[M][f] A hot tub, an aroused and intoxicated female, and three horny men.

I wrap a towel around my waist and head downstairs to the kitchen where I can hear them chatting. I see they are one step ahead of me—shirtless in their swim shorts, they're loading beers from the fridge into an ice filled cooler.

The three of them pause and look up at me as I approach, all six of their eyes scanning my towel clad body before resting on my tits in my black bikini top.

I roll my eyes at the predictability of the male race, while a part of me can't help but enjoy the attention.

Leo whistles. "Fuck, yeah, babe! You look hot! Now get rid of the damn towel and give us a proper show!"
Anxiety rushes through me at the thought of having to perform. My eyes dart to Malachi, hoping he'll come to my rescue, but instead he smirks and twirls his finger.

"Go on little slut, show us what you've got."

Oh, fuck.

I bite my lip, searching my brain for a way out. Approaching Malachi, I clutch his arm and blink up at him. "You know I'm shy, daddy. Would it be okay if I have a drink first?" I ask sweetly.

"Alright, baby. We'll get ya a drink." Turning to Max, he asks, "Have you got anything stronger for her than beer?"
"Of course. My dad's a functioning alcoholic. The place is well stocked."

I watch as Max strolls over to the fridge, examining it's contents before pulling out a two liter of coke.
"Rum and coke?" he asks me.

"Yes, please."

"Just give her a shot," Malachi interjects. "Or she'll be sippin' that drink for the next hour." He winks at me. "I know your tricks, sweetie."

Damnit!

"Good call, Malachi," pipes in Leo. "If you want to get a girl drunk and on her back, shots are the way to go. Max! Pour the girl some rum!"

I scowl at him out of principle, but I'm fighting back a smile. Truthfully I'm no longer bothered by Leo's crassness. I understand now that despite the way he talks, my pleasure is as important to him as his own.

Max fills a small glass with spiced rum and hands it to me. I throw it back, and the guys cheer. I grin, as both the alcohol and their encouragement warms my insides.

"Thatta girl!" says Malachi. "Another!"

"One more, and then she takes a breather!" adds Max as he pours the rum. "No use getting the girl sick. Not to mention that I have no desire to be scooping vomit from the hot tub."

"Oh, gross, Max!" I say, wrinkling my nose. "Don't worry—two shots I can handle." I down it.

"Alright, now; go on—show off that bikini clad ass for us!" Malachi says, giving me a spank over the towel.

"Ye-es, daddy," I drawl, smiling up at him.

Feeling significantly more confident from the liquid courage, I strut away from the guys, moving my hips exaggeratedly. I turn back to face them before releasing the knot securing the towel to my hips.

Finding my best coy smile, I let the towel begin a slow journey from my hips before I let it go completely while turning my back to them again. Then I spread my legs and slowly bend forward at the waist, giving them a full view of my bikini clad ass. Emboldened by the sound of their whistles and cheers, I rise back to a stand and stroll back towards them.

Feeling rather pleased with myself, I offer them a smug smile. "Are you boys content to simply gawk at me or is the plan to enjoy the hot tub?"

"Or perhaps us boys could take turns fucking that smart mouth of yours, hmm?" Grinning down at me, Malachi lifts my chin up while thumbing my bottom lip, sending heat throughout my entire body.

The image of kneeling before their cocks shatters my smugness. I blink up at him with wide glazed eyes, my heartrate accelerating.

Malachi laughs dryly before leaning in close, bringing his mouth just inches from mine. "That's what I thought, slut."

Grabbing my half naked ass in his hand, he pulls me up against his body and thrusts his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath and swiftly turning my muscles to putty.

Knowing he's successfully regained the upper hand, he releases my lips before smirking at me and patting my cheek. "Let's get that sexy ass into the hot tub, shall we?"

I squeal in surprise when he scoops me up, bridal style, and marches me towards the deck door, calling over his shoulder, "Would you guys bring out her towel and some water? Thanks!"

Malachi sets me on my feet to open the lid of the tub, but once we're in the water he pulls me into his lap, wrapping his arms possessively around me. I feel lightheaded and giddy.

When Max and Leo join us a minute later, Max hands me a bottle of water, and I eagerly guzzle it down.

The guys start talking sports, so I close my eyes and tune them out, letting my head fall back onto Malachi's shoulder. His hands caress my thighs, creating a melting sensation in my legs.

I smile and let out a sound of contentment when male hands begin massaging one of my feet as well. I let my eyes flutter open just long enough to gather who my masseuse is—Max, of course.

"Thank-you, Max—that feels nice," I murmur, happily.

"My pleasure, babe… You have the cutest little feet you know." He lifts my foot out of the water to prove his point to the other guys.

"She really does," Leo agrees, finding my other foot.

"Mmm... is this my birthday present?" I muse.

"Nah, just an opportunity to touch you," Leo responds dryly.

I scoff at his blunt honesty. Typical Leo.

"Seeing as Malachi has you on lock-down over there, we'll take what we can get," Max adds.

