Chapter 10
Tiffany took a taxi to meet Mr. Tifton and eventually found his yacht. He greeted her in a dark blue blazer, white turtleneck sweater, white duck trousers and sneakers. It was quite a different look from their first meeting.
"Good evening, Mr. Tifton," she said, allowing him to take her hand.
"My friends call me Tif," he said, smiling too broadly, his hand clasping hers a bit too firmly.
"I'm sorry I'm a little late. I had trouble finding your yacht," Tiffany apologized, slipping her hand out of his.
"No problem. I'm just glad you agreed to come. My other guests won't be arriving for a while so we have time for me to show you my boat."
Boat? Tifton's yacht was a mansion on water.
As Tif walked her from one area to the next, Tiffany kept sidling away from his roaming hands. He tried to wrap his arm around her waist or let his hand rest upon her ample bottom, but she successfully avoided prolonged contact each and every time. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea. She was there to be seen with him and nothing more.
"This will be your room," he said, opening a cabin door.
"But I don't need a room," Tiffany protested.
"I expect the party to run quite late. I just thought you might like to spend the night. You can if you want."
"We'll see," Tiffany said only to avoid being rude. She had no intention of staying, knowing Ryan would be waiting for her and probably worrying about her.
They returned to the deck where a strikingly handsome Puerto Rican made them drinks. Tiffany was fascinated by his dark-skinned beauty as Tif pulled out a chair for her.
"If you're nice to me, I can help you," he said, leaning across the table.
"What do you mean?"
"I can help you get your inheritance from that snake Neil Farris." He took one of her hands between his and gently massaged.
"You can do that?" Tiffany questioned, her eyes widening, her interest in Mr. Tifton rising.
"He owes me a favor or two. But it's up to you. Please me, and I'll help."
Tiffany left her hand between his even though she wanted to pull it away. "And just what does it take to please you, Mr. Tifton?"
"We'll discuss that later. I see that some of my guests have just arrived."
He released her hand, stood up, and greeted the first of his guests. Introductions were made and everyone got themselves a drink. More people arrived, not a one of them familiar to Tiffany, and when the yacht pulled out of the harbor, there were twelve in all. Tiffany thought it a little strange that there were nine men and three women, not counting the yacht's all-male crew (at least she assumed the crew was made up of nothing but men).
She did her best to make polite conversation through dinner, and she couldn't help noticing how all eyes seemed to be locked onto her breasts. Every time she looked around the table, eyes had to be raised to look her in the face. She felt self-conscious, but it was too late to clasp another button on her blouse. She was sorry she had tried to be sexy, feeling now that she had exposed too much cleavage, the deep valley between her tits attracting far too much attention.
After dinner, they went back out on the deck for more drinks. Tiffany thought the other two women looked like sluts as they rubbed themselves up against man after man. It didn't appear that there were any "couples" in the crowd. It was every woman for herself. Tiffany began to question just whose escort she was meant to be as she continually fought off groping hands.
At one point in the evening, Tif sidled up next to her and whispered into her ear, "Pleasing me means you also please my friends. Loosen up, Tiffany. It won't hurt you to let my friends get just a little feel of those magnificent knockers."
She was shocked by his comments and quickly realized what she would have to do to receive his help. She didn't need a brick wall falling on her head to understand that he wanted her to prostitute herself for her inheritance. Mr. Tifton was no less a snake than Neil Farris.
The only difference between them was that it was obvious that Tif had the money to make good on his promise. She didn't care where it came from; she only cared that she got her fifty thousand on her twenty-first birthday.
Tiffany roamed the deck, the sea breeze floating through her hair, and allowed the occasional wandering hand to light upon her body. While she didn't encourage anything, she no longer resisted it either.
Then she noticed that the gathering had thinned. The other two women were gone, and so were several of the men. Tiffany knew instantly what they were doing and wondered if it was her turn next. And if it was, how far she was willing to go to get her money. She didn't have to wait very long to find out.
Tif moved up next to her. "It's late," he said, taking her by the arm. "And I think it's time for bed." He steered her into the bowels of the yacht, two men following closely behind.
"I want you to know one thing," Tiffany began, staring Tif straight in the eye. "I'm only doing this to get my inheritance. Guarantee that, and I'll do what you want."
They stopped in front of a cabin door. "You have my word on it," Tif said flatly, opening the door. "Come along, gentlemen," he said to his companions, "it's party time!"
