In my minds eye I remembered being there before, noting the same things, then exiting the jakes and looking for my lass. I spied her across the way, on the fisherman's side, standing just past the perimeter ring of rocks but still at the top of the slope, not down at the beach. She almost literally blazed into view, as she had adorned herself with a full set of my "crystal" toys, all similar to the one she'd had hanging from her clit for the last hour. When activated, the R.G.B. LEDs blended to create a brilliant blue white light, but motion would shatter the light into tracing trails of color. I could clearly see the rainbow shine from between her legs, spread in a sort of Wonder Woman stance, as well as from her ears, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a belly chain. I could see her doing the tight snaky gyrations that'd earned her so much money back in her stripping days to deliberately keep the lights swaying. The mist spread the light in a hypnotic and almost hallucinogenic way. Time and injuries had added some padding, but it was in all the right places, and she had an almost perfect hourglass figure, I thought I heard her say something in a low voice, then heard a louder but still indecipherable answer in a man's voice. She looked over her shoulder at me, grinned, and licked her lips. She was wearing a shirt we'd bought her years before from the 6-8 year old kids section at the store. What was supposed to be a cute stretchy white tank top for a little girl just barely held her breasts in place, and you could see every contour. Her nipples were both prominent and... lumpy?
I smiled at her, and she winked at me and turned back to the fisherman. She clapped her hands in a brief bout of sudden glee, then whipped off her top in one quick shrug, revealing that she was still wearing her silver nipple clamp/shields, with two more of my crystal weights hanging from them. With a quick twist at each nipple her last two lights came on. She dropped her stance into more of a high squat and really began bumping and grinding, swinging the lights like crazy, including swinging the one on her hood fore and aft till it was smacking against her dripping inner labia. She was shaved clean as a teak floor.
I stood at the precipice, a small smile on my face as I saw it again in my memories.
I'd stopped to watch the show, lighting another smoke as sort of an auto-pilot action. When I resumed my advance she was winding down, and as I approached her position our neighbor came into my field of vision. He was a friendly looking Central American looking guy, maybe from El Salvador or Honduras. He was wearing fishing gear over pretty typical workman's clothes, and had a rather good sized cock out and hard in his hand. At first glance it appeared to be slightly shorter than mine, but with more girth, which was impressive. I'm no John Holmes, but I got lucky with the genetic lotto and seldom saw a tool I'd honestly call "bigger" than my own. He looked to be about as big around as one of those tall glass prayer candles. He looked a bit, ahem, distressed when he saw me, but I smiled and waved off his concerns. She leaned back to meet my approach, quite deliberately arching her back to show off her assets to their fullest, and in a low husky voice said "Does the idea of me fucking a random stranger by the side of the road meet your approval, Sir?" with a big dose of puppy dog eyes and eyelash batting.
"What an amazing little slut you are!" I replied with gusto.
In a louder voice, she addressed her new admirer. " Would you like to fuck me?" she said sweetly, as she parted her sarong to fully bare her cunt to him for the first time. He looked at me, and I nodded my OK, then he gulped and nodded rather enthusiastically. As she started to slink down the rocks, I caught her up and whispered in her ear, "Bring him up here so there's better... sight lines". I saw a faint tremor of fear flash across her eyes as she saw the evil smile I had on my face.
She almost danced down the rocks, and she strutted up the last few feet and took his cock in one hand. She started pumping him while murmuring to him. He looked up at the road with concern on his face, and started shaking his head as if to refuse. She squatted down right in front of him, legs wide open to either side and light swinging free, and started working his cock with her mouth. I could see she was having trouble even fitting the head in, But with each forward stroke she'd manage a bit more of him. Right as he started thrusting back and reaching for her head, she slipped him out of her lips and sprung up like a jack in the box, lights spinning and illuminating the strand of saliva and pre-cum that attached them for a second as she drew away. She pranced up about half way, then drew the sarong completely to one side and leaned way over, wiggling her cunt and ass at him. "So, do you want to fuck me?" she repeated, with more of a challenge in her voice.
His eyes might have flickered to the road for a moment, but if there had been any hesitations he squashed them. He headed up the slope as fast as he could move. She slinked over to the picnic table, untied her sarong and draped it over the table edge. Whereupon she turned and sat on the table with her legs spread akimbo and hanging over the edge, stark naked except for her garter belt, black knee high stiletto heeled boots, back seam thigh highs, chains, cuffs, and lights dangling from all her piercings and clamps. the lights were bright even in the dawn light thanks to the murk, and I was pretty sure she was drawing the eye of every truck driver and factory worker on the early commute who were lucky enough to have chosen that route to work. As he approacher her she scissored her legs around so she was completely on top of the table, then stuck her bare ass high in the air like a cat in heat, while arching her head down to the level of his cock. With her throat stretched in position, he was able to come up and almost immediately resume throat fucking her. I saw her draw off and start licking, bringing him down from an early brink. His cock-head was purplish red and throbbing. while she flicked the tip of her tongue at the tip of his hole, teasing out more precum, I stepped back to the car and grabbed a couple of things I figured I might need soon. I came back to the table and crouched one knee onto the top next to her while my other leg was standing on the bench. she reached up under my leather kilt and starting stroking my already rigid cock while she serviced this guy.
