Slutty Judge: Beach, Bellini, Cocks

It seemed like I was going through a phase with cases where guys were up for life in prison. The charges ranged from racketeering, to first degree murder, with the majority of the cases stemming from drug related activity. After the sentencing of the fourth out of seven cases, I called Sandra that afternoon to meet for coffee, and she mentioned how in all our years of knowing each other I never looked so stressed.

"Might be time for a vacation," she said as I sipped my latte, but I wasn't trying to hear it for I felt I got enough time off as is.

"Playing hooky to stay local isn't time off," she added.

We hugged before leaving the coffee house to go our separate ways, and the entire drive home I thought of destinations where I could take a quick three to five minute break. I came up with Myrtle Beach, a place I hadn't visited in over 20 years, where I could kick my feet up while being oblivious to the world. I went home, jerked off and took a hot shower before looking at my docket online, and planned a weeklong vacation just two months from that evening. The string of seven cases ended right on time on a Friday, when I took off my robe and showered in my chambers before hitting the road that evening. It took me eight hours to get there as the traffic was hectic on I-95, but I checked into my booked resort at midnight, right as a light rain began to fall. I crashed once I hit the room, and woke up right around the time for brunch to shower again, and put on summer attire for the gorgeous 80 degree weather.

I left my room on the sixth floor, and took the elevator down to the dining area to be greeted five star style.

"Welcome Steven to the Marriott. We're delighted with your appearance this morning," said the host. "Please come follow me, as I lead you to your seat."

He led me to my seat in the quiet eatery, with this handsome Latino guy taking my order shortly after.

"Hello sir, my name is Tomas, without an 'h,' and I will be your waiter for the morning," he said. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Can I have a bellini," I asked the waiter.

I noticed it wasn't on the menu, but I asked, and he confirmed it was possible if the bartender agreed to it.

"The bartender's words exactly," he said when he returned. "That gentleman can have whatever he'd like, and the first round is even on me."

That made me turn around to eye the bar, and I'd see another handsome Latino gentleman, slightly muscular, with a clean shaven head, and gray stubble fuzz nodding back at me. I smiled and winked before he returned the gesture, then I turned my head to finish ordering.

"Eggs Benedict, and a side of cheesy grits," I told Tomas, without an "h."

He took my menu but returned with two glasses of the drink of my desire, then hurried back to the kitchen. I sipped the cocktail as it was something I first had in an Italian restaurant, perhaps with Sandra, or someone else during a date. I fell in love with it then, and loved it the same at that moment with the perfect mix of peach puree and Prosecco. I gulped down the first glass, and began to work the second when I felt it immediately, then turned my head back to the bar as the bartender seemed to be eyeing me. I raised my glass as an ode to him, and in return he winked before he serviced his customers. Minutes later Tomas returned with a tray containing piping hot food, and a smile across his face as he wondered if I wanted anything else.

"Just the cute guy's number," I said jokingly of the bartender.

Tomas walked away, but came back to check on me in addition to handing me a napkin.

"It's Chris' number," he said with a wink, then walked off.

I looked back at Chris, the cute bartender to see him now engaged in his craft while flashing that smile. He seemed to be the flirty type, perhaps in his late 30s, early 40s, with a strong stature. I looked over at the women nearby he was entertaining, and read his lips as he flirted with them, possibly having their panties wet uttering the simplest words. I slid over to the chair facing him, and he'd turn his head to look at me again while the smile remained intact. I took my first bite of the food as it was cooling off, but I was more than pleased as everything screamed flavor. The vacation was rolling out to be a great one, with handsome men serving me, the suite I was resting at being A1 quality, and the vittles being top notch. I asked for the check when I was finished, then stood up only to realize I was a tad tipsy. I still tried to make my way to the bar, only for Chris to disappear to the kitchen as I suddenly lost my courage. I returned to pay the check, making sure to leave something extra for Tomas, before I headed back to the room. I told myself I wasn't focused on getting laid during the trip, but Chris lived rent-free in my head as I wanted to have a conversation with him. I made it back to the room, and ordered room service as I wanted another Bellini, and a crack at Chris. A short, feminine Asian-like servant came to the room.

"Hello, Steve. You order, room service," the guy asked.

"Yes, I'd like another Bellini, and make sure you relay a message strictly for the bartender," I told him.

He tried running off without passing the message, and I stopped him, before I wrote my room, and phone number on a napkin for the server to pass to Chris. I knew it was a longshot to get Chris to come to the room, but he was worth a try since he boldly shared his number with me. I stripped out of my clothes to put on my robe and flip flops, then stretched out across the bed right as I called my kids. The room phone would ring, and so I paused talking to my daughter to retrieve a call.

"Sweetness, let me call you back," I told my daughter as it was Chris on the other end.

"So you liked the drinks," he asked.

"I loved them, thank you," I told him as I was smitten with his voice.

He had a masculine, Latin accent that was to die for, and spoke eloquently over the phone. I ribbed him for extending his number.

"I like what I see, and I go after it," he replied.

"You go after it," I asked. "When is your next break?"

"I'm off the clock in three hours," he answered as he was catching what I was throwing. "Do you mind if I come up to the sixth floor?"

My heart was racing from excitement as this man was moving fast. I was bubbling with lust, wanting him to come up and show me what he looked like without clothes on.

"You have the green light," I told him as it had been months since I'd gotten laid, the result of dealing with all the cases I had. "Bring a big jug of Bellini for me."

