Fiona's Holiday

Fiona's Holiday

By: XtremePlaga

Disclaimer: Fiona Glenanne is a character from a television show called Burn Notice. I make no claim over her (though I wouldn't mind dating the actress that plays her). I make no money from this story. You must be an adult to continue reading.

Author's Notes: Beware of OutOfCharacter situations and general lack of a plot.

Fiona strolled through the crowded streets of Miami, attracting the attention of every man she passed. Her tight, waif figure sang a siren's song that the boys found impossible to ignore. The bright sun shined in her walnut hair; her lightly tanned skin radiating beauty

Bottom line: Fiona looked like a goddess given flesh.

A bright, aquamarine dress cascaded over the mercenary's heavenly body like water. The lucky fabric clung tightly to Fiona's skin, tracing the contours of her body. A pair of bumps on the dress informed anyone who bothered to look that the Irish vixen wasn't wearing a bra.

The hazel-haired beauty was many things. She was a spy, an assassin, a gun-runner and a psychopath; but above all, she was a slut. Fiona knew she was being leered at and she loved it. She craved more of it.

A pair of large sunglasses hid the femme fatale's calculating gaze. She watched the men she passed, judging them based on their looks. For those that passed her test, the brunette smiled seductively and added an extra sway to her hips.

Fiona approached a group of hoodlums, who were all looking right at her. She quickly sized them up; there were five of them, and their postures just screamed of cockiness. At least they were hot, so at least they had that going for them.

“Hey, baby,” said the one Fiona assumed to be the leader of the group. He had long, blond hair, blue eyes, and a deep tan. That, along with the clothes he wore, made him seem like the stereotypical surfer. The blond stepped forward, eying Fiona like a piece of meat.

The brunette smiled as the surfer looked down at her, not even trying to hide the fact that he was staring at her chest. Fiona took a breath to lift up her chest, making sure to give the guy a good view of her assets. Placing her hands on her hips, she adopted a fake frown and said, “My eyes are up here.”

The surfer ignored her, opting instead to circle her like a predator. His eyes roamed up and down the brunette's body, drinking in her beauty. “I like what I see,” he said to himself, licking his lips hungrily.

Fiona looked on amused as the other men surrounded her, cutting off her escape routes. They closed in on her, emboldened by the fact that there was one of her and five of them. “What's your name?” the smallest of the group, whom Fiona dubbed Mouse, asked.

“A real gentleman gives his name out first,” responded the confident girl. They introduced themselves, though Fiona wasn't paying much attention. She had already given them nicknames, so there was no need to learn their names.

The leader was Surfer. The small one was Mouse. The muscular one was Beef. The redhead was Red. And the skinny one was Slim.

Once they were done wasting her time, the Irish vixen introduced herself. “My name is Fiona,” she said as she looked at Surfer, who was just a few inches in front of her. The brunette smiled warmly, inviting the blond to do something.

“Let's go have some fun,” Beef ventured, giving the girl's posterior a good look.

“What type of fun?” she asked, feigning innocence.

Skipping right past subtlety, Surfer grabbed Fiona by the waist and pulled her in close. “We're going to fuck your pussy raw, you little slut,” he whispered into her ear, pressing their bodies close together. Reaching down, the blond gave the mercenary's ass a good squeeze.

“Hey... Watch the hands, mister...” She said as she tried half-heartedly to push him off.

“Don't even try to pretend you're a good girl,” he said as he remained attached to her like a leech. “Look at the outfit you're wearing. You might as well wear a shirt that says, 'Please fuck me'.” Surfer pulled up Fiona's dress, revealing to the other guys the pink thong she wore. “Admit it. You like this.”

Fiona remained quiet as the blond fondled her butt. She enjoyed his touch, thankful to notice that he didn't just paw at her like an amateur would. Finally, she responded, “Mmm... Maybe...” The brunette smiled teasingly at the blue-eyed Adonis that embraced her.

People passed the group by, noticing what was happening but not doing anything to bring attention to it. Knowing that strangers could see her being touched turned on the walnut-haired beauty even further. She wrapped her arms around Surfer's neck, encouraging him to continue.

“Let's go someplace more private,” Mouse said, apparently more conservative than his companion. Surfer shot him a dirty look, but on second thought agreed with his friend.

The six of them piled into a modest, four-door car. Beef took the wheel while Mouse sat on the passenger's seat. The other four were in the back, with Fiona sitting on top of Surfer, who was in the middle of the seat.

