Two days in, and my body was used perfectly. I had so many orgasms the last couple of days, I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but deep down I wanted to see how much further I could go.

My itinerary was delivered this morning, on my tray with breakfast. I ate by myself, with no one feeding me or teasing me. I had the morning for myself before I was to meet a man at the desk. I would be outside today, but I wasn't told what I would be doing.

After cleaning up, I put on a bikini, one that left little to the imagination. Adding a cute little cover-up and sandals, I grabbed my bag and made my way down the elevator. At the front desk, the lady smiled widely, showing off her pretty smile, her brown eyes shimmering in the sunlight.

I gave her my name, telling her that I was to meet here for my day's activities. She had me take a seat, waiting for whoever was meeting me. I noticed that names here weren't a big deal; no one really cared if they knew your name or if you knew theirs. I hadn't bothered giving out mine, nor getting theirs either. It made things different, not in a bad way.

I wasn't waiting long when a gorgeous blonde man walked over to me. His hand came out, and my hand took his. He led me out the doors, helping me into a golf cart. We both remained silent, he driving while I looked around. The place was beautiful, with flowers in full bloom and exotic colors flowing together. The palm trees are tall and plentiful. People milled around, couples holding hands, walking together, smiles heavy.

We drove around the place, stopping at the water's edge where a small boat was perched. A jet ski was tethered to it. The blue skies ended in the water, and the water ended in the sky. The two different blues mixed well together, making it hard to see where they actually ended. The sun was nearly overhead, bright and bigger than the cities' suns.

Everything here was just bigger, brighter, and fuller.

I was helped onto the boat, and he sat me along the small bench seat, my back to the water. A drink was brought to me, another mimosa, this one with pineapple juice. I sipped slowly, my attention not on the man but on the amazing view. My blonde escort did his checks, starting the engine and pulling away.

It was just me with two men, one blonde and sexy, the other a darker man, possibly white with black hair. No mocha-skinned men or women accompanied us. The dark-haired man sat beside me, refilling my glass before setting the pitcher down.

He grabbed a bottle, sunblock pouring into his hands. He took a leg, rubbing the lotion thoroughly onto my skin. He repeated the motion, doing my other leg. When his hands touched where my leg met my pelvis, my breath hitched, me holding it in, waiting for him to touch me there. He hadn't, standing up and taking off my cover-up.

I sat there in a bikini thong with a top that barely restrained my boobs. His hands took more lotion, rubbing it on my arms and neck, and removing my top, they slid down my chest. A moan eluded me, my body shivering as his hands rubbed my overly sensitive nipples. He worked his hands well, adding more sunscreen to my body. His hands covered my front intensely, not missing a spot. Except the one where I wanted his hands.

He helped me stand up and then lay me down on my stomach. His hands resumed their routine, starting at my neck and working down to my ass. He squirted the lotion on both cheeks, his hands brusquely rubbing them. I moaned, the feeling shooting to my pussy, wetting me. His thumbs slipped down, not touching me, but close enough to stir my emotions.

His thumbs went just a touch closer, and my body shuddered in response. Then I flooded the seat with an orgasm.

"Oh, shit. Fuck." I cried. His hands worked a bit harder, his thumbs getting wet with my juices. He used his other fingers to spread my ass, and I felt his tongue, wet and hard, poke my back door.

"Shit," I yelled. He felt magnificent, his tongue a powerful aphrodisiac. My insides were turning into jelly. His expert tongue brought my second orgasm to a head, slamming into me as his fingers aggressively plunged into me. I cried and yelled, my crescendo higher than I thought it could go.

I rode his hand like a cock stabbing me as another hand pushed my hair back. The blonde man was there, his hands a contrast from the roughness of the other man. I looked into his piercing grey eyes; his cock was fully erect, causing a huge tent in his pants.

The other man slowly removed his tongue and fingers from me as they both helped me to sit up. My drink was handed to me, which I drank to the last drop. I was topless, surrounded by two hot and sexy men, as my body came back down from my high.

My empty glass was taken from me as I was put into a life jacket. The blonde released the jet ski, helping me sit on it. He took the seat directly behind me, his body flush against mine. His hands came around, holding the throttle and taking us away from the boat at a leisurely pace.

We rode around, his hands allowing me to take the reins. It was exhilarating, water splashing the two of us. His hands touched me everywhere, landing at my hips. My eyes wanted to close, but I couldn't. He untied my bottoms, leaving me only in the life jacket.

