I love sending you pictures. I adore slipping off to somewhere private, and slipping off some clothes. I’ve become very adept at taking photos of myself. Finding the best ways to frame my naked, or almost naked body, in the most titillating ways.
Hali lay in the beach soaking up the summer sun. Overhead the gulls wheeled and called to each other, casting brief shadows over Hali.
She lay her back. Her naked breasts rubbed against the rough sand. She bent her legs, enjoying the feeling of moving them. She crossed her ankles and slowly rocked her upraised calves back and forth. She’d chosen a secluded stretch of beach, a place a little too rocky for most people to want to make the trek. Hali wasn’t a big fan of people.
“You want to go to a what?!” Julia couldn’t believe what her friend Vicki was asking. Of course, Julia mused, Vicki hadn’t been the same since she came back from Egypt [part 1 and part 2]. Before her trip, Victoria hadn’t expressed any interest in the occult; however, since she had returned she had an insatiable drive to learn everything about it.
“It’s a coven meeting” Vicki began, but Julia cut in.
“No, this isn’t a praise the god and goddess, dance around a bonfire coven – This is a,” her voice dropped, “a sex cult.”
Julia lounged on the couch, wearing panties and sweat. The weather had taken a turn toward sweltering, and she couldn’t find the energy to do anything other than lay in the path of the oscillating fan.
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We woke up late, and we didn’t rush out of bed. I insisted that I wanted a lazy Sunday, with cuddling and staying in bed.
It started with some playful stroking. I slipped my hands in his shorts, and ran my fingers over his cock. It stirred to life.
I slowly pulled his shorts down. I have him a quick smile, and ran my tongue over his cock. He let out a quiet moan, and I took the head of his cock between my lips. I licked across the head of his cock before swallowing the length of him.
It was playful and teasing, and oh so much fun to hear him moan. But I wanted more.
There was a bottle of lube next to the bed. I grabbed it and generously greased his cock. “You’ll like this,” I smiled at him.
I turned my back to him and straddled him. I aimed his cock at my tight ass, and slowly sank down on his cock.
His hard cock stretched my ass. I moaned in satisfaction as his cock filled my ass. I started slowly riding his cock.
I looked back at him, over my shoulder. “Told you, you’d like this” I purred at him. Because I was riding him reverse cowgirl, I had totally access to my clit.
“Rub your clit, baby” he said. I paused moment, wondering how he knew. “The mirror,” he said. I glanced over, and the full length mirror was at just the right angle to let him watch me.
I smiled at him in the mirror, my fingers on my clit. I rubbed, watching myself in the mirror.
“Cum with my cock in your tight ass,” he said.
I moaned and moved faster, wanting the friction of his cock. I rubbed harder at my clit, feeling my orgasm growing closer. He thrust up, pushing his cock the slightest but deeper, and taking control of the rhythm. He made it faster, harder. I came with a loud cry.
He shifted beneath me, sitting up sightly. “get on your knees” he said. He moved me around, making sure we both were framed in the mirror. I saw myself, ass raised, legs spread with his still hard cock pointed at me. “Come on, baby,” I purred at him, “fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips, plunging get his cock back into my ass. “Watch” he commanded. I turned my head, watching in the mirror. He made eye contact with me. “Play” he ordered. I slid my hand back to my clit. I was already so sensitive after cumming, but I played anyway.
I watched him pounding my ass, and I knew by his thrusts, by his moans he was going to cum soon. I rubbed my clit softly, but quickly. I bit my lip as I came again, my ass tightening involuntarily.
He groaned and pressed deeper, finding his own orgasm. He caught my eye in the mirror. “I like these lazy Sundays,” he smiled.
I wore the dress Sir gave me, a thin blue sundress. He, as always, had told me to forgo panties.
We walked through the park together. As we walked I could feel the cool breeze blow under my skirt, Sir told me to let the skirt blow, no holding it down. The day, while cool, was beautiful, so I was surprised at how empty the park was.
We reached a distant corner of the grounds, the well-tended trees and hedges giving way to wilder, unkempt bushes and uncut lawns. Clearly this was a section not expecting visitors. Sir led me down an overgrown path, the shrubs tugged at my clothes. The path didn’t extend far from the main path. The overgrown trail dead ended with a concert bench. The bench was shaded by the overgrown trees.
