Pryce to Pay
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Episode 7: Fair gAME
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 7: Fair gAME - Willamina Pryce accepted a job 2000 miles from home as a first-time nanny to author Nick Benson and his wife Claire. Dollar signs in her eyes and a chance to start a new life in San Diego, California she jumped at the chance. With a writer that made 50 Shades of Grey look vanilla, her job was cut out for her. Her boss a nudist was tough by itself, but the more she learned the hotter it was. The nanny was more than caring for their child, she was caring for Nick. Serving more apt! Best job ever!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Noon! A stretch of California beach with less family and more college kids. Just what the author ordered!
From Nick Benson’s Corvette he used a pair of binoculars to scan the area. He spotted multiple volleyball games along a desolate portion of sand. Examining every outlet and the positions of lifeguards he pointed toward a game of jocks. There was a difference from prior events, this time there was another girl involved.
“I see a shorthaired blonde in a bikini this time around. No competition as far as looks go. She pales in comparison to you.”
“I’m sexy and I know it.” Willamina Pryce offered a bright smile. “Body spray delicious. Send me in coach. I’m ready for action.”
“That choker I gave you has a micro mic built into it that lets me hear every word you say. The remote-control lining will vibrate once for yes, twice for no.”
“Got it.”
“Alright, go have fun. Give me plenty to write about.”
“Yes, Sir. Dorian makes me so wet.” The character in his book. Nick Benson fancied himself as the dominant master. “I just thought you should know.”
“Do NOT fail me.”
“NEVER!” Willa recited with a deadpan gaze. “Faith, Sir!”
Leaving the car with her towel, purse, water bottle, and oil, she departed. It took her roughly five minutes to reach her designated tanning area. Before she even got close the players of the volleyball game took notice. She could tell the blonde girl was already feeling threatened.
Waving at them, Willa took her time. She had decided long before she got there, that this time she would put her feet in the water. After strategically planting her beach towel and belongings in the sand, she strutted toward the ocean. Reaching it she giggled and danced as the waves cascaded against her toes. Once in she walked out until she was waist deep before she felt a buzz on her throat. Twice meant negative. She immediately headed back toward her towel.
Before she reached her goal, she had to dodge the volleyball that was sent flying her way. On purpose she surmised. Retrieving it meant bending over facing their direction. Her bikini strap vanished within her butt cheeks. This warranted an array of multiple wolf calls as she turned to hold the volleyball in one hand. Pointing at the players trying not to laugh, she flipped her tongue out at them.
“You guys did that on purpose.”
A tall blonde man with a faint moustache chuckled. “And you did that on purpose.”
He sprinted up to Willa facing her and claimed his ball. “Nice backside. Front side too. I’m Cole.”
“Willa.” She meant to say Sara but slipped up. Too late now.
“Hi, Willa. Care to join us?”
“Sounds fun. But I think your girlfriend is getting jealous.”
“Megan?” He looked back at the players. “She’s Jon’s wife. No worries!”
“If you’re sure. I don’t want to start my vacation with a black eye.”
“You’re good! Come on, you can be on my team. I’ll let you serve even.”
“Okie.”
“Oh, hey. Try to keep your band aids on.” He chuckled!
“Band aids?”
“That bikini.”
“Oh! Too much?” She giggled!
“Time will tell.” He winked playfully. “I’m digging the first aid.” Joining the team Cole introduced her. “Everybody this is Willa. Try to keep your heads in the game.”
“Not in me.” Willa joked! “I mean not ON me. Now, I’m embarrassed.” Everyone laughed except for Megan. Willa found it necessary to try and make friends. “Hi. Megan, right? Cole told me your name. He said the game needed more girls.”
“Hi, Willa. That’s not much of a bikini. You must think you’re in Brazil.”
“Amazon, isn’t it?” She played on the word Amazing.
‘Cute! Serve and try to keep that bikini on. My husband needs his balls tonight.”
“Wow! Poor guy.”
Megan would become quite the enemy she thought. Pacing about Cole handed Willa the ball and watched her serve it with zest. This kept the ball moving for six impacts. Willa raced about dramatically trying to assist in keeping it aloft. Each time her tits bounced like runaway melons. Her bikini top struggled to keep from revealing her nipples.
Spiked in the front line by a burley bearded man they called Gus gave Willa a second chance to serve. Another perfect serve led to five more chases. This time Willa was toppled over by Cole and another man with a hairy chest named Lance. Tangled up over her Willa found her left nipple exposed. Lance took notice and gallantly reached over to pull her top back into place.
“Peekaboob.” He joked with a wink just before shuffling off.
“Risqué business... “ Cole shook his head with a sly smirk, eying Willa’s chest. “ ... their serve.”