The blond grabbed the horny girl's breasts, fondling the orange-sized orbs roughly. Meanwhile, Red and Slim grabbed a leg each, caressing the smooth skin. The brunette opened her legs, making it easier for the pair at her sides.

Abandoning any pretext of innocence, the Irish vixen grabbed Slim's and Red's bulges. She squeezed and rubbed them with her petite hands. Fiona felt them grow hard in her expert hands.

Before long, the car pulled into the garage of a private residence. Though they could have been driving for hours and Fiona wouldn't have noticed anything. She was too blinded by passion as the three men devoted all their attention solely on her.

They headed into the house, which had a bit of a spartan feel to it. The livingroom consisted solely of a big, white couch and a thick Persian rug. No doubt the rug was comfortable enough for someone, or several people, to rest on it.

Fiona sat on the middle of the couch, watching as the boys suddenly became hesitant. “Don't wimp out on me now,” the mercenary said as she spread her legs, giving the group a glimpse of heaven. “Not when I'm already so hot and bothered...”

Beef stepped forward, kneeling before the horny girl, whom licked her lips expectantly. He kissed her knees, working his way up the inside of her leg. Reaching her groin, the muscular man inhaled her musky scent.

“What does she smell like?” Red asked as he gave himself a sexy handshake.

Beef took another whiff, analyzing the smell carefully. Looking back at his buddy, he responded, “She smells great, man. Like a succulent dish.” The large man pulled Fiona's thong to the side, revealing her her wet pussy.

The muscular man stared at the tight little hole, hypnotized by it's beauty. Grabbing the large man by the hair, the mercenary urged him into action. He licked the cunt, savoring Fiona's juices. Enjoying the taste, Beef lapped Fiona's pussy hungrily.

The walnut-haired woman threw her head back and let loose a loud moan. She ran her fingers through the kneeling man's hair. Her body shook with barely contained desire. Every stroke of the tongue made her shiver in ecstasy.

Beef got back up, despite Fiona's vocal protests. All five men got naked, giving the Irish vixen a terrific view of their nudity. Despite some minor differences, all of them were packing some very impressive hardware.

Fiona bit her lower lip lightly, her face displaying a perverse look. Her eyes roamed every inch of flesh; every hot, hard, powerful inch. Inwardly, she thanked the gods that she had gone out for a walk that day.

Slim stepped forward first, his erection swaying lightly with each step he took. The slender girl's eyes remained glued on the member, wanting to touch it with every fiber of her being. Standing right before Fiona, he said in a forceful tone, “Grab it.”

The brunette's small hand encircled the large erection. Grasping it firmly, she pumped the shaft with a back and forth motion. Looking up into Slim's eyes, Fiona saw with pride the look of satisfaction he had in them.

Red stepped forward as well. Grabbing Fiona's empty hand, he guided it towards his own sausage. “Come on, you slut,” he growled out, displaying a distinct lack of respect. “I want you to jerk me off too.”

“Yes, sir,” responded the brunette mockingly. As she obeyed the order. Fiona handjobbed the two men with trained expertise, using her thumbs on the head of each shaft. Within seconds the pair became mere putty in her masterful grasp.

The Irish girl added her mouth into the equation. She alternated between one dick and the other, licking the tip and circling the head with her tongue. The walnut-haired beauty tasted the men, wanting each time more and more.

Surfer came forward, desire guiding his steps. In one smooth motion, he removed the brunette's thong, leaving her hairless pussy exposed. Holding his penis firmly with one hand, the blond rubbed the tip against Fiona's opening.

“Beg for it,” the blond commanded with perverse glee. “Do it, bitch. Ask me to fuck you.”

Not in the mood for theatrics, but horny as hell, Fiona acted out her part. With a loud moan as an intro, she said, “Please fuck me.” She shot him a pleading look; the kind that had lesser men falling over themselves to do whatever she wanted.

“Not good enough!” Surfer shouted, surprising the mercenary with his fiery spirit. “You have to really ask for it...” He said as he prodded her opening with his tool. “Make me believe that you can't go on without it...”

A challenge? The brunette took pride in her seduction skills, which had just been called out. It wasn't just about satisfying her lust anymore, it was about pride. Well, she'd show the blond idiot not to underestimate Fiona Glenanne.

