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2/24/2019 5:26 am
Beach Pride


BEACH PRIDE

The text was concise: “Today is beach day. Be ready 9 AM. You won’t need a suit. You can bring a wrap – no more. And sandals. Your broad straw hat for the sun.” Well, that was easy to prepare. But, no simple wrap. Nothing so simple for me. No A shift of purple voile – tied loosely at waist with teale silk belt wrapped several times around me, with slits up the side so that the shift slips over my thighs as I walk and with a front of two strips that rise to tie behind my back leaving my back and sides open. My large breasts shine from the sides. When He comes, I trip out to the large car, letting the early sun shine through my shift, showing my body. My smile is broad. My eyes sparkle out, “I am ready for you!” I climb in and lean over the center, “I love the beach. I love the sun on me. What a wonderful idea. Give me a kiss!” He pulls me across and while he grabs my breath from my mouth, I let his hands roam over me, slipping on my nipples, across my ass, onto my pussy. Neither of us is surprised that I am so wet, ready to take his two fingers slipping into me, still providing enough slick that the third can enter my ass.

“Take me off now, To the Beach” as I settle back into the broad seat. Heading down the highway, I pull my breasts out and start to rub oil into them. He says, “I will do your thighs. I love your thighs.” I hand over the bottle and pull up my shift. Thighs open, pussy open. He drizzles oil on me and rubs it in slowly as he drives. Then firmer. Then up to my pussy which he rubs. Then slaps. Then rubs and slaps in alternating cycles. Not hard. Not soft. He listens to my moans. Finally he grabs my mound, pushing the heel of his hand on my clit, grinding it. I shake through my come.

Arriving at the beach, we drive along a long narrow road, arriving at a small cove. Private. Quiet but for birds and surf. Clear water. Clean sand. There is a wooden platform with a bench, table and wide, cushioned chair. A gymnast could use the pipe spanning two posts. While He unloads the car, setting the table with food – and TOYS, I wander the cove, slipping into the water, letting the cool liquid soak my shift, making my shift clear as it sticks to my body. I cross to the gym bar, stand between the posts, look into Him. Reaching behind my neck I pull the tie and slip the top from my breasts. I stand there, reaching out to Him with my tits and my hands clasped behind my neck. He crosses to me, walks around me. “Your eyes have fire. Your lips glow. I can devour your neck. I can wrap my mouth on your tits and pull them deep into me. I love your pride. I love the pride you have in your body. I love that you know I want you, that I want to use you. I love that you have the pride to be used by me.” He drops to His knees, brings His mouth to my pussy, tongues me, drinks me. Yes, drinks me because I am flowing now. None of it escapes him. Rising He moves next to my ear: “I love the taste of peanuts.”

My hands lower, pull the silk rope wrapped about my waist, and hold it out to Him. I pull my shift lower so that it drops, pooling between my legs. I reach to the bar and grasp hold tightly, arching my breasts out, then pushing my mound forward to Him, swaying back and forth. He crosses to the table, bringing back oil. His strong hands rub oil all around me, kneading my skin, my flesh. Massaging deep and firm. Making my body pliant and fluid. From the table he brings a flogger. Many falls, soft leather this one I remember. He plays it across my back, over my ass. The sun is strong. My skin is heated. The flogger makes it hotter. I am pushing my ass back, not feeling any pain from the falls, feeling the hurt, the sting, the dwell of heat and hurt which gets more and more intense, making my ass move around, up and down, shifting to meet the falls. From the front, He does the same for my thighs. Wrapping the fall around my skin, across the top and into the middle, the soft middle which he grabs from time to time, pulling and pushing firmly to make me more supple. Playing the falls across my mound, slapping the leather onto my pussy.

He stands behind. Presses against me. I feel his cock hard, slipping along my ass, teasing the crack. Then my tits are pulled out, massaged with firm hands. I arch them forward, nearly toppling as their weight is suspended from my chest into the sun and onto His hands. I arch my ass onto his cock, capturing it between my legs. Now from the front, He moves His mouth onto my tits, nibbling my sides. Nibbling my nipples. I swing my tits with His head held onto my nipples. I am moving with Him, following his mouth and the action of His head. He takes the teale rope, wraps my breasts, tieing them, Binds them firmly. They tauten, become hard, filling my head, my mouth, my cunt with the sensation of my tits being full, being thrust, being beauties for Him. He rubs my breasts, he plays with the nipples, letting my tits adjust to the firm pressure of the rope pushing them outwards, grasping them up and out. The tension is tightened further, firmed more. My breasts are proud signals of the pleasure I provide and proud beacons of the intense pleasure I take in. My mouth forms a smile, a broad smile. I give a deep, satisfied sigh.

