I almost felt as if I was drunk. Truly, I was euphoric from the day in the sun and water, from being free and naked, and from all the sex I’d just enjoyed and witnessed. Ahh… bliss!
I realized that I hadn’t even thought to pull my sheer white cover-up over my body before we walked back to our room, but it didn’t matter. I liked being nude and having people look at me, the thought of dicks twitching and pussies moistening as people looked me over. I was so fucking horny!
I tried to re-focus, take in the beauty of the resort grounds as we walked toward our room. The brilliant blue sky, palm trees swaying in the breeze, bougainvillea bushes smothered in gorgeous flowers, that lush tropical grass along the walkway. Jack’s fresh cum squishing out of my pussy as we walked kept me happily distracted.
We got to the room and basically crashed onto the bed. We cuddled.
“You are an amazing, sexy woman, Katie,” Jack whispered in my ear as he pulled me close.
“I’m having a nice time,” I responded and shivered as I orgasmed one more time. “It was a fun day.”
“Let’s get some rest,” he suggested and flicked on the TV as we lay back to relax.
Of course, he tuned it on to one of the non-stop porn channels that are constantly available and included in the inclusive package here. Like I needed to watch more sucking and fucking! I did, though, and gently fingered my clit until I must have fallen asleep.
It was late afternoon by now and I decided to take a long, lazy bubble bath. Soon dinner time approached and I chose to get dressed in a pretty, yet scanty little flowered skirt and a gossamer white tank top. That’s all I’d need to be comfortable for a warm tropical evening, and I didn’t want items that might get in the way for later. I was ready in no time with my four articles of clothing – shirt, skirt, and two shoes.
We rambled around the grounds, sipping a soothing mango and vodka beverage. We went out onto the dock and watched the awe-inspiring tropical sunset, then headed to the main restaurant before the evening festivities got underway.
The ocean front setting was just spectacular. There were classic tables with white cloth coverings and nice cutlery, exceptional service, and a comfortable, relaxed atmosphere. A few of the patrons were whooping it up a bit, and it was all good. We expected that the display of early enthusiasm suggested it would be a fun and exciting night to come.
Unknown to me, Jack had made some arrangements in advance.
“Katie, happy birthday!” he stated warmly, and he looked so happy and sincere. “I know your birthday was a couple of weeks ago, but I booked ahead so you could have some of the house extra specials, along with a bit of your favorite wine. They actually flew it in for you.”
We dined. Among other beautifully prepared special dishes, I had their lobster. It was so delicious! A chilled bottle of champagne washed it all down.
The crowd from the restaurant began to slowly trickle toward the resort stage and festival building. Soon we joined the crush and probably a hundred or so sexy men and woman filled the various tables and chairs, benches and sofas.
Drinks were flowing freely, and a six-man band played some soothing tropical music softly in the background. Apparently, the resort often has theme nights where it’s suggested people should dress up in any variety of wild costume concepts. Tonight, though, seemed to be easy casual. The ladies were all in beach-type wear with cover-ups or less, and the guys in collared shirts and shorts. Very laid back and non-presumptuous, and I liked that.
Soon a hunk-of-muscle black man in way-too-tight white spandex shorts and nothing else stepped from behind a curtain and onto the stage, microphone in hand. He introduced himself as Carlos, the Master of Ceremonies for the evening. I felt a quiver in my pussy and my intuitive husband looked into my eyes and smiled. I think he can read my mind.
Carlos very enthusiastically welcomed us guests and quickly had the crowd enthused and laughing. The band amped up the sound with some great tunes. Some enormously talented and scantily clad dancers did some clearly risqué and suggestive numbers on stage, and a couple of singers performed. This place was very entertaining.
Next, it was time for some audience involvement and that beautiful MC Carlos had people come up for trivia questions and a variety of fun challenges. The best part was if someone answered a question wrong or provided some kind of incorrect response, the penalty was usually to surrender an article of clothing.
Carlos had clearly developed a routine that was both hilarious and nefarious, and he was damn good at it. Before long there were at least a dozen male and female guests up on the stage, recently naked due to being tricked out of their clothes, with more folks joining all the time.
Jack wouldn’t think of holding me back, and promptly I found myself on stage surrounded by hot, gyrating nakedness. MC Carlos took an appreciative look at me and whistled suggestively into his microphone.
