Mira, along with the point man Mira had nicknamed Sunglasses, and Mira’s companions Rick, Xavier, and Xavier’s wife Reina, went into the lobby, disdain on the staff’s faces. Sunglasses drew the concierge to the registration desk, where they whispered.
Sunglasses muttered to the concierge. He handed the man a credit card; Mira’s eyes narrowed as she saw the L and DNA emblem. She fished her cell phone out and started Googling. The logo appeared to belong to Liricelle Pharmaceuticals. Her eyes narrowed. What does a pharma company want with me? Rick nudged her.
“Can I borrow your phone? Mine’s dead.”
She handed it over, and Rick dialed to check in and explain what was happening.
“Thanks. My boss cleared me to keep the jet ready here and put me at your disposal.”
Mira smiled at him. Sunglasses and the concierge came over, faces apologetic. Sunglasses handed over a black Visa card.
“Miss Lyric, my apologies. Welcome to the Halekulani. I understand you wish to visit our sister facility. Would you like to see your suite now, or go to the shop?” he handed her a note.
“Thank you, sir. Please, the suite first.”
A young man, perhaps nineteen, materialized and took Mira’s duffel. He led them through the hotel and up to the sixth floor, opening a Diamondhead suite. He showed them the amenities and the adjoining bedroom. Mira thanked him and handed him a tip. He handed over four cards to the doors. They dropped the luggage and headed downstairs. The shop catered to women. Mira talked to the manager, showing her the card.
“If you have a men’s shop, could you have someone take my escorts there? I’d like them to have at least one outfit suitable for the restaurants at Halekulani, plus a couple of casual outfits. Please ask someone to help Reina and me here. After we are done, we will come to pay at the other store.” The manager, a slim redhead, gestured to two saleswomen.
Mira admired the woman, and the memory of the video she had watched on the airplane came to mind. In the video, a redhead was on all fours, one long cock sliding down her throat and another slamming her from behind. The women chose several outfits and went to the changing rooms. Mira was slipping into the second casual outfit when Reina poked her head in.
“Here,” she said, offering Mira a bottle of water.
Mira finished trying on outfits and stepped out. Reina sat waiting. They had everything put on the hotel tab and went out into the bright Hawaiian sun. They went to the other store and paid for the men’s clothes. Rick stood up from the table he had been sitting at, a fruit beverage in his hand.
“Xavier said he had a few things to take care of and would catch up with us.”
As they went up to the room, Mira had a fantasy of being spit-roasted like in the video, Rick in her mouth, and Xavier pounding her pussy, no, her asshole. She wanted that monster cock in her ass. She shook her head, wondering why she was thinking so much about sex.
Mira hung her clothes, and Reina handed her a scotch. Nodding thanks, Mira drained it in two swallows. She closed the closet and turned, a small smile and an evil look on her face.
“Reina, go find that husband of yours. I’m taking a shower.”
Reina and Rick stood. Mira took Rick’s hand and led him to the bathroom.
“You are scrubbing my back, big boy.”
She was naked by the time she reached the shower, Rick not far behind. The rain showerhead was warm; the kiss Rick and Mira shared was far hotter. She lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist. He slid into her, bottoming out in one deep thrust. She moaned in his mouth, and he pressed her against the shower wall. The second leg lifted, her pelvis tilting. Rick pumped her like a machine, each thrust pulling her clit down slightly, allowing his pubic hair to scrub against the sensitive nub. Mira shuddered, tiny orgasms coursing through her pussy. She bit his shoulder, groaning into his skin. Rick felt her become searing hot, and far more wet than the shower accounted for. Her muscles trembled, and she tossed her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Rick picked up the pace, each stroke hammering into her. Her pussy squeezed him, trying to keep his shaft from sliding out. They ended up on the bottom of the shower, Mira’s legs pinned between her shoulders and Rick’s broad chest. His meat was opening her cunt completely. Mira was shrieking as he fucked her harder and harder. She screamed at the top of her lungs, every muscle taut. Rick slammed down hard, his cock firing cum deep. In her mind’s eye, she felt as though she could feel his jism splashing against her cervix.
