I barely remember taking the elevator to my room. I awoke late the next morning from a deep sleep, naked in the cool sheets of my plush bed. The quiet sounds of waves lapped the shore below. I couldn’t remember being more relaxed. My body tingled and felt alive. I smiled. As good as the day before was, I knew I was waking up to my last full day of this trip. It was time to take things to another level. I opened the app again, this time looking for something more specific.
It didn’t take long to secure a date with the kind of guy, or fuck, I knew I wanted to complete my trip with. Once scheduled, I had several hours to enjoy myself at the pool and on the beach. Like the day before, drinks and attention came easily. I felt wonderfully slutty and sexy, taking full advantage of the opportunities given.
My favorite was accepting a drink from a young semi-muscular, dark-haired guy who wasn’t more than twenty-five. He was wearing a tank top and a swimsuit. I watched out of the corner of my skilled eye as he worked up the nerve to ask. It was also very obvious, by his nerves and the way he looked at me, what he really wanted. I seized the opportunity.
We talked for a few minutes, sitting next to the pool as I drank my Margarita and he drank his beer. The conversation quickly turned to what was on both of our minds.
“I’m just here for a long weekend of partying,” I said, “to selfishly spoil and enjoy myself.” I looked down at his body, lingering my gaze on his cock. “Want to take a walk?” I asked, with a nod toward the beach.
“Uh, yeah,” he said. The movement of his cock beneath his swimsuit confirmed the interest he already showed on his face.
“You ever fuck in the ocean?” I asked as we walked along the beach, close enough to the water for our feet to get wet with each wave that rolled in.
“No,” he confessed. “Always wanted to.”
Without a word, I turned toward the waves and started walking into the water.
“Are you shittin’ me?” he asked, following me. “Right here? Now?”
I answered without words, only by reaching down to grope the front of his swimsuit. His cock was firm. I grabbed hold of it and pulled him toward me as I continued to walk into the water.
“Fuck, yes,” he said.
We moved deeper into the ocean, until the water came to just below my tits. I untied my bikini bottoms and tied the string around my bikini top, to make sure it wasn’t lost in the current. He pressed his body against me, and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head, letting his lips connect with my neck. I reached down with both hands and pushed his swimsuit down. I lifted my right foot and pushed it all the way down to his feet, while taking hold of his cock with my right hand.
“So nice and big,” I complimented. “Now, do exactly as I say.” I stroked his cock with my hands a few times before bringing my long legs up to wrap around his body.
“Oh, shit,” he said.
I stroked my pussy with his cock, using him to bring myself toward climax. The rhythm of the waves moved us back and forth in the water. He did everything he could to hold us steady, while I teased, stroked and used his cock for my own pleasure.
“Hold me here,” I whispered in his hear. “I’m going to fuck you.”
“Fuck, yes,” he said, in disbelief this was happening.
I lowered so his cock head pressed against my folds, before plunging him deep into me.
“Yes!” he yelled out loud, his voice muffled by the waves.
I rocked my body on him, fucking him slowly, and using him to bring myself toward impending climax.
“I’m going to cum!” he said.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare cum yet,” I ordered. I immediately pulled off.
“Oh, please. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” he begged.
I pressed the head of his cock against my slit again, circling my clit to bring me to the very edge of climax.
“Oh please,” he begged. “Please fuck me again.” His right hand moved up to cup my left tit.
I smiled at him as I moved his cock back into position and filled myself with his manhood. I mercilessly rode him, letting the waves help raise and lower myself on him. I dug my fingernails into his back as my body suddenly quaked with pleasure and the orgasm rocked my body. I continued to fuck him, stretching my climax as long as I could.
“Oh fuck!” he yelled, announcing what his tense body and face already told.
I pulled off, just as white semen filled the water between our bodies.
“Oh please, please don’t stop!” he begged. “Fuck me!”
I reached down and graciously stroked his cock, emptying him into the salty water around us.
“Hmmm,” I said, reaching up to untie my bikini bottom from my top and putting it back on. “Now you can check that off your list.” My feet stood on the sandbar as the waves continued their endless rhythm. “Nice meeting you,” I said as I started to walk toward the shore.
“Wait! Wait! Where are you going? What’s your name? Where’s my swimsuit?”
I kept walking without looking back.
“Wait! You can’t leave me here like this!” he yelled, his voice fading in the sound of the continuing waves.
I relished the conquest as I continued toward the hotel for what might happen next. I stopped at the hotel bar by the pool and enjoyed an afternoon of free drinks and conversation. As the sun began to set, I went back to my room to shower and get ready for my date. I put on my small black panties, tiny, black low-cut dress, and matching heels.
I walked inside to the hotel bar, next to their elegant five-star restaurant. I saw him immediately at a small table, with a drink in front of him already half empty. He looked to be in his late thirties, or maybe forty, in good shape and tan. He had dark hair, deep blue eyes, and a strong muscular jaw with a perfect five-o'clock shadow. He was more dressed up than most on South Beach, wearing a jacket, tie, and tight-fitting shirt, with dress jeans. I enjoyed watching him see others in the lounge ogle me as I entered. As I got closer, his eyes focused on me in a way that unashamedly undressed me. I smiled approvingly.
We had a couple of drinks and enjoyed some easy small talk. The sexual tension and anticipation grew with each sip and minute. It’s what we both wanted.
“How about we skip the conversation here and go straight to fucking,” I said assertively, as the third round of drinks arrived.
He smiled, with a glance toward the restaurant. It was obvious he'd thought high-end fine dining would be a prerequisite before any chance of what we were both really there for.
“I like your style,” he answered.
We made our way up to my room, carrying our drinks. By the time we reached the door, both of our glasses were almost empty. We knew there would be little interest in them, once inside. The room door closed and locked behind us. I walked over to the sliding glass door to the balcony, allowing the sounds of the waves rolling onto the shore below to serenade us as the light of the full moon shone down.
I walked back across the room and kissed him while reaching up and pushing his sport coat off his broad shoulders. It fell to the ground behind him. Still kissing him, I unbuckled his belt and boldly slid my long fingers down the front of his pants. The prize was quickly found and grew in my hand.
He instantly reciprocated by sliding the tiny shoulder straps off my slender shoulders. My dress fell around my ankles, leaving me only in my tiny black panties and heels. That’s the moment when everything changed to satisfy what I wanted and what my slutty appetite needed.
Without a word, he took my hand from his pants and spun me around. Still holding my wrist, he pulled my hand behind my back. He pushed me forward, forcing me onto the bed on my stomach. Held there, I heard what sounded like his belt pulled from his pants. I felt him secure the leather restraint around my wrist.
“This what the little slut wants?” he said, not realizing talking like that only heightens my arousal.
I whimpered, without resistance, revealing my true desire without words.
He grabbed my other hand and pulled it behind my back, securing my wrists together with the binding. He grabbed a couple of plush pillows from the bed and pushed them under my stomach, raising me up so my feet could no longer touch the floor. My long legs hung defenseless off the bed. With one quick pull, the seam of my wet panties gave way and crumpled in his hand. He leaned over me and pushed it into my mouth.
I lay there naked, with only my heels on, immobile and vulnerable to him. I looked and felt wonderfully slutty. His silent pause created suspense and heightened my arousal, being completely at his mercy. The silence was broken by the sound of him pulling the desk chair over next to the bed. He sat in it, to look over his prize.
“Well, look at that,” he said, without any further explanation.
I tried to turn my head to see what he was looking at.
He moved in closer and spread my legs. “Look how wet your needy cunt already is,” he said, sliding his thick index finger between my folds. “She likes this. What a fucking whore,” he added, talking more at me than to me.