Willa feigned being conscientious over her bikini, tugging at her ass crack as well as the front patch. Her examination led to sneaky reveals of her hidden lower abdomen. Cole easily saw shadowy intent of her clitoral area. From behind that tug to her string revealed one hell of a sweet anal pucker. Due to the shifting Megan eyed her darkly over what she determined was on purpose. Right on the mark she was, but nonetheless, Willa played off embarrassment. Pokerface Pryce she chuckled within her thoughts. Until she looked right at Meg. If looks could chill.
“Megan is giving me the evil eye. What did I do wrong?”
“Easy, Willa. I’m pretty sure you grasp the notion of wanting to be the center of attention. That was Meg before you joined up. Let her get over it.” Cole patted Willa on the shoulder. “Relax and lets play.”
“We both know all eyes are on me. I just don’t want her bitter over my body. I’m not trying to make enemies.”
“Chill out. Play the game.”
That they did! Served by the opposing team, the members of Willa’s team darted about in the sand until Gus spiked yet another lightning descent to the sand for the point.
A skinny long-haired man known as Fred served for her team. In ready Willa charged forward once the ball came into play and competed with Megan at the net. The two women collided chest to chest and fall sideways onto all fours. Willa’s legs were wide and her thong revealed a slippage of her pussy lip. Megan noticed with a swear word and leaped to her feet pointing at her. “On purpose!” Willa blew the hair from her eyes and quickly pulled her labium from view.
“Maybe I should go. Obviously, she doesn’t want me here.”
“Knock it off, Megan.” Cole growled! “It was a clothing malfunction. You get those just like her. Get over it.”
“Malfunction? Every move she makes exposes something. She might as well play in the nude.” Megan spouted angrily. “Besides, I had that shot first.”
“Keep your ole lady in check, Jon.”
“As if that’s possible.” Jon frowned!
“Look, we all have to get along.” Cole paced about back and forth in front of the net. “Willa here seems like a nice girl.”
“Nice only because she’s hot.” Meg hissed! “You know she has all of your dicks in a frenzy.”
Willa dropped her jaw at the remark. “Wow! Was that a compliment or an insult?”
“Whatever! Come on Jon. Let’s leave this brothel.”
“Really?” Jon scratched his neck! “That was cruel, even for you. Maybe you should just go cool off somewhere for a while. I’m not real proud of my wife right now.”
Bitterly, Megan kicked sand at him. “You just found your bed in the alley, Buddy.”
“Better than with you right now. Get an attitude fix fast.”
“Bite my ass, Jon. Have fun with this little tramp.”
Storming off, Willa looked at the ground sadly, until Gus the burley gripped her shoulders. “Don’t let her get you down. Still want play with us?” His big dick made his trunks stand tall. Speedo much?
Seeing it tilt upward encouraging the waistband to lift away from his skin she perked up with a devious reply. “Harder than ever.”
Cole raised a brow at her reaction as he watched her approach Jon at the net.
“I’m sorry if I got you into trouble.”
“I’m not. She’s right. You are way hotter than she will ever be.”
Willa bulged her eyes while fanning her hand in front of her face. “Thank you. I think! It is nice to be noticed. You might not believe it but this is my first time wearing a bikini this ... skimpy. I can see why Megan was leery of me. I’m from Chicago and we rarely get weather this nice to even think about a bikini like this. I bought it as soon as I got to California.”
“I think I can speak for all of us in saying that bikini looks perfect on you.” Jon’s team clustered closer to the net, prompting him to speak up. “This is Keith, Dwayne, and Burke.”
“Hi. I’m sorry if I disrupted your game.”
Burke huffed eying her cleavage. “I’m not.”
Dwayne hit Burke on the bicep. “Be nice.” He then himself admired her chest.
“Don’t pay these perverts any mind.” Keith shook his head. “They’re harmless. Mostly!”
“Perverts?” Willa giggled! “Really? Should I run away?”
Behind her Cole and Gus stepped up to her. Again, Gus gripped her shoulders tightly leaning over to bristle his beard on her cheek to mumble into her ear. Goosebumps! “I’ll protect you.”
She patted his hand on her shoulder then realized his hand was nearly three times the size of her own. “My teddy bear.” Hopefully, the comment kept her safe from even him. If only his huge erection pressing into her lower back was not so intimidating.
Cole snickered over her assessment of Gus. “Try, Grizzly.”
She winked! “Bear skin rug?”
To their left the skinny Fred cackled, “Booboo Bear.”
“You guys are hilarious. Are we playing or flirting?” She stressed with a sly grin. “Not that I’m rushing any of you.”
Gus released her as Cole motioned everyone back into place. Calling out the serve Cole pelted the ball skyward over the net. Both Fred and Willa enforced the net as the ball returned up for grabs. Much like Meg earlier they collided in mid-air causing Willa to fall onto her back. In the process her bottoms again went awry. Laying there Fred looked down and expressed a silent whistle. She grinned, expecting him to take her hand and pull her up. This time she refused to hide her revealed labia, playing dumb about its exposure. Eyes all around shared contact over her ignorance. Not one stud said a word.