Hell...we didn't even know his name!
I cracked open the bottle of silicone lube I'd grabbed and poured a generous dollop into her hand on my dick. She withdrew her hand long enough to spread the lube to both hands, then went back to jerking me while blowing him. She was on her elbows now, so she could use both hands, and her left hand was now caressing his ball sack with a smooth coating of glossy lube. I squeezed an even bigger helping into my own hand and started throughly lubing her whole cunt and ass, working my fingers inside and spreading it everywhere. She bucked against my hand like a cat in heat, so I bounced her already hyper attuned clit A few times to get her squealing and dripping, then I withdrew so she could focus. Oh, boy, did she focus. She let go of my cock and started really working his balls, almost pulling him to thrust deeper into her throat. She was gagging and spit was running out of her mouth, but I could see she was right on the brink of an orgasm. I figured if she was that hyper-focused, I'd give her a little surprise, and lubed up the (rather large) butt-plug I'd also grabbed during my supply run. He began jerking and twitching, and she litterally pulled him by the balls so she could take his whole cumload deep in her throat. While he was pumping her belly full of cum, I rammed in the butt-plug in what could only be described as "violating her ass". Which was one of her favorite things... she liked her sex rough, and her fantasies ran to forced sex, consensual non-consent and public humiliation. She issued a wail, muffled by the cock in her throat, spasmed, then came hard enough that she squirted all over the table.
She rolled onto be back languidly, stretched her limbs out in a provocative manner, wiggled her butt down so she could rock her hips against the plug in her ass, licked her lips and said "Please Sir, can I have some more?" in her singsong little-girl-imitating-Oliver voice.
I could see that our friend was just aching to fuck the hell out of her, but he still looked nervously at the road. I heard him speak for the first time "Cops come by here usually pretty soon." he said with a thick accent. He grinned "She slut, huh? Like to be seen?" I nodded. "Maybe we should take her inside till the coast is clear," I said, jerking my thumb at the port-a-potty. He nodded.
"C'mon darlin', let's head for the toilet", I said, heading back across the lot. I grabbed a bamboo beach mat I keep rolled up in my truck to lay down for us, then the two of us followed her to the bathroom. She was doing an exaggerated Jessica Rabbit walk that kept calling attention to her butt-plug. We all entered the port-a-potty, I closed and locked the door, and removed my long coat with it's pockets loaded with tricks and hung it on the hook. She rolled out the mat diagonally so it covered most of the floor, especially around the corner where the toilet and bars were located. she closed up the lid and draped it with her sarong, already soiled, and started fingering her twat. She had her left hand down low, alternately plying with the plug and thrusting inside, while she was firmly thumping her clit with two fingers of her right hand. I recognized her patented "Now that I've squirted once already, I can make myself repeat till I cum dry" moves. Her body wracking orgasm sent the lights flying wildly, breaking her image into some Celtic rainbow clad lust goddess image. as she began to gush, she clamped her thighs together hard on her clit, and the damn burst down her thighs. The she leaned back, grabbed a bar with each forearm, spread her legs and asked "Won't anyone help me keep from staining my stockings?" in a mock innocent voice. We both grabbed a leg and made a wish, our tongues lapping up the juices. I let him clean her cunt, the lapping clearly turning into a solid tongue lashing, while I manipulated some of her more outlying and hidden erogenous zones, the ones discovered by long association. She came again on his tongue, hard and fast but not a squirter, and I reached down to take her arms and help her up. He came up for air, and I lifted her to her feet. I put her wrist cuffs together with a snap link and had her lean against a wall with her hands above her head, her back arched as far as she could, and her ass displayed.With her in the position, I then removed her belly chain, which had three falls, and was modular by design. A few clasps opened, and it could be put to it's alternate purpose. The long chain with the pendant at the end went around her neck into a collar, while the other two lines of fine chain fell from the center of the collar down her body, where the were clipped into her nipple clamps, strung through her bellybutton ring, then strung again through her clit ring. A clip secured the chain to the clithood, but there was still 2 inches of each chain to slap around her pussy. I could see our friend working himself trying to regain his erection. I decided to lend a metaphorical hand. While she held her position on the wall, I started asking her a barrage of questions, all slight variations on a theme. While questioning her I was manipulating the buttplug, as well as applying little torments to all her tender regions.... scratching fingernails across her throat, pinching her engorged nipples, slapping her pussy or her clit.
