Sometimes you just don’t have time for that long, slow loving, so you have to settle for a quick nut.
I’d gone off on my own to explore. Leaving Sarah and my friends to soak up the Coronas and rays without me. I knew that parts of the beach were private and off limits to tourists, but I figured if I got caught in the wrong place I’d play dumb and the worst that could happen is I’d be told to leave.
I was a couple of miles from the resort, basking in the solitude. Nothing but white sand, lush green foliage and blue waves to keep me company. I came to an area of the beach where large boulders were strewn from the tree line out onto the sand as if a giant child had been playing with them and then been suddenly called home for dinner, leaving them helter-skelter on the beach.
I turned away from the surf’s edge to see what lay among these huge stones, what secrets they may be guarding. After a few twists and turns I came upon an area of open sand walled in by the tall stones. A worn path disappeared between two of the huge crags at the back and into the dense rainforest. A sea blue blanket lay out in the sunshine accompanied by a small basket and an unopened beach umbrella. Someone was probably nearby so I decided to make myself scarce.
When I turned to head back out the way I’d come it was blocked by a beautiful woman. She was not smiling as she said,
“Welcome to my beach…bitch.”
“Oh! Hi…I was just leaving. I seem to be lost…I’m staying at the resort and went for a walk and kind of lost track of where I was and…” She continued to look at me sternly. “…and well…I’ll just be going.” I started toward her since it was the only way back out to the beach. As I got closer to her I realized that she was a big girl. A several inches taller than me, ten or fifteen years younger than me, and in way better shape. She stepped sideways to block my exit and that was when I noticed the bulge in her swimsuit.
“Not so fast, bitch. You don’t just wander in here and then leave like you own the place.” I looked up into her hard eyes and my stomach dropped. Things were going south fast. I needed to turn on the charm and talk my way out of this. I put on my best girl melting smile and said,
“Listen, I didn’t mean anything. I was just doing a little harmless exploring. I didn’t touch your stuff. No harm, no foul. Now, please just let me go and I’ll be sure to stay away from here the rest of the vacation.” Her expression didn’t change.
“It’s not that simple bitch. You’ve trespassed. You’re someplace you were not invited and now you must pay the price.” I swallowed hard. Time to beg.
“Please! Please! Don’t call the cops! They’ll throw me in jail and I don’t have the money for bail or bribes or whatever it’s going to take to get out!” I hung my head and noticed her bulge looked bigger. Uh-oh.
“I don’t call the cops. Here at Ms. Campanello’s island home I am the cops and I can deal with you any way I choose. Tell me bitch, are you a virgin?” My head snapped up.
“What? Virgin? No! I’ve been with plenty of girls!” Her eyes narrowed.
“Not your pencil dick. Your ass.”
“You are. You’re a virgin. I can feel it in my balls. I haven’t had a nice, tight virgin ass in a long time.” She pulled her right hand off her hip and rubbed her growing bulge as the outline of a very impressive penis began to show. She made a little kissy face and informed me. “I’m going to take your virginity for trespassing.” Her fingers lightly played over the bulge as she looked me in the eye and said, “Time to pay, bitch.” I bolted for the path leading into the forest.
I used to be a pretty fair sprinter in high school, but the sun has set on those days. I didn’t make it more than half way across the open sand when she tackled me from behind and I went down like a sack of potatoes. She landed on me and the weight of her body forced the breath from me in a whoosh. I tried to struggle, but all I could do was gasp like a fish pulled from the surf and tossed on the sand. She knelt astraddle my legs, one big hand in the middle of my back as she shucked my board shorts off my ass. My virgin ass. I felt her moving around then heard her spit several times. The next thing I knew something hard and slippery with that spit was between my ass cheeks. Fingers gripped one cheek and pulled it over so that slippery tip could find my hole and then the invasion began.
Pressure and pain built as this Amazonian woman began to penetrate me. It felt like she was trying to shove her fist up my ass instead of her cock head.
“I knew you were a virgin! This is going to feel so damn good.” She stopped for a second and when I heard her spit this time I felt it drop on my tightly clenched sphincter. She renewed her assault. “Relax and give this ass to me. It’s the price you’re paying for trespassing.” She pushed hard and my breath came back all at once.
“Yea, bitch! Yell it out!” She pushed hard again and my ass surrendered. I felt her open me up and sink into me. “Oh! So tight! So fucking tight! You may have to pay several times with an ass this good!” She didn’t wait for me to adjust to her, she simply started fucking me. At first all I could focus on was the fullness. How she filled me. How her being inside me made me feel. I’d never known what it was like to taken like this, to be subjugated to her will. All the while she talked to me. “You’ve got a nice ass bitch, and it’s my ass. When you brought it on this property you gave it over to me. You might as well have walked in here, dropped your shorts and bent over for me. It’s likes my cock too. It keeps squeezing it, milking it, it wants my cum in it.”