Jon claimed the ball for his team tossing it to Keith for the serve. As Keith served it the ball careened straight down toward Willa. Before Willa could jump up she felt Gus grab her hips and literally lift her up to reach the ball. Squealing she awkwardly spiked the ball laughing.
Lowering her Gus rolls his palms over the tethered strings of her bottoms loosening them. She knew but ignored the fact.
“Good job, Chicago.” Gus high-fived Willa. “City girl has game.”
“We make a good team.” She winked! “Booboo!” A tongue razz she made eye contact then just as easily lowered her gaze to his swollen trunks to nibble her lip. Obvious on purpose she again fanned her face then brushed the sand from her butt cheeks.
Regaining the ball, Cole served it to a round of racing feet. Fred vaulted it back over to Dwayne who then spiked it toward Willa. Willa yelped at the violent impact and once again toppled backwards to the beach. Legs wide she leaned up on her elbows.
“Dang, Dwayne! Are you trying to kill me?”
“Kill you?” Dwayne admired her perfect pussy. “Not even. You’re too cute to play dead.”
Gus pulled her to her feet with both hands and yanked her into him by accident. Her chest crushing up against his. “Hey. Be careful, the girls bruise easily. I tan good but I’m still a ginger.”
She backed up then checked the girls out. She literally pulled the patches over her nipples aside to inspect them. Both Gus and Cole grumbled at her actions.
“No bruises. You’re lucky, Booboo.” She playfully pointed at Gus.
In response he reached out with both of his hands feigning as if squeezing her tits. “Bear hugs to apologize?” Laughter filled the playing field. “I’d call you Goldilocks, but the hair color ruins the effect.”
“My what big paws you have, Booboo. Play nice or I’ll tell Momma Bear on you.”
“The better to maul you my dear.” Gus chuckled! “No Momma Bear back at the cave, she couldn’t keep up with me.”
“Her loss.”
Cole again paced the beach trying hard not to smile. “Serve it, Burke.” He needed to keep everyone in check. The chat was getting too intimate suddenly.
Everyone moved back into place as the serve bounced back and forth six times before Gus toppled over poor Willa. He landed on top of her with her knees to his ribcage. His face buried within her chest. He was tempted to motorboat but kept it civil.
“Holy shit, Gus. You weigh a ton.”
Gus decided to keep his fuzzy cheek lying on her left breast as he turned his profile to smother his nose between both tits as if getting comfy on a good pillow. Inhaling loudly, he fell prey to his temptation and went ahead and motorboated her chest, tickling her with his beard.
“Stop! That tickles. I’ll pee.”
Finally, he propped himself up on his knuckles to glare down at her, her palms touching his monstrous chest. “You hurt?”
“Of course not. I’m tougher than I look.”
“That bearskin rug is supposed to be under her, not on top of her.” Dwayne laughed, rather jealous of his Herculean friend at the moment. Even Willa had to giggle.
Sympathetic to her plight Cole waved Gus off of her and offered her a hand up. Accepted she stood up but was wobbly enough to fall against the blonde hunk. In doing so her hand slipped down over his crotch. She felt erection. Her eyes darted toward his with a dazzling unblinking glint. “Oops! Sorry.”
“For what?” He blew it off.
“Nothing. Something! Nothing.” She smirked but shied away on purpose. It was all about teasing and seduction in her mind. Everything that she knew that Nick Benson ... Dorian expected of her. She hadn’t noticed in her stupor that her top had been loosened up by Gus when he motor boated her. Not that it mattered! “Let’s play.”
The opposing team noticed her drooping left bikini cup. The top of her areola was back in view. They kept quiet about it. Why ruin a good show!
Keith served up another round. As Willa darted about her breast erupted into a bouncing madness that caused her top to completely expose her nipple. Going unnoticed she kept playing as the ball arched over the net time and time again. Finally, Cole and Willa dove after the same ball which found her on her knees and Cole over her backside in a compromising position. His upper body weight made her arms collapse until she fell face first into the hot sand. Tasty! Not!
Winded and spitting granules, Willa burst into laughter, “SOMETHING! SOMETHING!”
Cole knew his erection was primed in perfect position for doggy style. He crawled backwards on his knees and admired her ass in perfect view before him. He noticed a string had come untied and started to tie it when he heard numerous masculine growls all around them.
Willa already knew that her bikini top was displaced and her bottoms were untied on one side. She laughed over it and decided to sit up on her legs. Her tits were both revealed as the cups dangled beneath them. Her bikini pussy patch had resorted to drooping on one side. Big Bear Gus offered her a hand up huffing at her bare breasts before him. She accepted and slowly stood up while biting her lower lip.
“There’s that silly wardrobe malfunction again. Big time.” She pinched at the strings when Gus cautiously grabbed her wrist. She looked up at him and his soft glare.
“You don’t have to do that on our account.” He offered puppy dog eyes. “No pressure!”