Beach
Finally, summer. Mistress called me from work and said we’re going to the seaside this weekend. I was given tasks: to find a quiet and suitable hotel, to book a room for two nights, to pack both her things and mine (I mustn’t forget the toys), and we would leave as soon as she got back from work. I completed all my tasks and was ready to go. I drove to the seaside because she was tired, but she didn’t miss the chance to tease me in the car — she loved to flirt with me at every opportunity. After several hours of driving, we arrived in a small, pleasant coastal town, settled into our room, and went out for dinner. In the morning, we couldn’t wait to head to the beach. We found a perfect spot with beach loungers and an umbrella. It was a huge change compared to the heat of the big city.
She told me to spread my thighs on the hot lounger while the sun burned my skin and the wind blew my long hair. I was quite exposed, but I know she likes it when I feel a little uncomfortable. The cold frappé slides in my hand, drips on my chest, down my stomach, while the wet vibrating egg pulsates between my legs. Yes, damn vibrating egg! She controls it through her mobile. The egg inside me shakes my insides like some invisible force - slowly, then roughly, then deeply, then increasingly stronger... and it doesn't stop. I look at her with a pleading gaze, but she’s enjoying herself. I look at the sea, but my vision blurs. Each vibration shatters my sanity. My thighs tremble, my clitoris swells, and my nipples stubbornly seek her tongue. She fucks me in front of everyone, in the rhythm of the waves because she knows my weaknesses. Each new vibration is a new shock, a new tide of pleasure. I imagine her fingers stretching me, scratching me, slapping me, and filling my pussy without mercy, while she says be a good slut and cum for her on the beach in front of everyone, but quietly.
She smiles, whispers to me, “How do you feel?” and at the same time increases the speed, while I feel like I’m about to lose my mind on the beach, surrounded by people. She knows it, but she plays mind games with me. This is so kinky, And she knows it, while others are splashing water in the distance, and couples are carelessly slathering each other with cream, I'm shaking on the edge. That turns me on, but she is turns more than me, because she knows that I am completely under her control. No one knows that I'm grunting with desire, that my body is pulsing like an electric shock. Orgasms tear me apart, one after the other, like a tsunami. I swallow air and cum like a nymphomaniac. The frappé slips from my hand. The book slides off my thigh. I am nothing but a toy. Inside me — an explosion. The waves recede, but the vibrations remain. I have never felt so alive. She looks at me with a smile, “ Good girl, we’ll continue.” “Now go buy yourself a new frappé, and get me a coffee and some mineral water,” she says, handing me money.
This was only the beginning of the first day — I’m sure she has many more surprises in store for me.
She told me to spread my thighs on the hot lounger while the sun burned my skin and the wind blew my long hair. I was quite exposed, but I know she likes it when I feel a little uncomfortable. The cold frappé slides in my hand, drips on my chest, down my stomach, while the wet vibrating egg pulsates between my legs. Yes, damn vibrating egg! She controls it through her mobile. The egg inside me shakes my insides like some invisible force - slowly, then roughly, then deeply, then increasingly stronger... and it doesn't stop. I look at her with a pleading gaze, but she’s enjoying herself. I look at the sea, but my vision blurs. Each vibration shatters my sanity. My thighs tremble, my clitoris swells, and my nipples stubbornly seek her tongue. She fucks me in front of everyone, in the rhythm of the waves because she knows my weaknesses. Each new vibration is a new shock, a new tide of pleasure. I imagine her fingers stretching me, scratching me, slapping me, and filling my pussy without mercy, while she says be a good slut and cum for her on the beach in front of everyone, but quietly.
She smiles, whispers to me, “How do you feel?” and at the same time increases the speed, while I feel like I’m about to lose my mind on the beach, surrounded by people. She knows it, but she plays mind games with me. This is so kinky, And she knows it, while others are splashing water in the distance, and couples are carelessly slathering each other with cream, I'm shaking on the edge. That turns me on, but she is turns more than me, because she knows that I am completely under her control. No one knows that I'm grunting with desire, that my body is pulsing like an electric shock. Orgasms tear me apart, one after the other, like a tsunami. I swallow air and cum like a nymphomaniac. The frappé slips from my hand. The book slides off my thigh. I am nothing but a toy. Inside me — an explosion. The waves recede, but the vibrations remain. I have never felt so alive. She looks at me with a smile, “ Good girl, we’ll continue.” “Now go buy yourself a new frappé, and get me a coffee and some mineral water,” she says, handing me money.
This was only the beginning of the first day — I’m sure she has many more surprises in store for me.
8ヶ月前