As she talked I began to notice other things. How she was gripping me, how her tits were grinding into my back, how her legs were smooth against mine. Then she changed the angle of her attack and her cock head started to pound my prostate. I didn’t know if I was going to piss in the sand or cum, but this new feeling overwhelmed me. My head was spinning with this experience. I’d always been drawn to bossy girls, but this girl was the ultimate version of a bossy girl. As she hammered my prostate she taunted me.
“I’m good at this bitch. I’m stroking against your hard little prostate and I can almost always make a guy cum when I fuck him like this. Moan for me bitch, moan and let me know you appreciate my style of fucking!” I was moaning. I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt like this before. “I feel your ass squeezing my cock. You’re going to cum soon and when you do I’m going to unload in your ass. You’re going to be my bitch. I hope you didn’t bring a girlfriend on vacation, cause you’re my bitch boy for the rest of your stay.”
Between the things she was saying and her dick pummeling my helpless ass I was lost in a submissive fog I never wanted to find my way out of. Suddenly my body betrayed me and an orgasm rolled through me like a high balling freight train.
“OH FUCK!!! OH MY FUCKING….OH MY….FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!” I filled my board shorts with cum.
“YEAH BITCH!!! Put another notch in my lipstick case! I’m making you blow your load in your shorts!” She pounded me harder than ever as she closed in on her own orgasm. Then it happened. She exploded deep inside me. “Ooooo, you’re my bitch now! My cum is filling you up and making you mine! Oh yeah! This is some nice ass! Good and tight and begging for more of my cock!” She jerked a couple of times as the last of her cum dribbled into me. She leaned in close to my ear and bit it. I yelped in pain as she said. “Well my little bitch. You’re mine now. You’re going to spend the rest of your vacation with my dick in you.”
She got up off of me and deftly tucked her cock back into her swim suit. She adjusted it so that the bulge was very prominent then reached her hand down to me. I took it and when she pulled me to my feet sand was stuck to the wet spot on the front of my shorts. As soon as I pulled them back up onto my hips she took my hand and started pulling me toward the beach. I bulked and asked,
“Where are we going?” She turned back and smiled sweetly as she told me.
“I’m taking you back to the resort.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that. I’m sure I can find my way back on my own, but thanks for the offer.” Her smile grew.
“Oh my little bitch. I’m not taking you back to stay, I’m taking you back to get your shit and let your friends know where you are. Then I’m bring you back here and your going to spend the rest of the week around my dick.” My face turned white. She rubbed the bulge in her swim suit and added, “I’m sure you’re friends want to know what happened to you.” The image of her pulling me by my hand up to my friends and fiancé with that bulge in her suit made my gut go cold.
“I can’t. We can’t! Sarah can’t see…”
“Oh we can and we will. Now come on.”
Taking my hand she pulled me from the protection of the surrounding boulders and back toward my friends and fiancé and my life was changed forever.
You’re a busy guy. Running all over the office, doing the bidding of your beautiful boss who seems to delight in ordering you around. While in the copier room you drop a big project on the floor. Paper goes everywhere so you scramble to pick it up. As you’re piling the sheets in front of you, you hear the copier room door close and lock. Then out of the corner of your eye you see this…
Got to share this one too. I just love captions!
Not my caption, but I still dig it and wanted to share it.
My buddy Denis had moved away to Los Angeles a few years ago to work as a voice over artist and now he was back in Ohio for his wedding to Jackie, a woman he’d met out there. Even though I’d hardly talked to him while he was in Cali he’d tapped me to be a groomsman. His brother Tim was the best man and I was honored to even be asked, though I was a little concerned about my tux rental fees.
Jackie had brought along her friend Carol, who was going to be her maid of honor. She was beautiful and exotic. Like no other woman I’d ever met. When we were introduced her firm grip as we shook hands might have alerted me that something about her was different, but I was too busy drowning in her eyes to notice anything else. All that magic vanished as soon as Carol opened her mouth. She was bossy and demanding. Taking charge of everything and acting like it was her wedding instead of Denis and Jackie’s. Carol acted more like an overbearing bridezilla than a bridesmaid and it aggravated me to no end; and excited me too, just a little. It seemed like every time she opened her mouth what came out was ‘I want…’. I want the flowers arranged like this, I want the music to be this, I want the food served at this time, I want the DJ to play this song. I want, I want, I WANT!
