I took a summer job at a marina to save up some money before heading back to college. At first, it was just an easy gig selling snacks, chatting with the regulars, and soaking up the sun. But I quickly realized something: old men with boats? They’re obsessed with young girls. And they were definitely obsessed with me.
It started with the stares, the not so subtle comments about my bikini tops and tiny shorts. I played into it, teasing them just for fun leaning over the counter a little too much, stretching in ways I knew would get their attention. I liked the way they looked at me. I liked knowing I was making them hard.
One day, one of them made me an offer. He straight-up told me he’d pay me to fuck him. At first, I laughed it off, but the way he talked… fuck, it got to me. He told me he’d take his time, show me how a real man fucks. It was cheesy as hell, but it made me so wet. And when he pulled out the cash, I didn’t even hesitate.
I followed him to his boat, let him strip me down, and let him use me however he wanted. And god, did he talk telling me how tight I was, how badly he’d been waiting for this, how he wanted to fuck me every night until I had to walk funny. And then? He went and told his friends.
The next night, another guy offered. Then another. And just like that, I became the marina’s little secret.
I had a rule: condoms, always. But the more they paid, the more they wanted to push it. They started joking about going bare, asking when I’d finally let them. I thought I was being smart when I said, “Only if you all fuck me at once.” I figured that would shut them up.
It didn’t.
They took it seriously. And suddenly, I had seven men waiting for me at one of their houses, ready to break me in.
The moment I walked through the door, I knew there was no turning back. They stripped me down like I was a prize they’d won, passing me between them, touching, teasing, making me beg. When the first guy slid inside me, I was already dripping. The second one didn’t even wait he just pushed in right after, stretching me wider than I’d ever been.
They took turns fucking me, barely giving me time to catch my breath. Sometimes two at a time one in my pussy, one in my mouth, holding my head down as they used my throat. Other times, I was bent over, one guy pounding me while another grabbed my wrists and pinned me in place. They kept me full all night, fucking me until my body was nothing but a mess of overstimulation and heat.
By the time the last guy finished in me, I was exhausted, soaked, and covered in cum. My body felt wrecked in the best way possible. My pussy was twitching, still trying to recover as I lay there, breathless and completely used.
And now? I’m back at work, barely able to sit down without wincing, with two weeks left before I go back to college.
I wonder how much more they’ll want before summer’s over.
