A New Task

James takes his new girl, Mira, out on the boat. She stands at the railing in a tiny white bikini that barely holds her big tits. The crew hustles around them, scrubbing teak and coiling lines. James watches the redhead for a moment, then snaps his fingers at two of the men. They drop what they’re doing and follow him below, straight to the forward cabin where Mira waits. She knows what’s coming. A quick tug and the bikini top falls away, letting her heavy breasts spill free. One man steps up behind her, grips her hips, and works the string of her bottoms down her thighs. She leans forward onto the wide bed, ass raised, and feels a slick finger slide between her cheeks, testing. The second man moves to her face, offering his cock. Mira opens her mouth without hesitation. The first man presses in slowly, stretching her tight hole until he’s seated deep. He starts a steady rhythm, pulling almost out, then driving back in. Mira moans around the second cock, spit trailing from her lips every time she’s rocked forward. The pace picks up. Flesh meets flesh with sharp smacks. Her tits swing beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets. When the man behind her reaches under and pinches her clit, she shudders, pushing back harder, taking him to the root. They switch. The second man claims her ass next while the first feeds her his length, wet from her mouth. Mira’s breath comes in short gasps as the new cock fills her, thicker, the angle different. She grips the edge of the mattress, knuckles white, while both men use her in turns—mouth, then ass, then mouth again—until her thighs shake and a thin strand of her own slick drips onto the linen. The boat rocks gently beneath them, engines idling, but the only sound in the cabin is the wet slap of skin and Mira’s soft, hungry whimpers. She never asks them to slow down.