Chapter 9 - Dirty Girl
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

Chapter 9 - Dirty Girl

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Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 9 - Dirty Girl

In which Kate submits entirely to Maria's naughty orders out in public, and then finds her nude afternoon at the beach escalating further.

Oh no, Kate. Not now.

Not here!

I couldn't believe where I was. What was happening. I had been blindfolded and driven away from the villa I'd been staying in by the three tormenting women I was sharing this holiday with. I was lying in the wet sand of a Spanish beach, completely nude, miles and miles from my clothes, at the feet of the entirely clothed and confident Maria. I had just, on her say-so, parted my shaking legs to show her my soaking wet pussy, driven into a state of helpless arousal by how shamefully exposed I was right now. And then, having seen my wetness, she had calmly instructed me to...

entertain her!

She wanted me to touch myself. To masturbate. Right here, in front of her. On this deserted, but nevertheless entirely public, beach.

I felt dizzy, defeated, utterly and hopelessly trapped in another perilous naked predicament. As if my entire stupid folly of trying to explore my exhibitionist tendencies on this impromptu holiday with my friend and her work colleagues had inevitably led me here. Each escalating nude moment culminating in me being asked - no, ordered! - to pleasure myself in public, in front of Maria's eager, watchful gaze.

This was too far. This was way too far. There was no way I could obey, no matter how turned on I was, no matter how much I again found myself readily submitting to another woman's dominance. No, this was beyond the line.

"I'm serious," Maria said, a little more firmly, where she stood towering over me, leaning on a grey rock that stuck out of the golden sand of the isolated cove she had driven us to, "If you find all this such a turn-on, if you've been parading around naked all this time for our entertainment, then I want to see you rubbing that wet little cunt of yours, right now."

No, I couldn't. I had to tell her I couldn't, that my whole 'I'm the entertainment' comment had just been a sad and misguided attempt to cover for the real reason for my continued nudity. That I simply liked to be nude. I had to stand up, and in no uncertain terms tell her that we needed to stop this now, go back to the car, grab Nicole and Ange when they returned from their trip to a nearby shop to pick up some more alcohol, and then drive back to the villa so I could get dressed. That's what I had to do. Now. I had to do that,

right now!

I whimpered quietly to myself as I felt my hand begin to move towards my sopping hole.

Oh my god.

Maria watched on in delight as I began to softly rub myself. There was almost a hint of surprise in her look, as if she hadn't actually been expecting me to do it. As if, even though she'd dreamed up this whole delicious punishment for me ruining her considerably more dignified holiday plans, she hadn't thought I could ever be so pathetically compliant.

But I could be. That's exactly what I could always be, it seemed. Pathetically compliant. After my brief, hopeful dalliance with being the one in control of my nude adventure back at the villa yesterday, when I had drawn up a false front of confidence and owned my nudity in all of its glory, I had completely submitted all over again.

I shivered in the wet sand as I slowly upped my pace on my hardened clit. Despite where I was, and what I was doing, or maybe because of all of that, the feeling inside me from my tender strokes were electrifying. I'd never felt so humiliated, but I was consumed with hot, erotic energy that I was spurred on down the awful, thrilling path in front of me.

"Mmm, that's right, dirty girl," Maria cooed at me from her rocky perch, leaning down again to mutter her words at me with an intoxicating mixture of lustful desire and mocking derision, "Really work that clit. Harder."

I meekly complied, upping the pace and the pressure of my movements even more and gasping from the fresh stimulus. As my state of arousal got higher and higher, encouraged by the woman towering over me, I could scarcely believe how things had escalated in my life. Just a few months ago, at the start of my journey, the idea of leaving the curtains open as I walked around my apartment in the nude, or accidentally dropping my towel in front of a delivery man seemed like a step too far, risk-wise. And now, here I was, legs spread wide on a public beach, miles away from any of my clothes, greedily masturbating in front of a woman I'd only met a few days ago.

"Oh fuck, you're really going for it aren't you, Kate? You dirty little girl," she continued to purr at me, stirring my hapless sensual desires still further, "But I want more, Kate. And I think you do as well..."

I whimpered again as she whispered more instructions at me.

"Stick your fingers deep inside for me, Kate. Fuck yourself with your fingers, dirty girl."

I obediently complied without thinking, now freely relinquishing control of even my own masturbation technique and sliding two fingers inside my soaking pussy. My moaning gradually became louder and louder, drifting away on the cool sea breeze.

Part of me couldn't help but wonder where this was all coming from inside Maria. I mean, I knew now that this was some sort of revenge or punishment she was meting out for my nude behaviour having ruined her holiday plans. But the sheer confidence, the forcefulness of her commands was shocking to me. Even as I was so powerless to resist her orders, so focused on trying to keep her happy with my...performance, I still marvelled at the way she was acting, the ease with which she was commanding me. It certainly felt like this wasn't the first time she'd done something like this, and I wondered if, as Nicole had admitted to her own submissive dalliances with her husband, whether she had been doing something similar with her own partner, from a more dominant perspective.

