He had said, "open your mouth and extend your tongue."
And she had. He had laid the shaft of his cock against her outstretched tongue, the head just inside her mouth. She dared not close her lips and suck him, though she was desperate to. His words were echoing in her head.
"You have a choice to make. All three places where my cock will go are open, wet and ready. I am going to enjoy only two of your wet holes right now. I want you to choose, but I want you to offer me yourself in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take. So, one part of you will not get my cock out here in the dunes. Decide before you close your mouth on my cock because then you will only have one hole left that I will use."
There was really very little choice, she thought. She was helpless not to slide her mouth forward down the shaft of his cock. She could feel its heat against her tongue, feel her saliva pooling in her mouth and she could feel the head throbbing on her extended tongue. She sighed and did the inevitable and closed her lips around his cockhead and gripped the head of his hot cock with her mouth.
What a picture she presented. She was naked and dripping with oil, kneeling, slave-like back among the dunes, her arms folded behind her, her head gripping, sliding and tasting its way down his cock. Little sounds escaped from her.
He looked down at her and smiled. One hole surrendered and one to go. Would she offer her pussy or her ass to him? If she were listening carefully, he had said, "in the way that most demonstrates that you are mine to take."
As her head bobbed and slid on his cock, she was thinking the same thing. Her pussy so needed fucking, she was wildly desperate to be fucked but that was not her most submissive place. She knew as soon as her mouth closed on his cockhead that her needy cunt was going to go without. She knew she was going to have to open her oiled little asshole for him, here on this beach, here in these dunes. And she knew that when she thought about it later she would find it humiliating and thrilling. The endless spiral, he called it, where her embarrassment at her submissiveness being exposed aroused her and then further embarrassed her, which in turn, aroused her and on it went. And he figured out how to most extend her in this way. All this flashed through her head as her cock slid up and down his shaft. She could feel moisture dripping down her thighs and it could have been perspiration but she was sure it was also her juices. Juices from her pussy that would not now get fucked.
Again, time stood still.
"Would it always be this way in this intense world he was leading her into," she thought.
She was conscious of the sun beating down, the sweat rolling off her oiled skin, the ocean breeze, there were gulls making their sounds and there was his cock. That was her world. She had a passing thought of the picture she presented and it made her clit throb.
"Use your mouth on me the way you will use your other hole on my cock, " he said.
"You are going to fuck back on my cock with your other hole the same way you use your mouth on me, " he continued.
She groaned. It wasn't enough that was going to force her to surrender herself on this beach. It wasn't enough that he was going to make her neglect her desperate cunt. It wasn't enough that he was going to make her spread her oiled asshole. He was going to make her fuck his still cock with her clenching asshole. She still had her mouth on him but she could almost feel her asshole on his cock and it hadn't even begun yet.
"He is going to make me his bitch in heat," she thought.
She prolonged her cocksucking. She was loving the feel of him in her mouth and was loving the erotic scene and was loving the surrender. She was also trying to think of whether she would able to be such a shameless bitch. She realized that once he had taken her ass in the dunes, that once she had spread herself and had fucked back on his cock out there, that she was doomed to be used and taken in any way he could imagine. She thought of this as she used her mouth and worked her tongue and as her thighs trembled. She thought of the loss of any pretense of dignity that she might have and she thought of his nasty imagination. It was so goddamned primal.
He read her mind.
"Think of how this will look someday when your nipples wear my rings and your pussy has my lock hanging from the rings in your cuntlips. We will need some onlookers then, don't you think? " he murmured.
The shudder and orgasm from her was instantaneous. It wracked her abruptly as she took him deep in her mouth. She took him deeper in her throat than a man had ever been.
"Omigod," she thought as she came and shook without a touch. "How does he know? How does he keep me so primed?"
She felt almost like she losing consciousness. She was deep in a place she had never been. Her nipples, her oiled nipples ached. Her clit and her soon-to-be neglected pussy throbbed. And her asshole, oiled and gleaming, clenched uncontrollably.
"Enough," he said and he reached down, gripped her oiled nipples firmly and raised her up. Her hands stayed fold behind her. He released one of her nipples and grabbed her ponytail, pulling her head back.
"Let me see all of that mouth I just used."
He captured her lip in his teeth. He kissed her hard. He produced a water bottle and filled her open mouth.
"Don't swallow," he hissed. "Like with my cum, you will not swallow without my direction."
The water overflowed her mouth and cascaded down her heated oiled body. It barely cooled the inferno that was the front of her body. Her hands never moved from behind her.
"Omigod," she thought again. I am such a bitch in heat.
"Now swallow and then it is time for you to choose the remaining hole to fuck with me with. Swallow it all. Then walk over to the overturned lifeguard chair, kneel over the chair with you ass in the air and tell me which hole you offer and which to neglect."