Once he’d asked me the simple things, like my name and where I was from and so on, the real questions started.
“Katie, you’re a very attractive lady. Are you smart?”
“I’d like to think so,” I responded coyly as he put the microphone to my lips.
“Excellent. Name a state that starts with the letter T.”
“New York!” I exclaimed with a wide grin.
“Oh… Katie, too bad, that’s wrong. You’ll have to remove an article of clothing.” He called out, addressing the crowd to a series of hoots and cheers.
I smiled, quickly grabbed the mike from his hand and stated loudly, “My top is really snug. Would you mind just ripping it off of me?” I knew I wouldn’t be needing it anymore tonight.
He paused for a second, then after I gave him a reassuring nod, he grew a beautiful, toothy smile. His big hands reached toward my tummy and he easily tore my little white tank top from bottom to top. My firm double-D boobs were on full display for all to see. I handed him back the mike so I could wiggle the shredded shirt from my shoulders. The crowd whooped and hollered.
I loved having all those people looking at my breasts, and I trembled through a mini-orgasm.
“Katie, you are the fun one,” Carlos stated. “You want to try another question?”
“Can I ask you one?” I requested, pulling on the mike.
“Uh… sure.”
I think I caught him a little off-guard.
“What’s my middle name?” I asked.
“I have no idea, you brat.”
“Your turn! Let’s see the goods!” I exclaimed into the microphone.
The crowd was hooting and going wild as he cautiously, teasingly, expertly pulled off his spandex shorts. The ladies throughout the room screamed to high heaven as his sizable, dark manhood became fully exposed. It looked very enticing.
Standing there, fully naked and smiling, MC Carlos stated, “Katie, you tricked me. Now look, I’ve got nothin’ on!”
I pulled the mike toward and stated, “Oh you poor, shy man! Let me cover that up for you!”
I released my grip on the mike and bent over fully, pushing the top of my head and my light brown hair into his crotch while ensuring my tiny skirt rode up so the audience could get a great look at my tight, bare butt. Based on the noisy response, it was an appreciated maneuver.
I stood, turned and gave a slight bow to the crowd to acknowledge their ongoing support. Then I turned to MC Carlos and gave him a nice, warm kiss. He stood wide-eyed as I slowly, sensuously felt and slid my way down his muscled body until I was on my knees. I grabbed onto his rapidly engorging dick and stroked it slowly, staring at it, grinning all the time.
I smiled up at him, then turned my head to smile at the crowd. Someone started to shout, it might have been Jack. The shouting grew, and it became a roar.
Soon the entire audience was chanting in unison, “Suck that cock! Suck that cock!”
I realized I was on my knees, in public, gently stroking a stranger’s penis. I looked up and Carlos nodded at me. It was up to me. I licked my lips and took the big, purple head of his dick into my mouth. I orgasmed.
The crowd kept shouting. I stroked my mouth back and forth over his cock. It kept growing. Soon it was a thick ten inches. I pulled back so the audience could see the beautiful enormity of it. Ladies were squealing.
The chanting continued. I took him fully down my throat, balls to the chin, and the men started to holler. I pulled all the way back to the very tip, then all the way down again. Then I gave him an intense throat fucking in front of a hundred people. I orgasmed so hard I had to stop until my shuddering and quivering ended.
Another lady moved in beside me. I offered her Carlos’ big dick as I recovered. A man stepped up beside Carlos. I grabbed his erection and sucked it straight down my throat. I knew the crowd was still hollering, but I could barely hear them. I was in my happy place.
I glanced around. Every naked man on the stage was getting his cock sucked. Ladies were on their knees, performing just like I was.
More people hopped up onto the stage. There were no clothes. Six or more of us more adventurous ladies formed a circle, all kneeling and facing outward. Naked men circled around us. There were hard cocks everywhere.
I was living my fantasy. Someone would step toward me and I’d take his throbbing dick right down my throat. He’d groan as I throat fucked him. Then someone would say it was his turn. A beautiful cock would be pulled from my grip only to be immediately replaced by another. I’d stroke it, squeeze new balls, and pop it into my eager mouth.
I’d get to suck it for a bit, deepthroat it, then the next one would arrive, and so on. A couple of ladies joined the men in the rotating circle. I got to lick some clits and taste some pussy juice.
Some of the guys started to orgasm.