Sir stopped. He stood behind me, uniting the halter of my dress, baring my tits to the sun and sky. I glanced behind us at the trail. The overgrown nature offered some privacy, but not entirely. Anyone who took a few steps off the main path would see us. The breeze, and the exposure had my nipples rock hard.
Sir stayed behind me, his hands cupping my naked breasts, his warm palms rubbed my nipples. I moaned and leaned into him, my back pressed against his chest.
“Does my girl like having her titties played with in my public?” He asked, pinching my nipples softly.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped as he pinched harder.
He pulled my nipples stretching them. I whimpered quietly, worried about someone hearing me. Sir dropped one nipple his hand drifting over my belly. He tugged my skirt up, and I felt the cool air on my pussy.
In the distance, I heard voices in the park. I blushed.
“Are you wet, slut?” Sir asked, in his regular tones.
I nodded, terrified that someone would hear us.
Sir, slapped my tits, “Are you wet, slut?” He was louder this time.
I couldn’t hear the voices, maybe they had passed by our little corner of the park.
I nodded again.
I hurried to the bench. The concrete was rough under my knees. My bare tits rested on the cold bench. I flipped my skirt up. I was in a public park, half naked. I could feel the air on my pussy, I was sopping wet, and terrified we would get caught.
“You’re being a bad girl,” Sir said behind me. With warning he slapped my ass, and I yelped. The force of his smack rocked me forward. The rough bench tore at my nipples.
I heard voices in the park again. Had they heard my yelp? Were they getting closer? Sir began spanking me in earnest. I tried to stay quiet. But I let out a few whimpers and moans, and I’m sure if anyone was close enough they could hear the spanking.
I heard one of the voices ask “Did you hear that?”
I bit my lip as Sir finished. My ass stung and my tits burned from rubbing against the rough bench.
“Your moans are going to attract an audience,” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “That’s what you are worried about isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir. I heard voices. I’m afraid someone might see us.” I said.
His hands caressed my naked ass, “But you love an audience, slut. I recall you inviting a stranger to fuck you, the last time you had an audience.” His hand drifted between my thighs, “just the thought of an audience has you dripping wet.” Sir said. He rubbed my wetness against my asshole.
The voices carried over the trees. It was a man and woman, and the jingle of a dog’s collar. From the sound of it, they were playing catch.
Sir kept working on my ass, stretching me and lubing me with my own wetness. He leaned down to whisper to me. “I’m going to fuck your ass,” he growled. “I’m going to use you hard, and unless you want that couple to hear you, you’ll have to be quiet.”
I felt him behind me, his cock pressed against my ass. He slowly pressed inside of me. I bit my lip, trying not to groan. He stretched me, with a slight burn. I let out a soft moan when I felt his thighs against mine. In the background, the couple called their dog, whistling and clapping for the animal.
Sir grabbed my hips, and started thrusting. I think he wanted to make me cry out. He thrust faster, and I groaned.
“Reach between your legs, slut,” he said, “Make yourself cum.”
I slowly reached between my legs, Sir had stopped thrusting. His cock filled my ass. My fingers found my clit, and I was sopping wet.
“Start rubbing, slut” he ordered.
I started rubbing. I moaned as quietly as I could. I could hear the woman telling the dog to fetch.
“Stop biting your lip,” he said, and started thrusting again. He quickly moved to pounding. My nipples were raw from the friction. I rubbed frantically at my clit. I knew I should be quiet, but I just wanted, no needed to cum, and I didn’t think I could do it quietly.
I moaned, loud. I thought I heard the couple and their dog. I thought about getting caught. Then I stopped thinking as an orgasm tore through me. I know I let loose a torrent of sounds that only come from sex. But I didn’t care. I kept rubbing as Sir hasn’t given me permission to stop.
My clit was incredibly sensitive, but I kept my fingers moving on it. Sir jerked hard on my hips, and moaned as he came.
Sir pulled my skirt down and helped me stand. He nodded in the direction of the unmistakable sounds of sex. I smiled and nodded. We crept to the edge of our clearing. There on overgrown lawn lay a woman and her puppy, well a kink puppy in full leather suit. The puppy had his face buried in pussy.
I glanced up at Sir, shocked at brazen display of kink in public.
He smiled, “The Dunegon rented the park for the day.”