Anna Maria Island (11 page)

"What a welcome!" he said
with a hint of feigned surprise and genuine delight. He found and gently tugged
the ring affixed to the beads that were deep within me. I felt them shift in my
cunt. Reflexively, I tightened and gripped them. The force held them tight and
resisted his tugging.

"Feel that?" I asked, as
I retracted the slippery bead back inside. "I've been practicing for
you."

"Jeez, you're
incredible." He kissed my lower back and over my bare ass cheeks.

"Fuck me, I need you to fuck
me," I implored as he kissed lower. I arched my back and spread my legs
wider. I tried to present my aching pussy to his darting tongue. He found my
glistening clit like a pearl throbbing between my swollen folds. He lingered on
my welcoming entrance. He moved back to explore and rim my back door. I
squirmed with excitement. "Fuck me!" I almost pleaded with
uncontrolled cravings for his cock. The rhythm of increasingly sexual weekends
and accumulating desire during the weekdays brought me to new levels of
boldness. The routines of working around the house, watching TV, and back to
working had really become routines of exercise to ready for sex. My summer at
the beach house exceeded our wildest expectations. My pleadings to be fucked
were blatant demonstrations of how much I had changed. Weeks ago, I was a
stressed and anxious teacher preoccupied with my job. Now I was a courtesan for
my king.

He tugged at the ring and one of
the beads slipped outward. I quivered as it exited my cunt. "Oh
fuck," I nearly shouted. "I've held them in for hours." He
growled some wolf-like sound. He held the bead, and I remained splayed on the
couch. No modesty constrained my pose. I knew he was watching my cunt grip the
string of beads. My back door was glistening wet. I felt a slight quiver
radiate between my legs as his fingertip landed on my anus. He pressed the
slippery bead back inside my burning cunt. As he did, his finger slipped into
my ass. Reflexively, both holes tightened and gripped the insertions. I moaned
and clutched the pillows on the couch. I pulled one under me, downward past my
dangling breasts and bunched it under my hips.

Gripping the couch and arching my
back, blatantly exposed everything to him. I felt nasty, in a very good way,
and lost all inhibitions. They slid away as ferocious desire, barely pent up
during the week, exploded to the surface. The burning sensation between my legs
was phenomenal. His finger was deep in my ass as he tugged the first bead back
out, I felt his finger press downwards. He was pressing within my ass and
finding the hardness of the second bead poised at the opening of my cunt. I
nearly fainted as his finger slipped from my ass.

"How does that feel?" he
asked from his position between my spread legs. With one hand, he held the
first bead and gently tugged; his other hand caressed my ass cheeks and probed
between them. I turned my face and rested my head on the crumpled pillow. The
urge to be fucked was nearly overwhelming. But his fascination with my response
to his toying held me in its sway.

"It feels sooo nasty," I
said as his finger reentered my anus. "You like what you see, baby?"
I asked, as I nudged my legs wider apart and clenched the beads and his finger.
"Feel that?!" I gasped. He groaned as my sphincter contracted around
his finger, and the beads shifted under the grip of my well conditioned cunt.

I tilted my head backwards trying
to see the look on his face. His gaze was intent on my most delicate pink
areas. "Slip your finger from my ass, slowly." I gasped reflexively
as he did. "I feel every inch!" He leaned forwards on the couch
resting his face on my ass cheeks. His face was rough with a short scratchy
beard. I liked the feel. His finger fucked my ass testing my tightness as he
slowly withdrew the beads. As each one exited my cunt, I felt him feel it
through the thin wall with his finger. I came explosively. Knowing he was
watching made it more powerful. His finger remained inside as the last bead
slipped free. It was very nearly too intense, and I moaned and whimpered
incoherently. Gasping and giggling, I was relieved when his finger slipped from
my ass. "Oh gawd," I giggled breathlessly. "I've been dreaming
of fucking all week. I'm such a slut for you." My panting continued. A few
deep breaths brought me back to earth. I regained control as the burning
sensations subsided to where I could think again. "It's your turn, as soon
as my head stops spinning." Tears wet my cheeks as I caught my breath.

I gathered my legs and curled on
the couch. Rolling to my side I sat upright and fell into his arms. He was
still dressed in slacks and a shirt. "Fuck, I didn't want to come so
fast." I whispered. My voice sounded weak. I finally cleared my head as he
held me.

