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Yet More ‘Island Slut…Part 2
When I woke up, the next morning, I was aware of three things; my ass was still a little sore, there was a stiff cock shoved between my cheeks and…I had to pee very bad! I handled the most important thing first then, stopped on the way back to bed to check out my ass in the full length mirror. Walking and sitting had been a little touchy because, my ass looked pretty bad. There were at least four distinct bruises; two at about the middle of each cheek then, two or three more on the lowest part of each cheek – right above my thigh.
I knew, from past experience, walking in any kind of heels would be a little uncomfortable, just like sitting (for a day or, a little more).
Back in bed I had some morning wood to work off for someone so, in the dim pre-dawn light, I rode him until this cowgirl couldn’t handle the pain in my cheeks anymore then, let him take over. Halfway through I had a nice easy little orgasm; just about right for the morning.
We had breakfast at the hotel (after coffee in the room), the girls were there and I was ‘allowed’ to invite them over. Sam went to the bathroom with me and did a quick inspection of my sore butt. There were a few awkward questions, some long silences then, she put her arms around me and said, “Sweetie…I need some time with you. There have been days that I just wanted to roll around in bed with your little ass…there…it’s out!” we hugged, we kissed then, returned to the table holding hands.
Sam wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world but, she was sweet as hell. Like Molly, she wasn’t chubby; I’d call her mildly voluptuous or decently ‘curvy’. Both of them always got a decent share of ‘work’ - it was the fun attitude they had.
That was something that I hadn’t expected!
None of us had any secrets – a smile and a wink from Molly told me that she already knew. When my trick and I left I did take a second to grope Sam, during a red hot kiss and whisper, “Soon honey – real soon.” My guy didn’t ask any questions…we went to see some of the sights on that end of the island until mid afternoon. We ended up back at the hotel, made a mess of the bed then, took a nap.
Other than the spanking, my trick was pretty nice to be with. Rita tracked me down to ask how things were going before we left for dinner. Other than the sore backside, I told her that his recovery time was amazing! She agreed – after all, she’d had him first. She told me to have fun and hung up.
Dinner was nice and calm. I’d dressed as ordered (on the slutty side) for him. That night, it was a very short A-Line skirt with a gauze peasant top that, the neckline was so low in, it exposed my bra. I used the same driver and, the sly looks I was given, showed that he approved too. For him, I made sure to flash a lot of leg and, my panty-covered ass (when I could). With the other guy off-island for a while; I needed a good reliable driver and, one who had a nice black cock.
After dinner I had the driver take us to a little secluded cove. He waited while we went swimming; messed around some and…I was given a nice hard fucking in the water.
Then, after a nice long shower at the hotel, I was shown the ropes – along with the cuffs and a few other things. It was milder than the first night. The only humiliating thing was to lie, bound and gagged, spread-eagle on the bed, when a bottle of wine was delivered by room service. I was wearing the bra and top (washed out from the swim but still wet) when the wine arrived.
Damn, did I get a good hard fucking after that!
After the first two days, things kind of calmed down with him. The sex remained pretty spontaneous and hot but, my backside was only warmed-up once in a while and never as bad as the first time. His thing, with me, was simple; he wanted to control me and, be seen in public with, an obvious TS slutty little whore. I didn’t mind that a bit and, was being well paid to be his for a few days. It ended up being four.
Of course, the other thing was, using the same driver – who I’d not only put out for but, had been flashed quite a bit – had that poor guy horny as hell.
On the last day I went to the airport with my trick and gave him a nice warm good-bye. The driver waited as usual. To see him off I’d worn a pair of my tightest and shortest shorts; those damned things looked like they were painted on me. Not only did they hold my cheeks firmly but, they separated them, giving great definition to my ass. They were very thin and white. I wore a black g-string to hide my little ‘package’; not only were they outlined very well (under the shorts) but…with the thin material, that black g-string was right in your face. I’d worn some nice heels (all the better to accent my legs and ass with) a transparent white blouse and the fanciest little bra I had. It was padded to make it look like I was an A+…just enough that the body to boob proportion wasn’t overdone. Once he was gone I strutted and wiggled my little butt to the waiting Moke and…the driver.
Not only was he interested but, he knew of another nice little spot between the airport and town. By the time he turned the engine off my attention to his cock had him about ready to explode out of his shorts! That’s always good! We used the back seat; I worked on his cock while he got the shorts off and the g-string out of the way. Our mutual craving made it just about perfect…
…I was still lubed a little from my trick’s morning wood; I was leaking the remains of a nice load, that helped a little more.
He sat back and relaxed (with his hard cock at perfect attention) I straddled him and eased down (slowly) on that beautiful black pole. The ‘fit’ was just right, so was the position of his cock in me. All I had to do was lean back a little and he was rubbing my g-spot with every stroke! Fuck was it good! It was so good that, something like half an hour later, I was screaming my way through a damned monster orgasm!! Once I calmed down a little, I went back to riding him while he tried to force that black cock up into my stomach. He was in no hurry so it took a while longer. I did finally get my reward for the day when; he sat back moaned like hell as his cock twitched like hell inside of me then, flooded me with his black seed.
I thought ahead enough to put a folded towel under me. By the time he dropped me off, at my apartment, my shorts were pretty wet and so was the towel…that had been one very good morning!