“Oh god, please don't torture me,” the Irish vixen said with a dramatic flair. “Can't you see how wet my pussy is? Oh lord! My whole body is burning up!” Fiona arched her back, unleashing a small whimper. “Please... Won't you put out my fire with your big, throbbing cock?”

All five men were stunned speechless by Fiona's monologue. They looked at each other in disbelieve while she smiled sweetly and waited. “Damn, girl,” said Surfer, coming out of his stupor, “You're really something else...”

Grinning confidently, the brunette responded cryptically, “You have no idea...” Fiona giggled; a dangerous sound under normal circumstances, but seductive to the men. “Now...” Grabbing Surfer's dick, she guided it toward her sex. “... I believe we had a deal.”

The tip went in, barely fitting inside the tight orifice. Fiona closed her eyes, relaxing her muscles so she could fit more of the well-endowed man inside her. With a forceful push, the blond made it the rest of the way into the brunette.

“You've... got a tight one...” Surfer grunted as Fiona's pussy strangled his erection. He pulled back slowly, his thick pecker scraping against the walls of Fiona's love tunnel. With a quick thrust of the hips he pushed back in, repeating the process over and over.

While Surfer fucked her brains out, Fiona jerked off Slim and Red, who were still within her grasp. Meanwhile, Beef and Mouse masturbated lightly while they watched the show. Patiently, they waited for their turns at bat.

Fiona moaned at the top of her lungs as her pussy was pounded mercilessly. Sweat ran down her well-toned boy, making her dress cling to her skin. Slim and Red took off her garment, leaving her fully nude.

The four of them strived towards the same desired goal. Their bodies fueled by a raw, carnal need that demanded satisfaction. Desire dictated every thrust, every touch, every breath they took.

The three men tried their best to keep up with Fiona, who had gone wild with lust. The muscle spasms inside her cunt and her furiously pumping hands made short work of them. It wasn't long before the group reached their limit.

Surfer's dick throbbed as he released his seed inside the mercenary, feeding her hungry flesh the medicine it craved. The sensation of the blond's hot, sticky cum inside her sent the brunette over the edge as well. At the same time, Slim and Red released their loads all over Fiona's petite breasts.

The spent men stepped back, admiring their work. A sweaty, sticky Fiona panted with exhaustion, her hair sticking out in odd ways. Her small chest rose and fell with each breath she took. Looking at Beef and Mouse, the brunette said, “What are you waiting for, an invitation?”

“I call dibs on her ass,” said the smaller of the pair, stepping forward eagerly. Sitting next to the Irish girl, he pulled her over on top of himself. He had her lean forward and raise her hips slightly, giving him a perfect view of her butt.

The short man introduced a digit into Fiona's tightest hole, testing it out. She groaned lightly with pleasure as the finger moved around inside her body. Finding things satisfactory, Mouse had Fiona impale herself on his rod anally.

Fiona and Mouse grunted in unison, their voices intertwining together along with their bodies. Fiona grunted because of the pleasure she received from her ass, bouncing up and down in search of more. Mouse grunted because of how tight the brunette's ass was; it felt like it was trying to rip his thing off.

Beef came forward, positioning himself at the petite girl's main entrance. He shoved his thick member in with one forceful thrust, drawing out a scream from the brunette. Smirking with pride, the muscular man asked, “What's wrong? Is it too big for you? Should I stop?”

“No!” responded Fiona emphatically. “Don't stop!” She moved her hips in sync with the two men, keeping her muscles as tight as possible. “It feels so wonderful... More! Give me more!”

More than happy to do as told, the pair fucked the hazel-haired beauty at the same time. They pulled and pushed, shoved and stirred, exploring her depths. It wasn't long before they gave the mercenary's eager body her second dose of spunk.

For the next few hours, the group rotated themselves in and out of the action. Each one had a shot at all of Fiona's holes, every time finding said hole indescribably tight, even after all the abuse it had endured. Every orgasm was released inside her, oozing out whenever there wasn't something blocking the passage.

Once the action was over, Fiona cleaned herself up and got dressed. “Well... That was fun,” she told the exhausted men. “We should really do this again.” And with that, she was gone; her voracious sexual appetite satisfied for the moment.

-The End-

Author's Notes: I sincerely doubt this story will earn me any accolades, but I still had fun writing it. I did warn you it would be OOC and there would be little to no plot. Well, I hope you liked it.