“I know, I don’t give a fuck, mama. Let me make that pussy cum,” he said as he gripped my neck tighter. I was three hours away from home, no one knew me, it was dark, and they were quite a distance across the beach. I could only see the shadows of them, like I was sure they could only see the shadows of me. With all those factors, I threw caution to the wind, lay back, and let him take control.
I lay my back against his chest again, as he continued to work his magic with his hands.
“Mmhmm, you being a good girl for me, B,” he praised as he turned my head slightly and placed soft kisses on my lips.
My moans increased the deeper his hands went. I could feel the release knotting in the pit of my stomach, and I knew I wasloud as hell. I bit my lip as I dug my nails into his wrist and released all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he said as the force of my orgasm pushed him out of me. I shook as I fought to catch my breath and see through the stars that clouded my vision.
He cleaned his hands and then kissed me. Letting me taste myself from his lips. I was aroused in the worst way.
I lay against his chest while I tried to steady my breathing. He cupped his dick and squeezed it. I could feel the entire time that he was as hard as a brick underneath me. He took it out and stroked it. I turned to him and kissed him as I took it from his hand and slid it in and out of my hands.
“Stop using your hands and use your mouth,” He groaned.
I wanted to, but I was hesitant again. I had caught a glimpse of the couple, who were still sitting on their own patio, enjoying the show.
“Q… the peo-”
“The people?” He chuckled as he threw his head back at the feel of my hands. When his head came back up, I could see nothing but pure lust in his eyes.
“Y-yeah,” I said as he cupped my chin.
“I don’t give a fuck, Breeze, you said you wanted to be watched, right? Let them see how you suck this dick for me,” He demanded.
Slowly, I repositioned myself into a squat between his legs and then took his dick into my mouth. He guided his dick in and out of my mouth from the seat with a handful of my hair.
“Just like that, B,” He grunted.
I was turned on probably more than I had ever been before. As I sucked him, my own hand found its way to my middle. The way he was moaning and knowing that the people across the beach were watching me work, took me to another level.
“Open up, Mama. Take every inch of that dick,” He coached as he went a bit deeper. I was a mess. My hair was wild, spit and precum were dripping down my chin, and tears were running down my cheeks. He was fucking my throat like he was buried inside of me.
“Shittttttt B! I’m about to cum,” he warned me as I continued to suck him. I massaged his balls as he thrust faster.
“Get up, B, let me paint your pretty ass face,” he said as he slid out of my mouth and held my chin with one hand and jerked ropes of cum onto my face with the other.
Winded, he stood from the chair and guided me up by the hand and pulled the sliding door back, but never shut it behind us. “Go clean up for me and come back outside,” he demanded before I walked through the room and to the bathroom.
When I went back to the door, I saw him sitting on the patio, drinking a bottle of water. I knew I had signed up for twenty-four hours of fucking, but his stamina was impressive. How he could keep cumming like this back-to-back made me think that he had taken one of those gas station pills. I halfway expected him to be the first to tap out, but he was on go. We were a little over five hours into the experience, and I had been asleep for almost three of those. I was stuck between calling it quits and wanting to stick around for the plot.
I walked back outside. Out of habit, my eyes went to the beach house across from us. The couple was still there, sitting on the patio in the dark, probably waiting for the next scene. He pulled the chair toward the banister.
“Bend over there,” He instructed. I did as I was told. He pulled the robe up, exposing my entire body from the waist down. He slapped my ass roughly.
He leaned forward, spread my ass cheeks, and began licking my asshole. I moaned and grabbed the back of his head.
“Damn, Q,” I whimpered as I gripped the railing tighter.
He slapped my ass hard, making me choke back a yelp by biting the inside of my jaw. Then he stood and slipped his middle finger into my butt. I braced myself. I had done anal before, but it wasn’t really my go-to. I for damn sure was going to have to wave the white flag if Q thought we were going to do it. I was way too young to be confined to diapers.
He fingered my butt for a second, and then he stood to his full height. I don’t know at what point his pants got around his ankles, but as I was bent over, I looked down, and I could see them pooling at his feet.
Before I could dwell on it, I felt his dick push back into me. I moaned aloud, unable to hold it back. My leg shook, and I was cursing myself for the physical reaction to him parting me again. He gripped my hips as he fucked me from behind.
I couldn’t hold my cries if I tried. I whimpered as he rearranged my anatomy. Between cries of my own, I could hear some faintly in the distance. Focusing my eyes, I realized that the couple across from us had begun their own session. From what I could see in the distance, the woman was facing toward us, riding her man reverse cowgirl. Her swimsuit was completely gone, and somehow, I had missed that when I came back out.
I pooled between us, as Q leaned down into my ear. “Her moans making your pussy wet like this, Breeze?” He questioned.
