They used me as a whore on the yacht trip, I got fucked by all the crew.

The sun beat down like a whip, the yacht rocking gently as I knelt on the deck, my tits pressed against the hot wood. Captain fucked my mouth, his salty cock slapping against the back of my throat. I gagged on his horse dick, tears streaming down my face, snot bubbling from my nose. He grunted, grabbing my hair, forcing me deeper. I choked, spit dripping from my chin, as he face-fucked me, his balls slapping against my neck. The crew watched, stroking their cocks, waiting for their turn. I could see the lust in their eyes, the hunger. I knew what was coming, and I was ready to take every inch of it.

My ass was up in the air, my pussy dripping wet, as the first mate rammed into me from behind. His cock was thick, stretching me wide, making me scream. He pounded me hard, his hips slapping against my ass, as another crew member knelt in front of me, his cock in my mouth. I sucked him eagerly, my head bobbing, as the captain came around, his cock hard again, ready to fuck my ass. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, the sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming. The crew took turns, fucking me in every hole, their grunts and moans filling the air. I was their whore, their plaything, and I loved every filthy second of it.