His fingers found my heat, still dripping from my earlier climaxes. His thumb massaged my clit, his fingers penetrating me.

"Shit," I said, wanting to throw my head back. His lips trailed kisses from one side of my neck to the other before his teeth nipped their way back. My body became an inferno, not from the sun, but from him. His cock, not covered by his shorts anymore, settled between my ass cheeks.

I cried out, my nectar soaking his hand. I could feel a smile before his teeth sank down. My hands slid off the handles, my head flew back on his shoulder, and my body vibrated.

When I came back down, his hands pulled me back, my wet pussy lined up with his thick cock, and he slid me down his shaft.

"Fuck yes," I gasped loud and unadulterated. His hands moved my body, helping me up and down his long length, creepingly. He held me tightly, having no way to abscond. Not that I wanted to. I could stay like this, his long cock taking me, bringing me gratification.

"Ride my cock, baby," his voice, low and sultry, shocked me. I paused, his tone a quiet reminder I wasn't alone. "Ride me."

I did, his hands no longer on me, my body taking what I wanted, what I needed. My arms holding on to his thighs, I used them to propel myself along his shaft. I hugged his cock, squeezing him. His veiny cock rubbed my walls, the feeling an abstract form.

I loved this, my whole body feeling free and light. Feeling at ease with my sexuality. I made myself close; my moans and groans grew now as I felt my world teetering on the edge of lust. I rode through my orgasm, slamming myself down his shaft, taking more and more from him.

"Good girl," I barely heard him say, my noises overpowering his. "Keep riding me, baby." He spurred me on, my body trying to take another climax from him. To take more from him, his cock, his soul.

His cock twitched, jets of hot cum spurting inside me. He wasn't wearing a condom, my mind registering it too late but not stopping. I slammed harder, wanting every drop of his seed to stay in me. To feel like I was taking something home with me, a remembrance of my time here.

Our sounds were in tune with each other, a mix of euphoria between the two of us. He slid out, his cock vacating my heat and leaving me feeling drained. His hands took control of the jet ski, bringing us back to the boat. I was helped by the dark-haired man, his arms wrapping me up and sitting me back where I started.

My eyes closed, my bones a pit of mush. I could hear them moving, talking in hush tones. Then the bench dipped where they both sat down.

"Time to eat, love," he spoke, his brown eyes gold-rimmed. In front of us, a meal, a feast, was set out. A piece of chicken was brought to my mouth, flooding me with sensations. I ate whatever was brought to my lips and drank the mimosa. They fed me and themselves; the three of us had full stomachs.

I lay down after everything was cleared, my head in the darker man's lap. The other guy, down near my feet, got on his knees, pulling my body to face him. My legs were taken over his shoulders, his teeth nipping closer to my core. He got there quickly, his mouth licking up to my clit.

I shook as his tongue played lazy circles on me. His tongue was an illicit tool, which I responded to with pride. His hands held along my thighs, his thumbs matching his tongue with intensity, resulting in a mind-blowing eruption.

I screamed out in ecstasy, riding it even when his tongue left me, and picking back up when he entered me fully on his thick cock. His hands used my shoulders to pull me farther onto him, piercing me relentlessly. My lower half was in the air, while my upper body stayed on the other's lap.

"Take his cock, baby," the blonde said. "Squeeze him and take his seed." His words tormented me, not in a bad way, but making my body shiver. They brought on another climax, my body quivering with lust, with need. I milked him, his cock twisting as his seed penetrated me. I took every drop he gave me, holding him inside till the last drop.

The men traded ends, the blonde filling me back up again. His cock impaled me, his length hitting my cervix, pushing my body to its limits.

"Shit, shit, shit," I yelled, not caring if anyone was around. My feelings of being an exhibitionist were no longer necessary, not after the last few days. I allowed my screams, yells, and even cries to go, being loud and unruly. And between the two men on the boat, it felt as if it was their goal to make me do all three.

They took turns, the two of them eating my pussy and fucking me hard and crazily. I was filled up with their jizz, the mixture in me, and running down my legs. I lost count of my orgasms and lost count of how many times they each brought me to ecstasy. I was fed, drank water, and had mimosas.

The sun was going down as we made our way back to the hotel. I was dressed only in my cover-up, my bikini long gone. The golf cart brought me to the back door, and the darker male carried me to my room. He laid me gently down, his lips touching my forehead as I kept my eyes closed and smiled as I went under.