Tiffany was totally unprepared for three men at once. She had never been involved in group sex before, and was a bit nervous.
"God! I can't wait to get at those tits!" one guy said as he started to peel off his clothes.
"Tits, hell! Get a load of that ass!" the other guy commented as he, too, began to undress.
"Don't be shy," Tif said, "take your clothes off, dear, and show my friends a good time."
Tiffany turned her back to the two stripping men as she began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't have any idea of what to expect with three men about to have her body. She wondered if being so inexperienced would have any affect on Tif's promise. Instead of being frightened of the unknown, she was now afraid she wouldn't perform well enough to fully please her potential benefactor.
As she wiggled out of her pantyhose, the last remaining clothes on her body, she could hear long, breathy sighs behind her.
"Oh, baby, what I'm gonna do to that ass!" came an excited voice right before a pair of eager hands grabbed a healthy handful of her naked globes.
Tiffany straightened and yelped. She turned around to face him.
The men were stark naked and she was faced with the reality of three cocks. She felt almost sorry for Tif when she spied his tiny pecker embedded in a tuft of gray hair. All she could see was his cockhead as it stuck straight out from his crotch. She assumed it would be longer once it was erect, but with such a little beginning, she didn't hold much hope for anything massive.
The other two guys certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. The one was jiggling his dick to get it excited and get his knob poking out of his circular foreskin, his length flopping and promising further development.
The other was already well on the way to full erection, his shaft thickening by the second, his knob swelling, his length telescoping for her pussy. He was an extremely hairy man, while his buddy's body was nearly hairless.
Tiffany backed onto the bed and centered herself. She slowly parted her legs, but not so far as to reveal the treasures of her crotch. She didn't really know what to do, so brought her hands up to her tits to fondle her nipples as she waited. She watched three, blood-engorged, fully erect dicks approach her body.
"All right, Tim, where ya goin' first?" the hairy man asked.
"Hold up, Frank," Tif said, "you guys do what you want, but leave her mouth to me."
Tif climbed on the bed and straddled Tiffany's head. His stubby cock pointed at her mouth, and she couldn't see beyond his rotund body. His flabby ass rested on her chest, and she could only feel the other two guys moving between her legs.
Tif stroked his erection and Tiffany parted her lips. Her legs twitched as strong hands massaged their way from her calves to her thighs and finally into her crotch. Her pussy jumped as fingers played in the soft fur covering the warming lips to her suddenly yearning snatch.
Her cunt ached to have a hard cock thrusting deep into her liquid center as her head raised to get closer to Tif's waiting erection. He held his dick still as her mouth closed over his silky knob. She sucked his cock in, knowing it would be easy to devour his entirety.
The guys forced her legs wider, their fingers clawing deeper into her wetting valley. Her butt squirmed on the bed as her pussy burned for action.
"Move your fucking ass!" one of the guys said. "I can't get at her tits!"
Tif inched his butt forward, sinking his cock fully between Tiffany's moist lips, his pubic hairs surrounding her nose. Even with his full length shoved into her mouth, his knob barely reached into her throat. Giving him a blow job was going to be a snap.
Her head lowered back to the pillow as Tif leaned over her face, his ass off her tits, his cock sticking straight down from his crotch.
Rough hands were instantly on her breasts, squeezing, massaging, tweaking her nipples. Fire erupted beneath his exploring fingers, flames spreading throughout her chest as the guy fondled her rolling mounds of tender flesh. But it wasn't unpleasant, his harsh treatment stimulating.
But the real excitement was pounding in her crotch. Strong fingers had separated the petals of her pussy, and hot breath signaled the imminent sensation of a stroking tongue. Her clit stood at attention, her hips froze, and her cunt awaited the first cool kiss from the guy stretched out between her thighs.
She gasped around Tif's pumping rod when a hot tongue made contact with the delicate flesh of her open snatch. He tickled her cunt with amazing speed, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. The brushing strokes of his warm, wet muscle forced her hips to pump.
With her pussy spread and her hole yearning to be stuffed, the guy raised up and clamped his lips around her pounding clit. She raised her hips to send her tiny erection fully into his mouth. She could feel his tongue stroke and his lips tighten. Then he started to suck.
Without even thinking, she sucked on Tif's cock with the same rhythm used on her hot, burning clit. Her head bobbed and her hips jerked and her tits flamed upon her chest. Having three men at once produced pleasures beyond anything she could have imagined.
