Three's not a crowd

Content Advisory: Anal intercourse, and a threesome scene with male/female/male sex.

Alyssa twisted around on the sun bed to lie on her back. Her naked breasts, small, but perfectly rounded, jutted out to meet the sun—she always liked an all over tan.

She’d taken the vacation off-peak, a quick trip to Los Angeles to make the most of the unseasonably hot weather, and this was her last day. She was due out on a flight that evening, so she intended on making the most of her remaining time.

The resort was quiet, but there were still a few people around. Across the pool, a middle-aged couple also lay on sun loungers. The man stared at her openly, his eyes almost popping out of his head. The wife scowled in her direction, obviously not appreciating her naked curves.

Alyssa pressed her lips together, repressing a cheeky smile. Maybe she should stand up and bend over, pretend to get something out of her bag. She would give the couple the perfect view of her tight, round ass, knowing the tiny slip of material of her bikini bottoms would do little do cover her pussy.

The wife would probably thank her for it. She bet the husband would fuck his wife good and hard later, even if he did have the image of Alyssa’s tanned ass and bouncing tits in his head.

She was about to give them a little show when a wink of light caught her eye. She frowned, squinting beneath her sunglasses.

On the other side of the pool, at the bar, two men in their early twenties held a video camera, and they were pointing it in her direction. Alyssa sat up, peeping over the top of her sunglasses, so she could get a better look.

She couldn’t see much of the man holding the camera, except that he was tall with shorn, brown hair, and broad shoulders. His friend stood next to him, propped up against the bar. He had the sort of scruffy, jaw-length blond hair that seemed to be popular amongst the LA surfer-type.

Noticing they had been spotted, the blond delivered a swift elbow into the cameraman’s ribs. Immediately he lowered the lens, and the two of them turned back to the bar, their heads together.

Alyssa frowned. She wasn’t going to put up with that. While she loved to be the centre of attention, it was to be by her rules, not someone else’s.

She swung her legs off the sun bed and slipped her feet into a pair of wedge-mules. Heels weren’t normal pool-wear, but she couldn’t resist, knowing how long they made her already slender legs look. She picked up the discarded bikini top and tied it back around her neck, clipping the back together.

Alyssa stood and casually walked over to the bar, knowing every man in the place was watching her walk.

Purposefully, she sidled up to the bar, choosing the stool beside the men. Neither of them looked at her, so she reached across the bar and picked up the camera.

“Mind if I take a look at that?” she said.

The man with the shorn head gaped, and the blond’s cheeks flushed. They knew they had been busted.

Alyssa flicked open the viewfinder and pressed a few buttons to get playback. Within moments there she was, lying, stretched out and almost naked in the sun. The camera zoomed in, tracing its way up her body, lingering on her breasts.

She glanced at the two men, her eyebrows raised. “I’m sure we could do better than that,” she said. “I’m in room one-oh-four.”

Then she slid down from the stool and walked away, purposefully wiggling her ass as she walked.

Her heart pounded as she reached her room and quickly unlocked the door. She knew the men wouldn’t have rushed straight after her, they would take the time to wonder if she was kidding, or if it was a set up and they were about to get beaten by a huge boyfriend. But she knew they would come. No red-blooded male would turn down an offer like that.

Alyssa was right. Within a few minutes a tentative knock came. Quickly she shook out her long blonde hair, and slicked on a fresh coat of lip gloss. She went to the door.

The shorn haired man leant up against the door frame, the camera held up to record her. His friend lingered behind.

“Well,” she said smiling. “You guys want to make a little movie?”

“Hell, yeah,” he said, and she backed away allowing him through the door, his friend following him in.

“Walk,” the camera-man told her. “I want to see that fine ass of yours.”

Alyssa turned and, walking away, she slid the bikini bottoms down, over one round ass-cheek, and then the other. She stopped and let them fall to the floor, carefully stepping out. She didn’t need to glance over her shoulder to know the men’s mouths were hanging open.

“Bend over,” the other man’s voice came, hoarse with desire.

She did as she was told, bending at the waist, pushing her ass out towards them, spreading her legs. They would be getting a fantastic view of her pussy, its smooth shaved skin, the dip leading to her tight asshole. Staying like that for only a moment, she straightened. Her hands reached around her back and she unclipped her top, freeing her breasts. She pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor.

With the exception of her heels and lip gloss, she was totally naked. Alyssa turned to face them, a smile hinting at her mouth. There was power in this. In having two men practically panting with want.

The two men’s erections strained against the thin material of their shorts, creating a pair of impressive bulges.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said.

The men shared a glance and silently came to the decision she was not fucking about.

The blond wrestled his shirt over his head. Still pointing the camera, the other guy kicked off his sandals and, one handed, tugged at the button of his shorts.

