Atlantic Views

Atlantic Views - slave girl sara

It was holiday time of the year again and off we went to Cornwall in the southwest of England. We flew down from a local airport into Newquay and our hire car was ready for us on landing. We wasted little time in our search for excitement as we unpacked the car.

"Knickers off sara."

"Yes Sir."

I was told on the journey he felt I would benefit from a spanking when we got to our apartment and so over his knee for a hard bare bottom spanking, I went. This being over the five cane stripes I got before we set off on our journey really had me crying and tingling. I was soon naked and, on my knees, sucking Sir`s cock as he remained sitting on the spanking chair we used and was almost immediately impaled on his rock-hard cock.

Pain and pleasure sorted we set off for the beach to meet our local friends for a picnic. This beach was one of the few private beaches we used overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. We drove onto the beach with the car and undressed, completely naked, to meet and greet the others at the water's edge. The sea felt divine on my hot, throbbing bottom.

Mine was not the only striped bottom, the other four girls were striped, most five, except for ZZ who had ten. Was I surprised, no, she was sassy, cheeking and living her relationship on the edge, did I like her, no I loved her, she was my bestest friend ever!

We dined on some great finger food before resting and sleeping on the warm sand until late afternoon. Another swim, then dressed and back to our apartment to get ready for dinner at a well-known local restaurant.

Marc was extra frisky which was good to see after his recent illness and I found him extra attentive during the evening`s dinner. Arrangements were made for the next day, and we agreed to meet for breakfast at a hotel in the nearest city to us, only half an hour away, and I was told to pack as we were staying over.

Anyone twigged why Marc was so frisky and attentive?

Breakfast went on for ages, plenty of food and plenty of chat, back upstairs to freshen up then onto another beach, this time not just a few of us as it was one of Cornwall`s many nudist beaches. Everyone was very respectful to everyone else, no one taking any liberties.

We had games set out for us by one of the guys and anyone was welcome to join in, and some did. Running races, swimming, egg and spoon, all sorts of sports and games during the afternoon and we competed for points, another clue of what was to come. A Pizza delivery around two o`clock for lunch and the sports results.

Six couples, so six girls in positions one to six. I tried not to win them all and I do not think anyone noticed and I finished second, ZZ was first, she was made up, so happy and so was I. No medals, just a card with our number on. The cards were collected and shuffled, and the boys took one each. They showed each other and the cards were collected and put in a rucksack.

After lunch we dressed and were lined up in our numerical order and each Sir took his prize of the number he had drawn. Knowing his liking for big tits I was gutted for Marc, out of us six girls four were huge titted, then me and Tina, who was even smaller than me but nipples like pegs. Guess who Marc got!

We both mouthed,

'I love you'

as we passed, and I was taken to Sir Martin`s car and back to the hotel. We were all on different floors with all suites facing the sea.

Martin is one of our oldest Cornish friends, but I had never been with him before. He would be about thirty and for his sins is the partner/Sir of my friend, ZZ. We got to his room, number 17, my lucky number so I knew it would be a perfect match. I undressed naked as soon I was in the room and knelt in the slave girl position.

Sir patted my head.

"Good girl, run us a bath sara, then you may undress me."

"Yes of course Sir."

I ran the bath and added some bubbles.

"Bath ready Sir."

I removed his jumper to reveal his golden-brown chest. Jeans next and then his boxers followed, and I led him by his cock to the bath, as I had been trained.

"Oh, bubbles, did I mention bubbles sara?"

"No Sir, so sorry."

No more words needed as he sat on the bathroom stool, and I took my position over his knees.

"You know better than to add or take away from an instruction don`t you sara?"

"Yes Sir, my apologies, please take your retribution Sir."

It was one of those things, add and be punished, don`t add and be punished! I knew I would be spanked before I bathed him. He rubbed my stripes hard, and I yelped and the spanking I had received off Sir earlier must have made my small bottom quite inviting. He chose the tops of my legs and slapped each in turn, my legs being opened must have showed my need and pleasure and as my sobs turned to tears, he stopped and rubbed again.

"It was not a punishable offence, more a reminder of your place sara."

"Yes Sir, sniff, thank you."

I was lowered to my knees, and he hooked me onto his semi hard cock.

"Suck hard sweet sara and you will reap the pleasure."

And reap the pleasure I did, being bent over the bath and taken gently from behind with a few more bottom spanks thrown in.

"Bath time, in you get."

"Yes Sir."

Another pleasant experience as I was laid back onto his chest and fingered from behind for multiple cums, it was pretty special I can tell you and one I will teach Sir. It was out time, and I dried him and help him on with a hotel dressing gown.

"Your choice, knee or towel?"

It was not an easy decision what with having five stripes and two spankings in that area already, but what fun would he get drying me?

"Knee please Sir for cream to be rubbed in after your fun please Sir."

I was gently spanked, rubbed and fingered, almost to exhaustion, then creamed.

"Stay naked sara and give room service a thrill."

"Yes Sir."

When room service knocked, I draped myself over an armchair arm, on full display.

"Do you like what you see son?"

"Yes Sir I do, very much."

"Would you like a tip or the girl to suck your willy?"

"Oh my, a suck please Sir."

"Position sara."

"Yes Sir."

I knelt before a boy, maybe older, black and around six feet. I gently unzipped his black uniform trousers and pulled them, and his jocks down and out fell his manly floppy cock. A good nine inches when hard, velvety to look at with strong stiffening veins protruding. Sir sat behind him and wanked as I sucked and kneaded his cock. He did not take much sucking before he pulled out and cum over my face and tits. He left and Sir called me over so he too could wank over my face and tits.

"Back into the bath sara whilst I uncover dinner."

"Yes Sir."

We sat on the balcony overlooking the sea and estuary as the last boats were coming in and tying up for the night before dusk. We ate fresh local Lobster Thermidor; the sauce was something special and made it a whole lot better. Sweet was fresh strawberries and clotted cream, again both local.

Our evening was one of gentle lovemaking and sleep, until of course the breakfast room service. I had showered us both and dried him, again I was spanked dry and set to display when the knock on the door came.

The room service waiter cleared our table and set it up with brekky food and coffee.

"Now young man, are you over eighteen?"

"Yes Sir, I am eighteen."

"Then I offer you a choice, a tip, or a good sucking from my red bottomed friend?"

"A suck being what Sir."

"Your cock boy,"

He stammered, "suck please."

Same black uniform trousers, chrome zip and pants and jocks to the floor. A different cock to deal with here, maybe six inches and slender. I managed to take all his cock and a bit of his balls in too. He tasted salty when I licked him, obviously a young virgin who wanked three or four times a day. He was soon ready, and I pointed at my face and tits, it was like a water pistol.

"Did you like that son?"

"Oh my yes Sir the best thing ever in my life, thank you too Ma'am."

I have never seen such a grin on a boy`s face. Sir took his place and covered me again in cum so back to the shower.

We ate breakfast, once again overlooking the turquoise sea and white surf of the Atlantic ocean. I was fucked hard before we met up with the rest for lunch. What a happy girl I was and only hoped my Sir had been happier.

That was the beginning of the holiday and by chance I was matched twice more with him in games. We surfed, swam, belly boarded and had almost fourteen days of wall-to-wall sunshine. We visited old haunts and a few new ones too, mostly private and with a great bunch of guys and gals all with the same agenda, fun.

We left a day early as Sir had booked us a long weekend in Paris for the Olympics closing ceremony, we stayed until Tuesday, so romantic, I so love Paris.