He takes a light flogger, with only a few falls, short and narrow. He plays that across my tits. The leather seems to bounce off me: my breasts are that taut. I feel the tightness of the bonds. I spasm, leaking onto my thighs with the scratchy sting of the falls. I sway my body into the strikes. They are not hard, but they feel strong as they slide across my tits. I moan. I whimper, all through this silly smile painted across my mouth. I stand, swaying, with the sun shining on my oiled and sweaty body. I wonder when I will be made to come, when His use of me will send me into release.

From the table he comes with a rope which he ties to the bar. Then he ties a hook, an anal hook. He slowly slips the ball into me, pulls it up and inside of me with the rope. The sensation causes me to shake, causes my fluids to drip from my pussy. He returns with a crop and pats my tits, letting them bounce lightly. The signals from my tits and from my ass are pouring into my pussy. My fluids are seeping down the inside of my thighs.

From the table he returns with a candle in a small bucket. The massage candle is fragrant with scented oil. He cups my breasts. He drizzles the warm oil over my already heated breasts. The oil is rubbed into me. Lightly, then firmly. Lightly and firmly. He has a small wand, plays the vibrating head across my tied and bound breasts. Holds it against my standing nipple. I think I am coming. Continuous cycling of electricity and heat through my core. He holds the wand against my tits while he reaches behind, moving the hook, pushing the ball inside me forward, back, up, down. I am coming, quietly, repeatedly, the smile on my face still broad, my eyes but slits as my concentration is on the thrill in my breasts, the pressure in my ass and the contractions in my cunt.

He backs away. We stare at each other. For both of us, our eyes are hot coals. Our mouths are open and pulling hot air in and out. He pops the ball out of my ass. I feel the pleasure of it leaving. Feel the loss of its pressure in me. I am eased down into the chair. He drops his shorts. His cock is straight, a rod, His Prick. He plunges it into my core. In Out In Out. Wrapping his arms around me, rocking into me, rocking out of me. Holding my breasts into His chest. Reaching with His mouth and taking mine. Reaching with His tongue and taking my eyes. Reaching to wrap my ears, my nose, my mouth with his own moist heat. I feel some of what he must feel around his Prick. Roaring into me with His prick and His tongue. And coming into me as I make my own release, each holding tight onto the other as our bodies rub and merge.

He crosses to the table again as I lay back, eyes just slits, nostrils wide open as I gulp in more air, trying to cool myself with the hot, salty, beach air. On His return He loosens my breasts, lets them fall free, lets the blood surge back into them, making me moan, shake with the sensation. We share cold water, drinking deeply. Pour it over our bodies. Water evaporates before it can roll off to the chair.

He has brought lubrication oil which He applies liberally to my pussy. I hold my legs wide watching intently as he does this. He plays with my clit, he plays his fingers into my pussy. The oil is reaching further into me. His fingers are reaching further into me. Pushing and prodding. Finding more depth with each minute.

He rises up to suckle my tits. He rises further to kiss and nip at my neck. He comes to my mouth and smothers mine with His, reaching His tongue deep in a duel with my own. His fingers are reaching further into me, sliding the palm into me, sliding the thumb into me. Slowly, gently. I begin to push some, pushing stronger with each of his own thrusts. I am determined to take part in this experiment. It is what I have wanted from Him. To be held within my core by Him, even to be lifted from within me by His power. Bigger, broader, stronger than his cock. Now the hand is in, my pussy grabs the wrist holding it, keeping it in. He holds still, letting me adapt to this new sensation. I am full, as full as ever and maybe much more. My eyes are wide. He moves his hand around, scraping over my bumps and stretching my corners. He moves back, then forward, calmly, firmly. He lifts His mouth from mine. I break into a broad, wide, pleasured smile: I finally have done it, had His hand enter me and fill me as full as ever He could.

His mouth moves lower, suckling on my tits, finally coming to my clit. My clit which is nearly popping off of me. He covers it and licks it gently. I faintly hear a buzz. He has the wand. The vibrating head is touched to my clit, pressed onto it. I begin to come, deeply and profoundly and widely throughout my core. After a while, my arms and legs fall out, leaving me open and relaxed. My breasts fall against my chest, rising and falling as I take deep breaths. He pulls his hand slowly from inside me. He holds me tight. He rubs my skin, slowing the effect of the air trying to cool me down. He tells me that He is very proud of me. That I am all the woman that He could ever need. That He never wishes to stop needing me. He tells me that my acceptance of Him using me is a wonderful gift. He vows that I am His Woman to use and to pleasure.


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