"My king, do you like me this
way?"

I kissed his face as he exclaimed,
“Oh, fuck yeah! Waiting for me like this is fantastic." I started to
unbutton his shirt. He moved to help but I held his hand back.

"Let me." He watched as
his wife prepared for his pleasure. I unfastened several buttons and reached
inside to feel his hot chest. "You feel great." I groaned as I kissed
down his neck to his chest. "I missed you so much this week." All
thoughts of the party with the cyclists on the beach were gone. His chest was
hot and smooth. I tasted his nipples, then unbuttoned and kissed lower.

"All week, work is a
grind," he sighed. "I can't wait for the weekend for this." He
patted my bare ass. "Unbelievable," he murmured. His hand ran down
over the fishnets, then back to my bare ass. I licked his taut belly.

"Those pics you sent me were
incredible!" I rose upright, straightened my back and jutted my tits for
his inspection. Shaking my shoulders, I jiggled them reminding us both of the
pic I emailed him of me topless on the deck. "You didn't show them to your
buddies, did you?" I asked teasingly. I wondered if he heard a subtle
indication that he could, and it would be all right by me. He cupped one tit
and gently tugged it. The other followed in tandem motion. I liked how he
played with them. He stroked over my tits and across my defined abs to feel the
benefits of my exercising.

"You've gotten in great
shape," he whispered admiringly.

A feeling of guilt tinged my lust.
I spent the weeks tanning, exercising, and readying for him. My summer had come
to focus on pleasure and lust. He enjoyed every drop on the weekends, but while
he worked I was immersed in sensuality and eroticism. The beads rolled from the
couch and clattered onto the floor. I chuckled, "My lord, they get lots of
use when you are away." I kissed his ear. "I'm training my cunt for
you." He squeezed my tit and exhaled a deep hot breath.

"My king, I want to make you
happy." I kissed and nibbled his earlobe.

"Jeez, this summer you've been
unbelievable," he said, as his hand cupped my ass and felt the wetness
between my very swollen dangling labia.

"Can I suck my king's cock?
Before he fucks me?" My expression revealed genuine desire. He tilted his
head and nodded, awaiting his wife. I unfastened the last of his shirt buttons
and undid his slacks. To my delight he wasn't wearing underwear. His hot cock
sprung free as I unzipped him.

I kissed down his chest which was
fully exposed by his open shirt. Arriving at his shaft, I felt his pubes tingle
my face and then engulfed him as deep as I could, keeping my lips and mouth
soft. I lifted off and smiled appreciatively. Rising up from his trembling phallus,
I cast my gaze upwards, my breasts hanging low just over his cock. He focused
on me with piercing eyes. "Did that feel like my cunt?" I asked
hopefully. My parted lips pursed in readiness. I saw a flash of excitement as
he recalled my earlier attempts to test if he could feel the difference. I
jiggled and swayed my tits to flip over his cock. "They missed you!"
I explained playfully.

I grasped the base of his cock and
squeezed. His member swelled and pulsed in my grip. The head looked like a
swollen plum. "I adore this," I moaned as I sucked for his cream. He
spread his arms along the back and arm of the couch. I softened and firmed my
lips, hoping it felt like my now well-conditioned cunt.

I lifted off. "You look
uncomfortable in these clothes," I said with surprise. "My king, let
me undress you." He laughed as I helped him slip off his shirt. He kicked
off his shoes, and I tugged down his slacks. "Better," I announced as
I looked at him stretched nude along the couch. I positioned pillows behind him
to support him in imperial fashion.

The king's saliva-coated lance
tilted towards his chest and trembled with excitement. Wenches in the kingdom
would claw and scratch to assume my position. I returned to my adorations. The
king indicated his approval by placing a hand on my head and guiding my
movements.

The air was warm and heavy. A light
sheen of perspiration gleamed on our bodies. My entire body seethed with
passion. The almost too intense sensations had subsided but not ceased.
Feelings of hot, wet desire were all encompassing. In the dimly lit room we
tangled in slick embrace. His slippery cock slid effortlessly to the back of my
throat. I was getting better at deep throating him. The sensations of servicing
him were powerfully satisfying for me. I lifted off and pressed my face to his
balls. They were hot, full, and nestled high to his cock. I knew he was close.
I kissed the crease along his leg and abdomen. He smelled like sex. He held my
head, and my face was made slick by his slippery shaft that flipped across my
cheeks. My hair tangled in his lance. In some stories, I read women described
themselves as “cock-sluts”; I knew exactly what they meant.