As one mouth moved in to bathe her breasts in drooling saliva, the other lifted off her throbbing clit to reposition around her wanting hole. She spread her legs as far as she could as she felt his lips circle her entrance. She couldn't think of anything else as he began to tongue-fuck her cunt's mushy opening.
Stabbing into her pussy, the guy flicked inside her hot twat. Her crotch jiggled and gyrated as his tantalizing tongue skipped between the walls of her rapidly heating interior. She squeezed hard, but she couldn't hold him inside her, his tongue slipping back to her entrance to begin a slow fucking of her needy cooze.
She was just starting to relax into the heady euphoria of a slow and gentle tongue-fuck when teeth worried one of her tits. She groaned around Tif's boner and tried to get her hands up to her breast.
"Sorry," came an apologetic voice. "Here, work on this."
Her hand was raised into a sweaty crotch. Her fingers molded around a set of hanging balls and she squeezed. Then Tiffany released his nuts and moved up to grab his cock.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," the guy enthused.
"Shut up, Tim. You're breakin' my concentration," Frank said into her pussy. "Why don't ya go beat off in a corner like ya usually do."
"Fuck you! That only happened once. Stop hoggin' her cunt and let me in."
Tim yanked his cock out of Tiffany's grip and crawled between her legs. Both guys pawed at her pussy, neither willing to give the other an advantage. Her cunt smoldered beneath them, ready to be fucked, waiting for them to decide which dick was going to enter her.
Tif kept fucking her mouth, ignoring his sparring companions, his dick twitching between her lips. While her pussy was petted by grabbing fingers, Tif started to groan above her.
He picked up the pace of his stroking cock, his nuts wobbling against her chin. With a strained "Oh, God!" he dumped his load. His little dick sent out a thick stream of pearly cum, each blast erupting against the back of her mouth. She swallowed his cream, sucking on his slender hose to help extract all of his spewing spunk.
Of the three men on top of her, she wanted to please Tif the most. She pasted her tongue against his shaft and gently rubbed. She sucked, she swallowed, then closed off her throat to keep the last of his load trapped within her mouth. He stroked between her lips, against her tongue, and moaned contentedly.
When his climax came to an end, Tiffany bathed his throbbing head in his own juices. His hips jerked and his cock retreated, but she clamped down tightly to keep his knob locked in her mouth. Her tongue licked across his pisshole, and Tif forced his dick away from her teasing tongue.
He climbed off the bed, and Tiffany could finally see the two guys playing with her pussy. She raised up onto her elbows to watch them batting each other's hand away. They both wanted her cooze and were about to fight over her wanting box.
"Stop farting around! Flip a coin or something, but one of you needs to fuck my pussy."
"All right, you guys, you had your chance. Let's go," Tif said, putting on his clothes.
"No fucking way!" Frank bellowed. "My dick's dripping and ready for her cunt."
"Oh, yeah? Well, so's mine," Tim stated, sprawling out on the bed to display his rock-hard erection. He grabbed his stiff prick and flopped it around as if it were some sort of lethal weapon.
"Get dressed and get out," Tif said emphatically.
"You can't do this. It ain't fair!" Frank protested. "You said we'd have a good time if we came to your fucking party. And that's just what I'm gonna have!"
"You still can," Tif said calmly in spite of Frank's elevated tirade. "Just not here. Go find one of the other ladies. I'm sure one of them can satisfy you."
"Man! This sucks the big one!" Frank complained, slipping off the bed.
"We'll get ya for this," Tim said to Tif. "Just wait. We'll get ya!"
The two guys scooped up their clothes and stormed out of the room.
Tiffany was dismayed. She lay on the bed, fire burning in her pussy, her lust unsatisfied. And since Tif was climbing back into his clothes, it was pretty obvious that she was going to go without.
"Did I please you?" she asked.
"You did just fine."
"But those other guys-"
"Forget about them. I'm the only guy around here that counts. You'll get your money on your birthday. Now get some rest. We won't be docking until the morning."
He left the cabin, closing the door behind him, and Tiffany dropped back onto the bed. She was both elated and depressed. She was elated that she was going to get her inheritance, but she was depressed about being left with her pussy pounding. She had never had her cunt teased that way, and she didn't like it. She rolled over and tried to go to sleep.