Sunset Thirst

Adam, still dripping from his near-drowning escape, followed Cynthia onto the pool patio at sunset, where the girl-boss retreat buzzed with confident women in every direction. "These are the only clothes I have," he protested when Paula eyed him critically. Bridget, the head leader, crossed her arms and ordered, "Strip. Your clothes need washing, and we run this place." Jeanna had been eyeing him hungrily from the start, smirking as Paula added, "We want male nudity around here—it's the least you can offer after crashing our retreat."

A woman nearby offered him water but snatched it back, saying, "Not until you strip, stranger." They yanked off his shirt with smiles, and he reluctantly obeyed as more demands followed. Down to his underwear and desperately thirsty, Adam watched Paula pour water down her boobs. "Come drink it if you really want it," she teased, and he approached, licking furiously as they both stood.

Another woman yanked down his underwear; he stepped out, getting hard but still parched. The water stopped, and Adam begged for more. "Get hard for me first," Paula said, grabbing his cock and stroking while the others watched. One slapped his ass, and they poured again as he drank, slightly quenched. "This is the retreat we paid for," the women commented to each other. "He's our sex slave and entertainment now."

Rock hard and sweating, Adam was shoved out into the patio where sexy women noticed and hooted sporadically. Random hands grabbed his dick, stroking briefly with objectifying remarks as the women told each other how much they were in charge. He approached a super curvy woman on a patio chair; more slaps landed on his ass. "Pull down my swimsuit," she told him, water beside her.

The others shoved and groped him down on top of her. "Fuck him and he'll get water," she said. He managed a few pumps, the women laughing and slapping his ass while flicking his face with their tongues as he dehydratedly tried to fuck. She shoved him down, and they moved a chair over, demanding he get on it.

She straddled him, stroking his hard cock and guiding it into her wet, dripping pussy. "I like this," she said, riding him as he panted, horny and thirsty. Finally she dumped water on his face; he drank desperately while she rode. "Better than any blowjob we could have given," one remarked as he came close to the edge, cum threatening. Little did Adam know, the bosses had only just begun to play.