I lifted off and cleared my throat.
The heat was making me groggy. "Your cream is sticky," I confided
with a giggle. I sat up and moved next to him. My auburn hair was mussed, and
some was pasted to the wet streaks on my face. My makeup was smeared. I know I
looked like a slut. The fishnets and pearls suggested a full range of options.
I loved the animal lust in his eyes. It fed my eagerness to please him. The
label of  “cum-slut” occurred to me, and I accepted the title.

"My lord, did I look like this
on the beach when you fucked my mouth last Sunday?" A wishful tone in my
voice and inviting eyes conveyed my emotion.

"Fuck, yeah!" he
exclaimed. "The fishnets are so nasty. Those earrings and necklace are
gorgeous," he announced as he inspected his courtesan.

"My aunt's," I confessed.
"The pearls that is," explaining my reference. "You can give me
your pearl necklace on the beach." I snuggled closer still holding his
cock. "I made myself come a few times this week thinking of us on the
beach," I confessed. The idea of being watched had ignited my imagination.
Would he want to see me smeared with his come on the beach? I admitted my
nastiest thoughts to him and saw his cock swell with interest.

Hunching my legs, I brought my feet
up on the couch. "Watch baby," I whispered as I slowly dripped oil on
my belly. He moved, and I shifted to afford him a view. I poured one, then a
second, and a final splash of oil onto my cunt. My labia were slippery and hot.
Now they were drenched. I poured a good dollop on the palm of one hand and
placed the oil bottle on the coffee table. I coated his cock with the oil. The
streaming extras that dripped downwards, I massaged onto his balls.

I positioned myself over him and
lowered. Grasping his cock, I slipped him effortlessly into my soppy, oiled
cunt. He lay back letting me pace the action. I lowered my weight to him and
felt my labia touch the base of his cock and reach for his tightened balls. I
held my body still and gently massaged him with just my pelvic muscles.
"Mouth or cunt?" I asked teasingly.

"Mouth," he teased back.
I clenched my vagina and gently lifted, then relaxed and sank back.

"You want more of that when I
blow you?" I pressed down and leaned forward, jiggling my breasts for him.
"At the beach, you wanna come on these?" I invited this fantasy to
come true as I cupped my tits. He moaned and I felt his cock shudder. Just
nasty talk and my quivering cunt were getting him off. I enjoyed the subtle
power of my nastiness. It felt good to please him. My words welled up from some
storage locker of deepest cravings. The book of erotic stories gave me a lot of
inspiration.

Positioned over him, my legs were
splayed wide. His body stretched between them as I firmly pressed down on him.
My cycling and Keel exercise had strengthened me so I could control my
movements. Lifting gently to release an inch or so of his shaft, I wiggled my
hips, subtly massaging his cock. He craned his neck to see his cock all but
buried in my flaring lips. Lowering, I leaned forward and pressed on his pubic
bone. His cock shuddered again.

I leaned forward and braced myself 
by outstretching my arms to rest on the arm of the couch behind his shoulders.
My tits were dangling over his face. Arching my back enabled a new pressure on
his cock. Leaning forward, I pressed my tits to his face. He moaned, "I'm
so fucking close, baby." He licked and nibbled my nipples.

"Suck them baby," I
moaned. "Harder." He did and drew one, then the other, nipple into
his mouth. I felt his teeth close on each in turn. It hurt a little in a very
good way.

I held still, feeling his bites and
his hot breath on my chest and neck. I relaxed my cunt muscles hoping to extend
his build up. He repositioned a little but mostly lay back silently throbbing
beneath me.

"Let me make you come my lord.
Just like this." I pressed down on him. "Feel my cunt?" I
squeezed and relaxed and smoothly thrust on his bone. It was almost automatic.
My cunt rippled over every inch. Just the mere thought of tightening heightened
the pulses that were like waves around his upright post. The sensations
centered on my cunt and nipples radiated throughout me. His cock was hard and
swelling in resistance to my pulsing grip. In the sticky heat of our position,
I gently swayed on his cock. The sensations built. Fires centered between our
legs. My orgasm earlier had released much pent-up tension. Now, more relaxed, I
felt the more subtle waves building towards yet another.