They stood, shaking. They washed each other, kissing tenderly. She led him to the bed, and they lay together.
“Rick. There’s something wrong with me.”
He caressed her curves. “Can’t tell by me.”
She turned over, her eyes searching his. “Until yesterday, I had four lovers. Sex, maybe 20-25 times. In thirty years.”
Rick’s face tightened. “I just thought you had a high sex drive.”
She sighed, “All I can think about is fucking. What’s wrong with me?”
Rick gathered her in his arms. “I don’t know, but I’ll be with you to find out.”
“Ever heard of a company called Liricelle Pharma?”
Rick shrugged. “Not really, no, other than they are a big player in the drug game.”
Mira swallowed. She knew she was taking a risk.
“How well do you know Reina? Xavier?” Her whisper was barely audible.
“Xavier has been around. I’ve flown with him a few times before now. First time with Reina.”
Mira stiffened. “Does she come across as… off? Aside from the sex.”
Rick thought for a minute. “I have not seen a log. That’s odd.”
Mira’s voice deepened. “I think she works for Liricelle.” She outlined seeing the logo in several places, including Sunglasses’ credit card and Reina’s tablet. She kissed Rick lightly.
“I may have just fucked myself telling you what I know, but I feel I can trust you.” She kissed him again, and she wrapped her leg around his, feeling him rise to the occasion.
He thrust into her, gently, but no less passionately than when he had tried to wreck her asshole on the plane, or hammer her through the shower floor. Her hips rose to meet his. Fingernails clawed Rick’s back as he thrust deeper and deeper into her hungry pussy. She bore down, squeezing him. Every inch of her skin was sensitive; her clit and nipples seemed to be raw, and the slightest touch was nearly overwhelming in intensity.
“Fuck, you are too tight.” Rick gasped as he redoubled his efforts.
“Rick, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, lover, put a baby inside me.”
God, is she fucking unprotected? Rick thought. The thrill of impregnating the petite woman was too much. Sperm coated her pussy walls, setting Mira off. They kissed deeply as they came together.
“We need another shower.” Rick picked her up and carried her back to the bathroom. They washed each other, touching, exploring. Mira was feeling something for Rick other than lust.
They dried off and put on hotel robes. Reina and Xavier sat on the bed, waiting.
“That was a long shower,” Reina said with a knowing smile. It was still early, but they agreed they were famished. Dressed, they headed up to the restaurant. Dinner was superb, from the Kona lobster salad to the yellowfin and beef tenderloins. They returned to the suite, and Reina served double scotches. They sat on the balcony, the salty air kissing their faces as they gazed at the vibrant expanse of Waikiki Beach spread out beneath them. There was a party at the pool.
Mira stood, slipping out of her gown and panties. “Sorry, Reina, but I need your husband’s cock.”
She guided him to the balcony deck, pulling his pants down. His horse-sized cock sprang up, and Mira mounted him.
“Fuuuccckkk.” She moaned as his cockhead touched her cervix.
She rode him slowly; her cunt had a death-grip on his enormous fuck rod.
“Christ, you’re tight.” Xavier groaned.
Rick stood and went into the bedroom, unwilling to watch Mira. Reina, however, stripped and straddled her husband’s face, getting eaten while she pulled on Mira’s nipples. To Mira, it felt like a direct connection between her nipples and clit. No one lasted long, and Xavier exploded inside Mira’s fluttering pussy. Mira and Reina came together, both shuddering as they shook with pleasure.
They got up and entered the suite. Rick held out a box.
“This came.”
Mira took the box and opened it. Inside was a key card and a note, along with something red and filmy. Mira read the note, written like the one that started this adventure.
Penthouse 11 pm
Come alone
Wear only what is in the box.
She handed the note to Xavier, who glanced at his watch. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Surely you aren’t going.” Rick pressed.
Reina was inscrutable. Mira sighed. She was already naked. Inside the box, she found a delicate half-cup bra. It fit perfectly, revealing her large aureolae and her prominent, eraser-like nipples. A perfect match, her panties were crotchless. A sheer peignoir, light as air, was the last item presented.