Alyssa reached a hand between her tanned thighs and started to gently rub her clit with her forefinger.

“If you guys don’t hurry up, I’m going to have to do this myself.”

The blond got to her first, his cock jutting out to meet her. He had a swimmers body, young and lean. Though he tilted his head awkwardly, a shy smile on his lips, his nerves were not enough to stop him approaching.

Alyssa reached her hand out towards his cock, wrapping her fingers around its rock hard length. “Hi,” she said to it, not bothering to look up to see the face the dick belonged to.

The camera was still rolling.

Slowly she got to her knees, so his cock was at her mouth. Parting her lips, she snaked out a tongue, teasing its tip, tasting the small bead of moisture. Gently she pushed her tongue against his slit, hearing him gasp above her. Knowing the camera was watching, she ran her tongue down its length, stopping at its base to take each ball in her mouth, gently sucking, swirling with her tongue. Then she licked her way back up again and enveloped the whole of his cock in her mouth, drawing him deep into the back of her throat.

The cameraman was behind her now, focusing on her ass and pussy. On the back of her bobbing head. She wiggled her butt at him, pushing it out, hoping he’d get the message.

He did. Holding the camera in one hand he reached down, slipping a finger along her wet folds.  Alyssa groaned against his friend’s cock, the vibration making him tremble, and she pushed her ass out further. He slipped a finger inside her tight pussy, and she moaned again.

Feeling how wet she was he pushed another finger inside her, pumping in and out, all the while trying to hold the camera still to get the action.

Alyssa pulled herself off the other guy’s cock, just long enough to say, “Put your finger in my ass. I love it in the ass.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Using the moisture from her pussy, he wet her ring, and starting working the tight pucker off her ass with his thumb.  Another finger pushed its way into her pussy, so she was practically impaled on his whole hand.

“God, you have such an amazing ass,” he told her. “And your pussy is so tight.” He pulled his hand out of her adjusted himself. Then she felt the hard length of his cock slap against her ass, and he was back again. His thumb swiftly plugged her ass, his dick pushing against her wet slit.

Then he was inside her, filling her. Slowly he moved back and forth, and she sucked harder on the cock in her throat, knowing by his frantic movements he was near.

But she didn’t want him to come just yet. She wanted both of them.

“Wait,” she gasped. “Let’s move to the bed.”

Neither of them wanted to stop, but she pulled away, the hard dick slipping from her wet pussy. She crawled across the floor, her ass still held high, ever aware of the camera, and climbed onto the bed. She propped herself up on one elbow, her thighs spread.

The blond dived in after her, and the shorn-haired man positioned the video camera at the end of the bed, making sure he got a good view.

The blond lay down in front of her, kissing her now, his hands caressing the luscious curves of her body. The shorn-haired guy climbed in behind her, both hands grabbing her buttocks, squeezing them. His dick, still hard and slick from her juices, poked her asshole, and he gave a gentle push, testing how ready she was to take him.

She was ready.

With more force he pushed into her tight ass, sinking right up to the hilt. Alyssa pushed back on him, taking his full length, wanting more.

In front of her, the blond had his hands on her breasts, his fingers finding her hard nipples. Her hand wrapped around his cock and she gave it a tug. She spread her legs, as much as she could, letting him know what she wanted. He shifted in the bed, positioning his dick at her slick opening. They were a tangle of legs, but he managed to slide up between her thighs and sink his cock deep inside her.

It took a moment to find their rhythm. Then they had it and she had never been so full in her life. A cock jammed hard in her ass, her pussy full and pounding.

Hands and mouths were all over her, the shorn haired man’s hand reaching around, rubbing the sensitive nub of her clit. She knew it wasn’t going to be long for any of them. The blond’s mouth was on hers, the other man biting his pleasure into her shoulder. She cried out, her orgasm mounting within her, and their rhythm grew more frantic and desperate.

Her pussy and ass convulsed as she came, squeezing their cocks, signalling their own time to come. And they came together, thrusting harder and longer with each jerk, spurting their seed inside her.

Afterwards they lay spent and exhausted. Within minutes Alyssa heard their breathing slow and deepen, and she knew they were asleep.

Alyssa climbed off the bed, careful not to disturb either of them. The couple of beers at the bar, plus the exhaustive sex had obviously wiped them out. Nipping into the bathroom, she washed and dressed. She had packed this morning, so simply added her toiletries to her case and then zipped it shut, wincing at the high pitched sound of the zipper, certain it would have disturbed them. Alyssa poked her head out of the door. They still slept.

Crossing the room, she picked up the video camera and quickly removed the memory card, slipping it into her pocket. She had a plane to catch and she always liked to take a souvenir home. This was going to be a private viewing that would be all hers.

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