The afternoon sun radiates an intense heat that is only tempered by a brisk sea breeze rolling in from the ocean. The view from the cliff-side pool is simply breathtaking, with the blue ocean reaching out into the horizon, the waves breaking on the soft, white sand shores, and the palm trees framing the vista.
Yet my concentration is pulled back to the intense heat radiating from between my legs. For hours now, I have had to bathe in the sun, my body slick with oil and sweat, as the thin fabric of my white bikini soaks through to near-transparency. Exposing for the world the telltale signs of a slut in heat. My boobs sitting hard on my chest like two balloons, nipples permanently hard, my labia puffy, my toes curling and my breath lightly ragged.
You see, Brittany handed me a book to read as we arrived at the pool, with a blank leather cover. The story turns out to be a graphic and erotically charged tale of a teacher who was blackmailed by a student to become her sex slave. The more the teacher was sucked into the inescapable web of slavery, the more aroused I become. So for hours I have been sitting, stewing in my own juices.
Some people are sneaking an occasional glance at my condition, while others openly stare. With my translucent pool wear, my huge new breasts, my gleaming tanned body, and my apparently aroused condition, I am the center point of attention. The more I read, the more I aroused I become, causing my public humiliation to increase. And if I know Brittany, more devious things are to come.
Two particularly handsome men sit at a table at the other end of the pool. They kept staring at us, talking about us, and pointing fingers at us. Eventually, Brittany crooks her finger towards one of them, beckoning him to come to her. He jumps from his seat saunters over, his tall frame and lean, powerful muscles augmenting an athletic grace.
"I hope you don't mind if I come over and introduce myself. My name is Jake, " he says as he extends his hand out to Brittany, then to me.
"Well, Jake, it is certainly nice to meet you. My name is Brittany, and this is my sex slave, Alicia," Brittany proudly boasts. Oh My God! What did she say? I shot Brittany a look of pure mortification. Jake is silently stunned for what seems like minutes, before gaining back his composure. All the while, Brittany is smiling.
"That is something you don't hear everyday," Jake responds, now with a sly smile of his own. He can't take his eyes off my huge boobs. My highly charged arousal level spikes even higher. "What exactly does your slave do?" He asks boldly.
"Everything I wish. She is an insatiable slut who follows my every order. It is apparent to everyone here how aroused she is just laying out at the pool." Then Brittany crooks her finger again, and as Jake leans forward, she whispers not so softly, "Maybe you and your horny friend would like to use her later?" My heart beats a mile a minute as Brittany flashes her mischievous grin.
Jake's bathing suit is helpless to conceal his excitement. He leans back, looks both of us over, and says, "How can we refuse such a generous offer. We will meet you at the restaurant bar at 7:00PM?" He oozed confidence.
"Jake, 7:00PM it is. And get your rest, big boy!" She exclaims with a wink. Jake smiles and adjusts his hard-on through his boxers. He struts to edge of the pool like a proud rooster and dives in, apparently to cool down from such a steamy exchange.
"Well my pet, looks like we have our evening plans set," she says in an ice-cold tone. With a sense of both anticipation and dread, I know that I am in for a long night.
It is late afternoon, so Brittany whispers, "We must go, we have much to prepare for."
Slipping on the high-heeled sandals, I feel a bit shaky rising from the chair. I need to cum something fierce, and as Brittany parades me the long way around the pool, I am sure everyone can see just how desperate I really am. I am top-heavy with my huge tits, causing me to occasionally teeter off balance. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment as people stare. They shoot me looks of disbelief, or disgust, or most often, of pure lust. But they ALL stare. I just want to run and hide, but my owner would never allow that.
Once back at the room, Brittany orders me to stand in position, with my hands locked behind my head and my feet spread apart. "Did you see all of the people staring at your sex crazed slut body? Some where so disgusted," Brittany purrs as she lightly scratches her fingernail down my flat stomach.
"Some wanted to fuck you," she says as she toys with the fabric of my thin little bikini, teasing my swollen lips. I let out a frustrated moan.
"And some wanted to use you like a bimbo fuck toy," she whispered, all the while toying with my pussy and flicking her nail across my turgidly erect clit. I was grunting and thrusting my hips as she manipulates me. She stares straight into my eyes while she brings closer and closer. She can read every thought and anticipate every reaction. I helplessly moan as she brings me to the very precipice of orgasm. Then she stops! I groan in utter frustration.
"Go clean yourself, you smelly pig," she barked as she removed her hand.
Because of my healing breasts, I have to take a "bird bath" with a washcloth and soap. I can't help but stare longingly at her young, tight, sexy body as she takes a soothing shower. She looks exquisite with her perky breasts, flat stomach, tight ass and strong legs. It is amazing that she can transform herself from a hot looking sex kitten when naked, to a cute but almost forgettable looking girl when dressed. She is like a chameleon.
I towel off Brittany, and then lull off into a daydream about her body as I rub her down with oil. Brittany moans as I rub the lotion deeply into her breasts...her ass...her freshly shaved vagina. I am nearly panting as I finish her nearly flawless legs.
"Wow, my pet, you have certainly put me in the mood. Put on a heavy amount of make-up for tonight. We don't want to disappoint those two hunks, do we?" she winked as she drifted into the bedroom.
Although I don't have to shave my pussy anymore, I have to pluck the few rogue hairs that appear from time to time, which is a degrading part of my daily preparations for my owner. I then rub lotion into my skin, being careful not to stimulate my hypersensitive clit and nipples. I spend extra time massaging the oil into my swollen breasts. I marvel at their size and firmness. I finish by applying a heavy coat of makeup, as instructed.