Reina kissed her neck, pressing a scotch into Mira’s hand. “For your nerves.”
Mira slammed the scotch and glanced at Rick, who barely shook his head. Five minutes later, and with two minutes to spare, Mira used the key card.
Almost all the lights were off, save for one sharp beam. A short bench and a Hitachi wand were visible in the light.
“Straddle the bench. Use the wand,” a masculine voice commanded.
Mira slowly moved to the circle of light. She thought she heard several people in the darkness. Mira did as instructed, turning on the wand and sitting on it. The heavy vibration sent waves of electricity through her body. Her head sagged at first, then she snapped upright. Her hips rocked back and forth. A shiver ran down her spine, but then the vibrator stopped. She felt the handle, flicking the switch off and on. She ground on it, a finger massaging her clit.
“Stop trying to cum.”
She pulled her hand back. The wand started turning on and off at random. She reached for a nipple.
“Stop.”
From behind, someone grabbed her braid, holding her immobile. They fitted a plastic collar around her neck.
“Hands behind your back.”
Complying, Mira was handcuffed. The wand surged to life, and Mira groaned. A man approached, just outside the light. A brown hand reached into the circle and twisted her nipple hard. Mira cried out as an orgasm ripped from her tits to her clit. She didn’t notice his hard cock, hand stroking fast until the first stream of cum splashed on her nose. He dumped his load all over her face. He stepped back, immediately replaced by another. This man slapped her tit as he blew his load, covering her cheek. What is happening? Mira’s mind was reeling. Three more men covered her in cum; it was pooling in a cup built into the collar. A fire was in her belly, burning hot. The vibe was on and off, preventing the powerful climax she craved.
“Fuck me, for God’s sake. Don’t jerk off, fuck me!”
Two more stepped forward, her nipples twisted, and cum splashing on her face. Mira’s nipples were getting sore; she felt her tits would be two enormous bruises. The wand was now at full power, and she was building up to release. The count was up to fifteen; they seemed to stop abusing her tits. She felt like she was drowning in cum. They were cumming on her face in twos and threes, eighteen, then twenty-four, and finally, the thirtieth man blew his cum on Mira’s face. The cup in the tray was overflowing. A last man stepped in, his cock was enormous, bigger than Xavier’s, fully a foot, and the skin was ebony. His cum splashed across the bridge of her nose and her forehead. Then he used his cockhead to scrape cum off her face and into the collar. Mira’s eyes burned from cum. She felt the collar being removed and then her hands unbound. Realizing it was over, Mira tried to stand. I didn’t even get a good orgasm, she thought. Hands held her down.
“Not yet.”
Mira tried to wipe the cum from her eyes. Handed a wipe, she cleaned her eyes but could not see well. A warm glass was placed in her hand.
“The cum from your bukkake is in the glass. Drink it all.”
Mira brought the glass to her lips, the smell of semen strong. She sipped, then gulped the cum, drinking it like a marathon runner drinking water after a race.
“You are turning into quite the slut, Mira.” Silence.
Her own thoughts echoed the sentiment, and she agreed.
“Are you a cum drinking slut?” Silence.
“Answer me. Are you a cum drinking slut?”
“Yes,” Mira said softly.
“Louder.”
“Yes!” her tone defiant, the fire in her belly burning hot.
“You enjoyed swallowing every drop of that cum.”
“Yes!”
“You are a jizz guzzling cum dump. Say it.”
Mira took a deep breath and screamed.
“I’m a jizz guzzling cum dump!”
“Don’t turn around.” A voice from behind her. “I’m taking you to your room.”
Hands lifted her and walked her to the suite.
“Don’t turn around,” the voice said.
Three sharp raps on the door, and Mira felt the other person leave.
Reina opened the door. She was silent as she guided Mira to the bathroom. She heard Rick protest what had happened, but he seemed distant. Mira washed her eyes, and Reina had her tilt her head back as the Japanese woman flushed them with glass after glass of water. Finally able to see, they joined Rick and Xavier in the bedroom. Reina pressed a scotch into her hand. Mira gulped it, washing down the taste of cum. She sat.
