would never leave a hot woman like me alone on a poker game night with strangers...Some of them said that he would keep me chained. Fuck... He stopped as he delivered his sperm in my cunt. My own orgasm served to draw out his creamy gift.I had completed the hat trick of fuckery- oral, anal, and pussy cum loads all in one day with one man, mine.I was thinking Ricky had also done his own version of a hat trick- rutting with three generations of women in one family.I opened my eyes. There, watching from the hallway outside the door, were Sofia and her sister. Neither had a stitch of clothing on. Our cabin smelled of sex. But,. He knew when to ease off, when to speed up, just how to touch her to get her juices flowing. Finally, he relented. She felt the orgasm rising inside her; an unstoppable force that took her over like a current during high-tide. She felt the rising; that slow, strong mounting of pressure and the inevitable crest. It was as if rockets were bursting in her spine, spiralling lights exploding behind her eyelids. The pinnacle lifted her in its merciless palm and flung her up, high, into the air. Her. “I’m not letting that tosser see me naked.”“Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking, and I’ve got an idea. You know Johnson from Café Nero, the little guy who usually works weekends?”“Hmm, yeah, the one they all call ‘Big Johnson’ for some reason.”“That’s the guy. I thought it was a joke, ’cos he’s only about 5 foot 6, but he’s hung like a horse, apparently. I’ve not seen it, but Julie and Maggie both have.”Libby looked puzzled. “I always thought he was gay?”Claire shrugged. “I think he’s what they.