Whether that was the case, or whether she was just working on angry instinct, I was utterly in her thrall. A feeble little dirty girl.

"Go on, ride those fucking fingers," she urged me on, "Ride them for me, dirty girl."

I bucked my hips, her filth-laden instructions driving me forwards. My entire body started writhing. I jutted my breasts out in her direction, silently begging her to reach down and touch me to help drive me towards climax. But unlike Nicole and Ange, she seemed completely happy to just watch me degrade myself and order me on. She kept her hands resolutely to herself.

And yet, that didn't matter. I was too far gone now to care. Even if the Spanish police had suddenly showed up to arrest me for public indecency, they'd have had to wait for me to finish before they took me in.

My moaning became more high-pitched, more insistent. My breathing was ragged. She smiled in satisfaction at the signs of my impending orgasm.

"Are you gonna come now, dirty girl?" she whispered at my hapless squirming form, "Are you lying there, fucking yourself until you come in front of me, right now? Out in the open, here on the beach?"

"Mmm hmm," I meekly affirmed with a desperate squeal.

"No. Not quite yet. Do you hear me?"

I stared up at her in abject horror as my entire body raced almost uncontrollably towards the edge of a sexual precipice.

"I'm serious," she continued with a stern glare down at me, "I don't want you to come yet. If you come now, I swear I'm gonna fucking run back to the car, pick up the others at the shop and leave you right here. You can walk back to the villa, naked, like a little tramp. If you even know the way."

I didn't know the way. At all. I'd been blindfolded in the car. My mind was so addled that I couldn't even remember the address of the villa. If she really left me here, I'd literally never make it back. I couldn't be more stranded.

I panicked and worked against every instinct in my body to slow my rhythm down, reversing myself away from the precipice, while simultaneously letting out a desperate, pleading moan to try and let her know just how much it was hurting to deny myself release. It was another one of my pathetic puppy dog whimpers, as I was again being denied a treat. And it seemed to fuel the look of twisted delight on Maria's face. She knew exactly how much she was torturing me right now.

She saw my pace slowing, saw my writhing and squirming relenting as I reluctantly obeyed her command, and smiled in satisfaction.

"That's better, dirty girl," she purred, "Slow it down. What's the rush?"

What's the rush?!

I thought miserably. The rush is that I'm naked and playing with myself out in the open in a foreign country! No matter how deserted this cove was, or how secluded a spot she and I had found while the others were away, I was still certain we'd be discovered sooner rather than later. And yet, I couldn't do anything but follow her commands. I meekly lay on my back on the sand, the surf of the waves lapping in the distance, and kept working my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. Like the dirty girl I was.

For a moment, she just watched me, the sight of her eyes eagerly taking in my prone, masturbating form building the erotic tension inside me all over again. I even started to imagine Nicole and Ange finding us like this. Imagined putting on my filthy little show for all three of them as they gleefully sat and watched the 'entertainment' over a drink or two.

"Now," Maria continued, "Get up on all fours, dirty girl. Fuck yourself from behind for me. Show me everything."

No. No. Please, no!

But I did it in an instant, without even pausing for breath. I turned around until I was on all fours, my bare bottom facing her, my cheeks spreading slightly as I arched my back. I felt myself turn a deep shade of crimson, as I pictured how utterly on display I now was, even as my fingers kept relentlessly fucking my pussy.

"My my," she laughed from behind me, "What a view that is, Kate."

I whimpered again at the fresh indignity, but kept feverishly masturbating myself.

"Ok," she continued, "Faster, now, dirty girl. Let's get moving here."

I upped my pace again, feeling every inch the dirty girl as I panted desperately on my hands and knees in the wet, clinging sand, wantonly fingering my hole for her entertainment. The extra humiliation of knowing quite how much of myself was now exposed for her pushed my arousal further and further, whether I wanted it to or not.

"Faster, dirty girl," she urged my frantic actions on, "Fuck that wet little pussy."

I complied willingly, sensing my climax approaching once again, preparing to succumb entirely to the delicious shame of doing such a private thing in such a public place in such a scandalous position.

"But don't come, dirty girl," she cautioned again, "If you're about to come, I want you to slow it right down again for me. This is too much fun to stop now."

I whimpered in fresh desperation. I was about to come. Every single inch of me wanted so much to come. More than anything. But I couldn't help but comply, and miserably back myself away from my orgasm once again.

"Now," she commanded, "Turn around. On your knees, in front of me."

I followed her orders immediately, actually a little relieved to be assuming a slightly less revealing pose, even if I was still to be entirely submissive in front of her. I slipped my fingers back out of my soaking hole and switched back to rubbing my hardened clit as I stared up at her, meekly meeting her satisfied gaze as I pleasured myself at her feet.

"You know, you were right," she laughed, "You really are rather entertaining, aren't you?"

I didn't know how to respond to that. I just bit my lip and quivered as I desperately walked the tightrope between maintaining a steady rhythm to my shameful actions without pushing myself over the edge. At least, not until she told me I could.

Oh god.