“What happened?” Xavier’s eyes take in Mira’s cummy face and tits.
“The room was dark,” Mira began.
“I was told to sit on a vibrator. They got me so close to cumming, but all I could get were a few little ones. They put a tray around my neck, and men slapped my tits and twisted my nipples.” She glanced down; bruises were already forming. A deep breath, and she continued. “Cock after cock. All of them squirted on my face. I begged them to fuck me, but they didn’t.”
“Bukkake,” Reina’s voice was soft.
Mira nodded. “That’s what the man called it. There must have been twenty or thirty. After they stopped, they told me to drink all the cum from a glass.” Rick’s hands clenched.
Mira continued. “I drank it willingly. He verbally degraded me. Called me a slut. I finally screamed back what he wanted.”
Xavier leaned forward. “What did you say?”
Mira’s eyes locked with his. Her voice became sultry.
“I’m a jizz guzzling cum dump.”
Xavier straightened up, a mixture of shock and surprise on his face.
“I want more,” Mira said. She stripped off the bra and panties. “I need you both.” Reina undressed her husband, and Mira kissed Rick, whispering in his ear, “Please. I need you inside me.”
She stripped his pants off, jumping on his cock like a cat on a mouse. Rick was only semi-erect, but Mira stroked it to steel. She stuffed him in her pussy and looked over at Xavier, who was getting a blowjob from Reina.
“Ass,” Mira groaned as she rubbed her cock-filled slit on Rick’s pubes. “In my ass, now.”
Xavier took his spit-covered prick and slid into Mira’s tight asshole. Reina stripped, her hand teasing her clit. It took the men a minute to find a rhythm, but their thrusts synced. For Mira, the feeling of being stuffed full was flooding her body with endorphins; she could feel both cocks rubbing together, only separated by a few millimeters of tissue. Her cunt was on fire, her ass felt like it was ripping, every bit of pain blooming into pleasure. Reina settled over Rick’s face, the big pilot grabbing her hips and pulling her down to his mouth.
Mira attacked Reina’s nipples. The Japanese woman immediately licked her hungry lips, suckling half her tit into her mouth. Mira was cumming, exploding again and again against the hard cocks slamming her.
“Fuck me harder,” she groaned, releasing Reina’s tit.
Rick was a master cunt licker. Reina was cumming on his tongue. Despite the multiple orgasms ripping through her, Mira begged.
“More, fuck me harder. Cum in me. Blow it in my ass! Cum in my cunt!” Her hips were gyrating, the convulsing muscles of her ass and pussy milking the men.
“Use me!” Mira cried. “I’m your cum dump! Fuck me! Cum in me!” Xavier blew first, heavy streams of cum filling Mira’s ass. He pulled out, his cock softening. Reina dismounted from Rick’s face and began sucking Xavier’s wilting dick, cleaning it.
Mira’s eyes locked on Rick’s. She could feel him swelling.
“Cum, baby.” She moaned. She kissed him, tasting Reina on his lips. “Breed me.” Her voice was hot in his ear.
Rick’s hands found Mira’s hips, pulling her down as his hips slammed up.
“Take it, Mira,” he hissed. His cock swelled and exploded, rope after rope of cum filling her.
Mira collapsed. Rick saw Xavier and Reina make their way to the second bedroom. Mira curled up, purring in satisfaction. Rick cuddled her, trying to sort his feelings of protectiveness for this woman he barely knew.
The rose-colored dawn brought rays of sunlight through the open curtains. The clock said 6:20.
“Fuck.” Mira whispered to herself.
Mira hurt all over; her tits were markedly bruised, and her back and thighs were sore from the posture she had maintained from the bukkake. Her eyes hurt from being filled with cum. And her pussy and ass were sore as hell from the pounding they had received from Rick and Xavier. She sat up, stretching. Stiff muscles told her she needed the gym badly. She was about to stand when the phone rang. She snatched it out of the cradle. Rick groaned and rolled over, disturbed but not awakened.