There was another note jammed in my door…
When I woke up, the next morning, I was aware of three things; my ass was still a little sore, there was a stiff cock shoved between my cheeks and…I had to pee very bad! I handled the most important thing first then, stopped on the way back to bed to check out my ass in the full length mirror. Walking and sitting had been a little touchy because, my ass looked pretty bad. There were at least four distinct bruises; two at about the middle of each cheek then, two or three more on the lowest part of each cheek – right above my thigh.
I knew, from past experience, walking in any kind of heels would be a little uncomfortable, just like sitting (for a day or, a little more).
Back in bed I had some morning wood to work off for someone so, in the dim pre-dawn light, I rode him until this cowgirl couldn’t handle the pain in my cheeks anymore then, let him take over. Halfway through I had a nice easy little orgasm; just about right for the morning.
We had breakfast at the hotel (after coffee in the room), the girls were there and I was ‘allowed’ to invite them over. Sam went to the bathroom with me and did a quick inspection of my sore butt. There were a few awkward questions, some long silences then, she put her arms around me and said, “Sweetie…I need some time with you. There have been days that I just wanted to roll around in bed with your little ass…there…it’s out!” we hugged, we kissed then, returned to the table holding hands.
Sam wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world but, she was sweet as hell. Like Molly, she wasn’t chubby; I’d call her mildly voluptuous or decently ‘curvy’. Both of them always got a decent share of ‘work’ - it was the fun attitude they had.
That was something that I hadn’t expected!
None of us had any secrets – a smile and a wink from Molly told me that she already knew. When my trick and I left I did take a second to grope Sam, during a red hot kiss and whisper, “Soon honey – real soon.” My guy didn’t ask any questions…we went to see some of the sights on that end of the island until mid afternoon. We ended up back at the hotel, made a mess of the bed then, took a nap.
Other than the spanking, my trick was pretty nice to be with. Rita tracked me down to ask how things were going before we left for dinner. Other than the sore backside, I told her that his recovery time was amazing! She agreed – after all, she’d had him first. She told me to have fun and hung up.
Dinner was nice and calm. I’d dressed as ordered (on the slutty side) for him. That night, it was a very short A-Line skirt with a gauze peasant top that, the neckline was so low in, it exposed my bra. I used the same driver and, the sly looks I was given, showed that he approved too. For him, I made sure to flash a lot of leg and, my panty-covered ass (when I could). With the other guy off-island for a while; I needed a good reliable driver and, one who had a nice black cock.
After dinner I had the driver take us to a little secluded cove. He waited while we went swimming; messed around some and…I was given a nice hard fucking in the water.
Then, after a nice long shower at the hotel, I was shown the ropes – along with the cuffs and a few other things. It was milder than the first night. The only humiliating thing was to lie, bound and gagged, spread-eagle on the bed, when a bottle of wine was delivered by room service. I was wearing the bra and top (washed out from the swim but still wet) when the wine arrived.
Damn, did I get a good hard fucking after that!
After the first two days, things kind of calmed down with him. The sex remained pretty spontaneous and hot but, my backside was only warmed-up once in a while and never as bad as the first time. His thing, with me, was simple; he wanted to control me and, be seen in public with, an obvious TS slutty little whore. I didn’t mind that a bit and, was being well paid to be his for a few days. It ended up being four.
Of course, the other thing was, using the same driver – who I’d not only put out for but, had been flashed quite a bit – had that poor guy horny as hell.
On the last day I went to the airport with my trick and gave him a nice warm good-bye. The driver waited as usual. To see him off I’d worn a pair of my tightest and shortest shorts; those damned things looked like they were painted on me. Not only did they hold my cheeks firmly but, they separated them, giving great definition to my ass. They were very thin and white. I wore a black g-string to hide my little ‘package’; not only were they outlined very well (under the shorts) but…with the thin material, that black g-string was right in your face. I’d worn some nice heels (all the better to accent my legs and ass with) a transparent white blouse and the fanciest little bra I had. It was padded to make it look like I was an A+…just enough that the body to boob proportion wasn’t overdone. Once he was gone I strutted and wiggled my little butt to the waiting Moke and…the driver.
Not only was he interested but, he knew of another nice little spot between the airport and town. By the time he turned the engine off my attention to his cock had him about ready to explode out of his shorts! That’s always good! We used the back seat; I worked on his cock while he got the shorts off and the g-string out of the way. Our mutual craving made it just about perfect…
…I was still lubed a little from my trick’s morning wood; I was leaking the remains of a nice load, that helped a little more.
He sat back and relaxed (with his hard cock at perfect attention) I straddled him and eased down (slowly) on that beautiful black pole. The ‘fit’ was just right, so was the position of his cock in me. All I had to do was lean back a little and he was rubbing my g-spot with every stroke! Fuck was it good! It was so good that, something like half an hour later, I was screaming my way through a damned monster orgasm!! Once I calmed down a little, I went back to riding him while he tried to force that black cock up into my stomach. He was in no hurry so it took a while longer. I did finally get my reward for the day when; he sat back moaned like hell as his cock twitched like hell inside of me then, flooded me with his black seed.
I thought ahead enough to put a folded towel under me. By the time he dropped me off, at my apartment, my shorts were pretty wet and so was the towel…that had been one very good morning!
There was another note jammed in my door…
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