He laughed hard, then offered to bring a friend.

"Oh really? Describe this friend," I said as I emphasized the operative word.

He broke it down by telling me it was Tomas, the guy who handed me his phone number. He said Tomas, a Guatemalan like him, had a thing for me, and that they were in cahoots in seeing who caught my attention first.

"You come to the sixth floor, then what," I asked.

The evening came, and the duo of handsome, sculptured Guatemalans were naked alongside me. I was in the middle of the two hairy studs, both of them in their mid 40s smelling and looking good as they fondled me. I ended up turning on my left side to face Tomas on my right, with his long, fat pink cock poking me in the stomach. He and I kissed, while Chris was behind me with his equally large phallus poking me in my lower back, as he kissed on the back of my neck. I felt his hands rubbing my tush, and even my curves as he slid them between my cheeks. He spread my ass apart and I felt a finger tickling my hole, then pushing past my tightened flower to wiggle around hysterically. Tomas by then was sucking my tits with his cock still poking at me as the two of them ganged up on me, having me ready to surrender whichever way they chose.

"Time to suck some cock," Chris said as he stopped pulling my ass apart, and pulled on my left arm.

He hinted that he wanted me facing him, and he'd force me to turn as he pulled my arm harder while I enjoyed my tits being sucked. I turned to face him as he was on his knees, with his big prick near my nose. He wiggled the strong meat at the base, letting it slap my nose before I put my lips to the tip. Tomas moved in closer to where his hairy chest touched my back, and his cock landed at my ass cheeks while he leaned his head over to witness me blowing his friend. I loved the feeling of being sandwiched between the two, and the warm sensation of his cock rubbing in and out of my mouth. Tomas would even reach his hand in to tug Chris' balls, and Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth temporarily to feed Tomas, an equally adept cocksucker for him.

"Wonder what that ass tastes like," Tomas said in general.

"You can taste his, while I ram in and out of it," Chris suggested as he rubbed my nipples.

I tried to fathom how one guy could eat me while I was getting fucked, but Chris was way ahead of me as he was trying to make it a reality.

"Buddy lays under you, while I fuck you from behind," he said.

I thought it was unreal because I was in the 280 to 300 lb. range, and the both of them hovered in the 170 to 180 frame. Chris was adamant about us making it work, and so Tomas followed his lead after we all climbed out of the bed, with Tomas getting back on the mattress to lay in the middle.

"It's puzzle pieces," Tomas said as his head hung off the bed.

I reached for the coconut oil before handing it to Chris. I crawled on the bed to hover over Tomas with the intent of putting his cock in my mouth. I felt his stubbled face brush against my balls, then he spread my ass as I heard Chris approaching from behind. I felt drops of the oil falling between my ass cheeks, then his fingers rubbing the liquid in my caverns, just slathering it against my walls. His finger sliding in and out of me made me tingle, then he replaced the finger with his hard cock as he pressed inside me to make me shriek. I briefly stopped sucking Tomas as the girth and length from Chris surprised my hole, but Chris would pull out slowly after a few seconds, then I went back to blowing the waiter.

"Got some good ass here," I heard Chris say as he went slow.

He gave deep and shallow pokes as he tried to feel around to find my spot. The pain disappeared as he reminded me what it was like to get fucked. I sucked on Tomas with the same cadence Chris slid in and out of me, then all of a sudden I felt a tongue licking my taint while Chris did his work.

"Yeah buddy, eat his ass," Chris whispered before I felt a tongue near my entrance.

Chris fucked faster as I felt my hole stretch, but Tomas managed to tickle my swollen cunt with his tongue as it provided a "relief." Chris stopped briefly as my hole twitched, but I'd hear Tomas sucking that cock before Chris slipped back inside.

"Oh guys," I whimpered once Chris started pounding me.

Tomas went back to licking the bottom edge of my hole while Chris dug me out. Tomas moaned from tasting my cream all over Chris' cock, the result of Chris chiseling deep at the prostate to make me cum. Over and over it seemed my body locked up while I came, with the orgasms so intense I couldn't focus on sucking.

"Suck it, boy," Chris said as he plowed me harder.

Chris paused once more to get sucked by Tomas, then Chris placed that cock inside me again while Tomas was now sucking my big balls. I couldn't have imagined a hotter time as these two were pleasuring me in different ways.

"Oh yes," I cried out while stroking Tomas' big cock with my two hands, and feeling Chris pelt away at my prostate.

The three of us were groaning as we all seemed to be close to climaxing. I felt Chris and Tomas' cocks reverberating: one in my hands, while the other knocked in my ass. Chris threw himself into me hard enough to make the pictures on the wall shake, and the bed rock as the headboard slammed against the wall. Tomas let go of my nuts as he was getting closer, and Chris pounded away harder to where I felt his nuts slamming against me. I put my mouth to Tomas' cock at the right moment to catch his glaze, with Chris punching his hot load deep into my loins. I was a proud slut to intake every drop, swallowing Tomas' sweet load, while Chris buried his. Chris pulled out of me, and I climbed off of Tomas to lay to his left while Chris went into the bathroom.

I had honestly had no intention of getting laid while on this vacation, but encountered one hell of a time with this duo. They didn't hang long since their shifts were over, and I remained naked the rest of the day as I stayed in the suite. I jerked off prior to going to sleep with their scent still rampant in the room. I would purposely put the "do not disturb" sign on the doorknob to keep that status honest.

This was more than needed.