Adam staggered onto the pool patio at sunset, lungs still burning from his near-drowning, only to find himself surrounded by powerful women on a men-free retreat. Cynthia smirked as she presented him. "Look what washed up, ladies."
Paula crossed her arms. "Those clothes are soaked and filthy. You need to change." Adam shrugged weakly. "These are all I have." Bridget, the head leader, stepped forward with authority. "Then strip. We'll wash them."
Jeanna's eyes raked over him hungrily. "I've been eyeing this one. I want male nudity right now." Paula dangled a bottle of water. "Thirsty? Drink—if you strip." Adam hesitated, parched. "The girls will help," Jeanna purred, yanking off his shirt with a smile as other women watched obliviously from lounge chairs.
"More," they demanded. Down to his underwear, desperate, Adam watched Paula pour water down her cleavage. "Come drink it," she ordered. He approached, licking furiously at her wet tits as they both stood panting. A woman yanked his underwear down; he stepped out, cock hardening despite his thirst.
"You really want it?" Paula asked, stroking his hard length while the others watched. "Get rock hard for me first." One slapped his ass. "This is the retreat we paid for—our sex slave and entertainment." Adam begged, sweating, as they poured more water over Paula's dripping boobs for him to lap up.
Shoved toward the pool, random women grabbed his cock briefly, objectifying him. "We're in charge here," they told each other. He approached a super curvy woman on a chair. "Pull down my swimsuit," she commanded, water beside her. Others shoved and groped him onto her.
"Fuck me and you'll get water," she said, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. He managed a few pumps, dehydrated and horny, as women slapped his ass and flicked his face with tongues. She shoved him down, straddled him on the moved chair, and rode him hard. "I like this," she moaned, stroking his cock before slamming down. As he came inside her, she dumped water over his face; he drank desperately while she ground on his pulsing length.
The women laughed, already planning round two.
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