Secretly Spying on the Nanny's Sultry Poolside Gangbang

The air conditioning in Mark’s home office had surrendered hours ago, leaving the room a humid hell of 92 degrees and regret. At 32, he was supposed to be closing Q2 reports, but the only thing closing was his ability to focus. Down by the glittering turquoise pool, 22-year-old Lola was stretched out like a centerfold who’d won the genetic lottery. The new nanny his wife had hired for his stepdaughter was a walking, giggling temptation in a bikini that deserved a restraining order. Two tiny triangles of electric pink fought a losing battle against her heavy, sun-oiled tits, while the bottoms had long since disappeared between the juiciest ass cheeks Mark had seen outside of premium porn.

He told himself he was only glancing. Then three college guys in board shorts strolled through the side gate like they owned the place. Lola squealed with delight, leaping up to hug each of them. Hugs turned into playful ass-grabs and spinning her around so her tits bounced like they were trying to escape gravity. Mark’s cursor blinked accusingly on the spreadsheet. His dick, traitor that it was, thickened against the inside of his shorts and bumped the underside of his laptop with an audible thunk.

“Fuck,” he whispered, scooting his chair back. The movement only made his erection slap the laptop again, harder. He looked like a man being sexually harassed by his own crotch.

Down below, the laughter grew louder. One of the guys—tall, tattooed, with the easy confidence of someone who’d never met a woman he couldn’t charm—popped open a bottle of coconut tanning oil. Lola struck a pose, hands on her hips, chest thrust out.

“Don’t be stingy, Tyler,” she teased. “I want to be shiny.”

Tyler poured a thick stream directly into her cleavage. The oil sluiced down between her breasts, over her belly, and soaked the front of her bikini bottoms until the fabric turned sheer. Mark’s hand drifted into his shorts without permission. He told it to stop. It told him to fuck off and wrapped around his cock instead.

Lola spun slowly as all three guys rubbed her down. Their hands roamed without shame—cupping her tits, sliding oil over the globes of her ass, one bold finger even tracing the cleft between her cheeks until she squealed and slapped the offender’s chest. The slap left a greasy handprint on his pec. Everyone laughed. Mark’s fist pumped faster.

Then the bikini top came off.

It happened so casually Mark almost choked on his own tongue. Lola reached back, plucked the strings, and let the pink triangles flutter to the concrete. Her breasts spilled free—full, round, capped with fat pink nipples already tight from the cool oil and obvious excitement. She cupped them, jiggling them at her friends with a wicked grin.