“Yes.”
“Good morning, Miss Lyric. This is Kaia Kekoa with Liricelle Pharmaceuticals. We are sending a car for you, and would like to pick you up at eight this morning.” Mira grimaced.
“Make that nine, and tell them I may not be ready till nine thirty. If I don’t get a workout in, I’ll be useless.” A few moments of silence on the line.
“That will be fine. We’ll adjust the schedule so you’re back at the hotel by five. Have a pleasant day.”
Mira set her watch, changed into shorts, and put on her Depeche Mode t-shirt. She scribbled out a note:
Rick- I don’t even know if you have my number, so here it is. I’m going to the gym for a workout. I hope to see you at breakfast. She dropped her number on the paper and then signed it. She didn’t realize the signature was Love, Mira.
The hotel gym was empty. With no one to spot her, she avoided the free weights and stayed with the machines. She had finished her rotation and was just getting up from the lat machine when Reina wandered in.
“Good morning,” Mira greeted her as she set the treadmill controls. Reina got on the one next to Mira. and started running, content to let Mira lead the conversation. Mira told Reina about the phone call. She took note that Reina did not look surprised. She also suggested that she and her husband, Xavier, might enjoy the day on the island, and that she would ask Rick to escort her.
Reina looked at Mira and replied,
“Xavier said that he and Rick had to fill out paperwork for the plane. I would be happy to come with you.”
I BET YOU WOULD. Mira thought. “That would be wonderful.”
Mira’s watch beeped.
“Shower time. Got to get ready.”
“I’ll be along. I want to finish this mile,” Reina said.
Mira opened the door to the suite, a soft snore coming from the bedroom. The adjoining room’s door was closed. Mira went to her bed, planting a kiss on Rick’s forehead.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” She teased.
Rick grabbed her and pulled her on top of him.
“You are sweaty,” he said, kissing her. “I like sweaty.”
Mira smiled down at the handsome man who, 48 hours ago, had been a stranger. She kissed him softly.
“If you hurry, you can scrub my back,” she stripped off her sweaty t-shirt and tossed it in his face.
Rick followed her into the shower, hand roaming her body. She moaned.
“God, I want you, but I’m so sweaty, and if I’m not careful, I’ll be late.” She untied her braid, letting her hair fall loose, then gave it a thorough shampoo. Rick washed her, and she returned the favor. They dried off, and Mira sat at a vanity, using the hotel dryer to dry her hair. Rick stepped behind her and helped with the thick, long braid.
“I used to help my sisters with their hair when we were kids. Glad to see I still have the touch.”
He pulled on the braid, making Mira tilt her head back. He kissed her mouth, then planted kisses along her neck.
Mira turned and held his hands. “Fuck, you have a lucky wife.”
Rick bent and kissed her again. “Not married.”
No two words could have filled Mira with more joy. I’m falling hard for this guy. They dressed.
“Reina lied to me,” Mira’s voice was flat. “She said you and Xavier had to fill out forms for the airplane, so you couldn’t come with me.”
She picked up the note she had written and pressed it into his hand.
“Let’s play her game,” Rick said. “But we’ll need to stay in touch. If I don’t hear from you every hour, I’ll come find you.”
Mira threw her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “My Hero,” she smiled. “But if I keep you around, I need taller shoes.” He grinned down at her. If I keep you around, swimming in his thoughts.
They went down to the restaurant and joined Xavier and Reina.
“We took the liberty of ordering for you,” Xavier said. “Protein heavy, Reina said you really worked out this morning.” They ate in silence, each of them keeping thoughts to themselves. Mira’s watch beeped again.
Time to go. Reina kissed Xavier on the cheek. Rick was not as subtle. He gathered Mira into his arms and kissed her soundly. His lips brushed her ear. “Every hour. If something is wrong, call me Ricky.”
Reina and Mira stepped outside. A minute later, a black sedan pulled up, sporting the Liricelle logo on the window. Mira’s hand paused on the door handle. She smiled at Reina.
“Backwards, and in high heels.”
Then she climbed into the car.