Neither Denis or Jackie argued with her. They put up no fight, acquiescing to her every want. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and blew up on their behalf.
“What’s your deal Carol? You act like this is your wedding! This is supposed to be Denis and Jackie’s big day and you won’t let them have a single word about what they want! You need to back off!” Denis grabbed my shoulder.
“Andy, cool off. It’s no big deal. Carol’s kind of….well, our wedding planner.” I turned to him.
“I’m no wedding expert, but even on tv the wedding planner askes the couple what they want.” I pulled my shoulder from his grasp and stalked off while they whispered behind me.
The big day had arrived and we were all at the wedding venue. The ceremony was to take place in the main hall and then the hall would be converted for the reception dinner and dancing. I was in the hall early since I could just imagine the horror of a flat tire or something making me late.
I had cooled off over night, figuring what the heck, if Jackie and Denis were ok with how Carol was acting what should I care? But as soon as I walked in Carol’s voice grated across everyone of my nerves with another ‘I want.’ I felt my face flush with anger and it took all my effort to choke back my retort. Carol turned to me and with one look could tell I was on the verge of another explosion. She held up a finger in my face and said,
“Hold on Andy. I understand why you’re upset, but you don’t know the whole story. Meet me in the women’s dressing room in two minutes and I’ll explain everything.” She didn’t wait for an answer, she simply strode away. Even through my anger I had to admire how she looked in that short pink bridesmaid dress, but then I figured she’d probably picked it out so it should look good on her. I didn’t wait the full two minutes.
The door banged when I pushed it open a little too hard and led into a short ten foot hallway that ended in one corner of the room. There were two walls of windows covered by closed venetian blinds. Carol stood with one hand on a window frame and the other on her hip. Protruding from under the hem of her dress was a very impressive penis.
“What the…..” I started, but she cut me off.
“I’m a tgirl Andy, and Denis and Jackie belong to me. They came to me as boyfriend and girlfriend looking for something exotic in their sexual relationship. Now I’m their Mistress. Denis is locked in Chastity and serves both Jackie and me. It was my idea that they get married and I’m paying for everything so also I’m calling all the shots. In a way this is my wedding, the one I dream of having. Now, will you please back the fuck off?”
I’m a strange combination of mesmerized, excited and disgusted. My eyes drifted down to the cock poking out from under her dress and I unconsciously licked my lips. She watched my reaction. Having seen that look on many other men’s faces she knew I was drawn to her cock like the guy driving slowly past a car accident. Horrified and yet, unable to look away. She said softly,
“You can come closer if you want.” I glanced back up to her eyes. Her eyelids were low and her chest was rising and falling with excitement. I could feel she wanted me closer. I moved toward her until I was within arms reach. “It’s pretty big.” She whispered. “Bigger than average and most guys can’t measure up to it. You want to try your luck?”
When I didn’t move she did it for me. Unzipping my tux pants and fishing my cock out she dropped to her knees and swallowed me. I grew quickly under her expert ministrations as she did things with her tongue that I didn’t even know were possible. No woman or girl had ever brought me this much pleasure with their mouth. Even though I was fully hard she kept sucking and teasing me, taking me down the back of her throat easily.
Her eyes were closed as the perfect O of her mouth slid along my rigid length. One hand was on my hip and the other was working between her thighs. I was starting to thrust my hips, close to an orgasm when she pulled off and stood in front of me. Our cocks bumped and she grabbed them in one hand and squeezed them as she ground them together. Her face was close to mine as she said,
“Well lookie here. Looks like you’re the winner Andy. Do you want to claim your prize?” She turned and rubbed her ass along the length of my aching cock. Only the string of her thong protected her opening and she pulled it aside as she took my cock and rubbed the tip over the puckered closure. All that saliva made it easy for her to back up onto me and she expertly opened up took me with a soft moan.
I was frozen in place. Trapped under the spell she had cast with that incredible mouth and now held in place by her tight ass. She was gripping and squeezing me in ways no pussy ever had or could. She let out a low guttural growl,
“Now fuck me Andy. Pound all your pent up anger me into me! Make me pay for how I’ve treated your friend.”
I thought, ‘She’s right! I should make her pay for how she’s treating Denis and Jackie!’ I thrust hard into her ass and that first slap echoed around the room. I gave her another and was rewarded with her bearing down around my punishing cock. Then I lost it. I pounded her ass with everything I had as the sex sounds reverberated around the room. I squeezed her tits through her dress and abused her behind in a hailstorm of thrusts as she moaned encouragement for me to be rougher, to really punish her. I pulled her hair and gripped her shoulder so hard she knew I was about to cum.
