Asking the pool boy for extra services

The pool boy, Ethan, had just finished cleaning the tiles. I saw him from the corner of my eye, his eyes locked on my ass as he wiped his hands on a towel. He’s looking at me! He’s looking at my perfect butt! I giggled, spinning around. My long legs stretched out, bare and smooth, and my bikini bottom hugged my curves like a second skin. He’s gonna want me. He’s gonna beg for it.

I sauntered toward the edge of the pool, my feet sinking into the warm sand. The water sparkled like diamonds, and I dipped my toes in. So cool… But then I saw him again—Ethan, standing by the ladder, staring at me. His shirt was damp, clinging to his chest, and his muscles flexed when he moved. He’s so hot. Soooo hot.

“Need anything, ma’am?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

I batted my eyelashes, letting my lips part in a slow, sultry smile. “Just… admiring the view.”

He chuckled, stepping closer. “You’re the first one who ever says that.”

I leaned in, my tits pressing against my bikini top. “Why? You’re not used to being admired?”

He looked down at my chest, then back up at my face. “Nope. Not like this.”

I giggled, my voice high and airy. “Well, I’m special. I’ve got everything. Big tits, big ass, and a pussy that’s always wet for a good cock.”

He froze.

I smiled, tilting my head. “You like that? You wanna see it? Feel it?”

His eyes darkened. “Maybe.”

I bit my lip, stepping closer until my body brushed against his. “Then ask me for extra services.”

He swallowed hard. “What’s that mean?”

I winked, my voice a whisper. “It means you get me. All of me.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, slowly, he reached for the pool skimmer—but I stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Not that,” I purred. “This.”

And I pulled him into the shade, my heart racing. This is gonna be good.

He stared at me, his eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe I was really here, touching him. He’s so cute when he’s confused, I thought, giggling as I yanked his shirt over his head. His chest was all rippled and sweaty, and my fingers trailed down his abs, feeling the ridges. Mmm…

“Wait—what—” he started, but I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. My tongue darted into his mouth, sloppy and messy, like I was trying to swallow him whole. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, but I didn’t stop. I pulled him closer, my tits squishing against his chest, and I wiggled my ass against his thighs. He’s got a hard-on, I realized, grinning against his lips. He wants me.

“Let’s go inside,” I whispered, tugging at his belt. My hands fumbled with the buckle, my nails clicking against the metal. “I wanna feel your cock in my pussy.”

He laughed, but it sounded shaky. “You’re… you’re really into this, huh?”

I pouted, biting my lip. “Of course I am! You’re so hot, and I’m so horny. I just… want it. Now.”

He nodded, his eyes flicking to my bikini bottom. “Okay. But maybe we should—”

“Nope!” I interrupted, shoving him toward the house. I grabbed his arm and dragged him inside, the door slamming behind us. All I wanted was his body.

I pushed him onto the mattress, my hands flying to his pants. “Take them off,” I ordered, my voice high and breathless. “Please. I need to see your cock.”

He hesitated, but I didn’t wait. I yanked his jeans down, revealing his thick, long shaft. Ohhh, baby, I thought, staring at it like it was a treasure. My pussy got wet just looking at it. I crawled on top of him, straddling his hips, and pressed my lips to his chest, licking up his skin.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, grinding my ass against his thighs. “I need you. I need your cock in me.”

He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “You’re so eager.”

I giggled, nuzzling my face into his neck. “I’m not a shy girl. I want what I want.”

His hands slid under my bikini bottom, cupping my ass. I moaned, arching my back as he squeezed. “You’ve got such a perfect butt,” he whispered.

I smiled, my eyes closed. “Yeah. It’s all for you.”

Then I leaned down, kissing his mouth again, harder this time. My fingers tangled in his hair as I pulled him closer, my pussy soaking through my swimsuit. This is gonna be good, I thought, my mind blank with lust. So good.

He slid inside me, and I gasped, my body arching like a bowstring. Ohhh, God, I thought, my pussy squeezing around his huge cock. It was so thick, so long—it stretched me wide, filling me up in a way I’d never felt before. My tits bounced as I writhed on top of him, my hips grinding down, fucking myself on his massive shaft.

“Mmm… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. “So wet.”

I giggled, my voice high and airy. “Of course I am! Your cock’s so big, it’s killing me!” I pressed my lips to his chest, licking up his skin, then kissed his neck, my tongue sliding over his Adam’s apple. “You’re gonna make me come so hard…”

He pulled me closer, his cock buried deep inside me, and I moaned, my pussy pulsing around him. So good, I thought, my mind blank with pleasure. The way his big, hard cock filled me up, the heat of it, the weight of it—it was everything I’d ever wanted. I wanted to feel every inch of it, every vein, every ridge.

He started moving, slow at first, then faster, harder. My ass bounced on his thighs, my bikini bottom soaked through with my juices. I threw my head back, my long hair cascading down my back, and let out a low, animal-like whimper. “More,” I begged, my voice breathless. “I need more!”

He slammed into me, and I screamed, my pussy clamping down on his cock. Ohhh, yes, I thought, my body shaking with pleasure. His big, thick shaft was buried in me, stretching me wide, filling me up like I was made just for him. I dug my nails into his shoulders, my breasts squishing against his chest, and I kissed him again, sloppy and messy, my tongue darting into his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I want your cock in me forever.”

He groaned, his hands sliding under my bikini bottom, cupping my ass. “You’re so perfect,” he muttered, squeezing my cheeks.

I smiled, my eyes closed. “Yeah. I’m all yours.”

Then I leaned down, kissing his mouth again, my pussy soaking his cock as I came, my body shaking with ecstasy. This is what I live for, I thought, my mind numb with pleasure. His cock… my pussy… we belong together.

He came inside me, his big cock pulsing and spewing thick, hot cum into my pussy. I screamed, my body convulsing as I climaxed harder than ever before. My tits bounced wildly, my legs twitched, and my ass shook like a dog in heat. Ohhh, baby, I thought, my mind fuzzy with pleasure. He filled me up… all of me.

My bikini bottom was soaked through, my pussy dripping with his cum and my own wetness. My hair was a mess, sticking to my face and back, and my skin was slick with sweat. I collapsed on top of him, my chest heaving, my lips parted in a dazed, happy smile. This is the best thing ever, I thought, my fingers digging into his chest. His cock… my pussy… we’re one.

He pulled out slowly, and I whined, my pussy still tingling. My juices dripped down my thighs, pooling on the mattress. I rolled onto my back, my legs splayed wide, and stared at the ceiling, my body trembling with afterglow. So full, I thought, licking my lips. So happy.

He kissed my forehead, his hands cupping my massive tits. “You’re crazy,” he whispered.

I giggled, my voice airy and high. “Yeah. But I’m your crazy.”

I looked down at my body—sweaty, messy, covered in fluids—and smiled. Perfect.

“Milk me,” I moaned, my eyes closed. “I want more cock.”

And as I lay there, dazed and blissful, I knew one thing: I’d never be satisfied without it. Ever.