"Lockdown?" Malachi scoffs. "Hardly. Surely it's clear by now that I'm always happy to share my toy."

"Well, in that case…" Leo drops my foot and moves swiftly to capture me by the waist. I gasp as he pulls me out from Malachi's lap, transferring me across the hottub, my legs straddling his waist. "Do you feel that, baby?" he says in a low voice.. When I look up at him, confused, he adds. "I like your swimsuit."

When he winks at me, I clue in to his meaning, suddenly noticing his growing hardness pressing between my thighs. Heat rushes both to my face and between my legs.

"I'd say that's an understatement," I grin up at him, coyly. "You may need to intervene, Max, lest Leo decides to find his release in your dad's hot tub."

Max chuckles. "It's probably safe to say that this hot tub has seen its fair share of cum."

"Nasty!" I say, wrinkling my nose at the thought.

"'Nasty?' Where have we gone wrong in your training, sweetheart?" Max teases, sliding up beside me. My breath catches when he places a hand on my outer thigh and begins teasing my skin with slow sensual caresses.

Heat pools between my legs, and I can't help but press my hips into Leo's erection to ease the sudden aching.

Leo smirks at me, knowingly.

"Max makes a good point, slut," says Malachi, cupping my breasts from behind, his touch adding fuel to the ache between my legs.

"Can't have you turning your nose up at the thought of a good hot tub fuck. Perhaps some re-education is needed? Leo, how about we get our slut onto her back?"

"Sure thing."

Shifting his hands to support me under my armpits, Malachi pulls my back against his chest before walking me backwards until my legs float free of Leo's hips.

Keeping his face near my ear, he places a hand on my forehead, applying pressure, and says softly, "Close your eyes and rest your head back onto my shoulder, pet."

For a moment, I resist, not wanting to get my hair wet.

He shifts his hand from my forehead to push up under my chin and moves his other arm to support me under my back. "Just relax your head back into the water," he prompts again.

I give in, realizing my resistance is pointless; I allow my eyes to close and my ears to sink into the water until my head is resting on Malachi's shoulder.

"Good girl," I think I hear him say, though with the water around my ears muffling his voice, it's hard to make out for sure. He releases my chin and uses both of his hands to support me under my arms.

With the warmth wrapping all around me, my hearing distorted, and the haze of the alcohol mixing with the high of my arousal, I suddenly feel incredibly relaxed and disoriented, like I've slipped into a dream.

Hands squeeze my breasts and pull and twist at my nipples—my top is gone—someone must have removed it.

I moan as the stimulation to my breasts increases the aching pressure between my legs. I reflexively arch my back, surrendering myself to the haze of arousal and hands.

Excitement shoots through me as hands grip my calves and spread my legs into a starfish. Other hands squeeze my buttocks before slipping into my swimsuit bottoms and spreading my ass cheeks.

I groan when a finger sinks into my back entrance; I crave for the finger to fill my pussy instead.

Meanwhile, hands are exploring each of my thighs, caressing and enticing me further open, until fingers reach my bikini line and slide underneath the fabric.

My mouth falls open as I moan in eager anticipation. The liquid heat between my legs is nearly unbearable as the fingers merely dabble in my slippery wetness before my bikini bottoms are yanked from my hips.

For a moment, a palm cups my pussy, applying delightful pressure before fingers dip inside me.

Moaning, I push my hips up against the fingers, craving more thickness and depth.

As if in response, I'm pulled through the water until I feel the wall of the hot tub against my arm. Hands support me at the surface of the water as my legs are guided around a set of masculine hips.

I eagerly open for the thick cock seeking out my entrance. I feel its head penetrate my slippery entrance, and I gasp in appreciation as hands grip me securely at the hips and pull me firmly onto the waiting cock. Pleasure courses through me as my muscles coil around the cock.

Hands cradle my head, keeping my face from submerging underwater as the cock rapidly thrusts into me with increasing urgency until I feel the pulse of its release.

I whimper in protest when the cock pulls out of me, but I'm not left wanting for long. Swiftly, my legs are guided around another set of hips, and I let out a sigh of contentment as once again I am filled and stretched. I crave more depth, though, which is proving to be challenging to achieve while floating in water.

Placing full trust in the hands supporting my head, one at a time, I lift my legs up and out of the water until they find support on a set of shoulders. Thankfully, I feel additional hands move to support me under my back to help keep my face afloat. Having found the increased depth I've been craving, and trusting that the hands holding me will prevent my head from going under, I go wild chasing my orgasm, bucking my hips on the cock until sweet bliss explodes through me.

Whoever was inside of me must have come at the same time because he pulls out shortly after my orgasm subsides.

I know better than to get up. I stay in place with my eyes closed like a good fuck toy and allow a new set of hands to take over supporting me at the head. When the third cock slides inside of me, I reflexively tighten around him in welcome, like the trained slut I am.

Author's note: This is an excerpt from my recently published novel, Pretty Little Whore: A Freeuse Society of Hedone novel, BOOK 2.