“Cum in me!” She cried. “Cum in me and make me pay!”
I arched my back, buried my cock in her contracting ass and exploded. Everything poured out of me. All of my frustrations, my angst and my anger shot into her, over and over. Through it all her ass quivered and milked my cock.
When it was over she stood up, keeping my cock in her as she leaned into my chest. Carol pulled my lips down and kissed me softly. I think if she’d been a cat she’d have been purring. I looked down her front to her hard cock. It was a dark redish purple and a strand of precum dangled from the tip. I started to reach for it, but she grabbed my hand.
“No Andy. That’s for Jackie and Denis. I’m going to consummate their marriage tonight and I want it to be special. I’m going to put a big load in Jackie who went off her birth control a month ago and Denis is going to suck it out. If he doesn’t do a good job she’ll be having my baby.” I pulled my hand away and she gave me another soft kiss. “You’ve must come visit us in L.A., after the honeymoon. Please say you will. After all, I need to return this favor. You and I will be equals and I will take you to places of pleasure you’ve never dream of before.”
“Sure. I’ll come out.” Carol pulled off of me and started to adjust her dress.
“You better leave me so I can ready again. I won’t go soft with you in the room with me.”
I left her to get ready and as I was waiting for the wedding to start I began looking for flights to L.A. and I wondered what kind of job I could get in Tensile Town.
Not my caption, but I love the implications. I would love to blow my wife before she went to work!
I wake up in a pile of rumpled sheets. The dark maroon color stark against my white skin. From the depths of the evening before floats up the complement. ‘I like the contrast…’ But I can’t grasp the rest through the fog in my brain. The house is quiet and I’m alone. I recall passion. Fingers gripping tightly. Hungry mouths devouring acres of skin. Deep grunts of satisfaction and moans of pleasure. Squeals of delight. Then another hazy memory from the depths, ‘were those my squeals?’ As I shake my head in an attempt to focus the room spins a little.
I gently roll out of the rumpled cotton field of dreams, driven by the need to urinate. Warm feet on cold tile helps me focus. I stand over a shiny white bowl as my distended bladder shrinks. Glancing to the left I see a double sink with a huge mirror over it. There is another flash of memory. Of the reflection of pale hands running over my torso. Whispers of admiration; then of lust and need. I am bent over the sink and an angelic face floats behind me in the mirror. A grimace of lust painted on it. I feel the color drain from my face as the memory coalesces. Looking down I see the beginnings of bruises on the front of my thighs. In my ears echo the cry of that angel as she is satisfied. Clinching my sphincter creates a dull ache that has never been there before.
The smell of back coffee draws me toward the kitchen and I slip on my cargo shorts to seek it out. I enter the transitional area between the kitchen and dining room and my eye is drawn to the sliding glass door that looks onto the deck. There stands the angel from the reflection. I flash back to her in the club. In that skin tight red dress she stood out like a flower in a field of noxious weeds. Images of her moving and dancing, a mermaid in a sea of fish, fill my head. Drinks flowed. There is an image of a dark place where the thump of the music has become a dull throb. Of looking up at her from my knees as I push the red line of her hem up creamy thighs. I remember her fingers curled in my hair as I gag and cough with her release. On the deck she turns and catches me staring at her. She looks surprised. I move toward her, the glass whispers aside and join her.
“Good morning.” She leans in and kisses my lips in an easy familiar way.
“Mornin” I mumble back. An awakward silence steps between us and hangs there till I nudge it out of the way. “About last night….” she intercedes.
“I’m sooo sorry! I just get so carried away sometimes! I like to think of it as being passionate, but I guess sometimes….” She trails off knowing that nothing flattering can follow that statement. She changes gears. “Actually, I’m a little surprised you’re still here. Most guys after a night like last night slink out the front door as soon as I come out here to give them an opening.” Her eyes drop to the deck. I’m acutely aware of her curves beneath the robe. “I guess I should be flattered that you at least had the nerve to come out here to say goodbye.” More and more of the previous evening is coming to light. The condition of the sheets makes perfect sense now. Her eyes return to me, hopeful, but resigned.
“I had an amazing night! Best of my life!” I tell her in a breathy rush and wonder blossoms over her face.
“Truly?” I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. “You didn’t come out here to tell me goodbye?” I shake my head. She unties the belt and pulls her robe open. The knowing look on her face says it all. She has finally found her match. “Well then, let’s not waste anymore time talking.” I look into the back yards of the other houses.
“What about your neighbors?” She smirks.
“The neighbors already know all about me.”