I'm literally not going to come until she tells me I'm allowed to! I recalled the other night, when Nicole - in her own full-on domination mode after catching me enjoying myself out on the sun deck - had sent me off to bed and ordered me not to touch myself. And how I'd so entirely complied with her order. That's how pathetic I've become, I whined to myself as I kept rubbing my swollen pussy.

"So, dirty girl," she smiled in satisfaction, "Are you ready? Do you want to come? Do you want to finish fucking yourself, on your knees, in front of me?"

"Mmm hmm," I whimpered again through frantic, ragged breaths, my hand still working away on myself.

"Excuse me?" she fired back, eagerly extending my torture.

"I--I want to come," I gasped plaintively, "I want t--to finish fucking myself, on my knees, in front of you."

"And what's the magic word...?"

Oh my goddddddd!

"P--Please!" I whimpered, "Please, Maria, can I please c--come?"

My whole body started to shake. Even as I slowed my movements again, I was struggling to hold off my climax, my state of hapless arousal was too great. I felt it building inside me, like an out of control tidal wave of pleasure, heading right towards me on the shore.

"Hmm," Maria mused, dragging my public torture out even further, "That depends. Are you sorry for ruining my holiday, dirty girl?"

"Y--Yes," I gasped out as I shuddered uncontrollably in the sand, "I--I'm so sorry for ruining your holiday, Maria!"

"Make sure you really mean it, dirty girl. Because I really did have a lot of plans for this holiday, you know."

"I--I know. I know that now. And I do mean it. I really, really mean it, I'm so, so sorry for ruining it with m--my dirty nude body. B--But, please, please, please, c--can I come?"

The tidal wave was nearly upon me. It towered higher and higher as it rushed onwards, bearing down on my quivering body.

"Hmm," she muttered with an evil glare, "You know, I'm still not sure..."

She left me dangling in silence for a horrible moment. The only sounds were of my frantic wet fingers working away on my pussy and the gentle crashing of the sea on the shore. I couldn't stop myself from begging further, as I kept miserably rubbing myself.

"P--Please, Maria!" I whined in complete submission, "I--I'll do anything, I'll say anything. I'll give you anything! Whatever y--you want me to do, I'll do it! B--But I need to come! Just p--please, please, let me come for you!"

What the hell was I saying? My eyes widened as I saw her smile widen even further.

"...Anything, you say?"

I knew I was making a mistake. An awful, horrible mistake. I knew I shouldn't say it. But I was too far gone. The tidal wave was nearly here. I couldn't stop myself now even if I'd wanted to.

"Y--Yes! Anything! Anything at all!"

Another devilish pause. I felt my eyes starting to moisten from the sheer strain of holding myself back from the precipice.

Eventually, she nodded.

That was it. She didn't even have time to vocalise her affirmation. As soon as I saw her head nodding, my climax cascaded forth. I was swept up by the fierce, merciless power of the tidal wave inside me. I succumbed completely to the sensation, moaning and bucking and spasming in the sand at her feet as I came loudly and violently on top of my own hand. I didn't even care where I was, or what I'd just promised. I allowed myself to get swallowed up by the wave and carried away with its strength.

I didn't know how long it lasted. The next thing I knew, I was slumped back on the wet sand, panting and shivering. Maria stepped away from the rock and stood triumphantly over me.

"Oh wow. Such a dirty, dirty girl, Kate..."

For some reason, all I could do was meekly nod back at her. It was true, after all.

As I began to come down from my high, I started to put together the cold facts of what I'd just done with a sense of dread. I was still out here, nude, on some random beach. Miles from the villa, miles from my clothes. Hundreds of miles from the comfort of my apartment. And I'd just pleasured myself to climax right here, in public, following Maria's orders.

I looked down at my body. At my slick fingers, my soaking thighs, my bare breasts, still sticky with fruit juice from that bizarrely innocent game we'd been playing such a short few hours ago back at the villa. The sense of shame was absolute.

"Maybe you should...go for a quick dip," Maria continued, gesturing down to the sea, "Clean yourself up before the others get here?"

Oh god. I'd forgotten all about Ange and Nicole. What if they'd stumbled over just now, as I was in the middle of...that? With a sudden sense of urgency to wash my shame off me, I nodded and uncomfortably stood up, my legs shaking and my pussy still throbbing. I teetered down to the gently lapping waves and tip-toed into the water. I flinched slightly as the water reached my tender pussy, but I gently submerged myself and did my best to clean off my skin.

I felt like I'd suffered whiplash at the speed with which my nude holiday had flipped around on itself. From the deeply erotic way I'd submissively allowed Nicole to strip me completely and pleasure me with her hands, to the way I'd seized control of my adventure and taken the lead in having Ange eat my pussy in my bed last night, to...this. Whatever the hell I'd just done up on the beach.

What had I become? What was going on with me? I didn't know anymore. All I could see was a mass of hideous conflicts. Submitting myself to Nicole's firm, but supportive touch had been incredible, but then so had my quiet authority with the uncertain but willing Ange last night, assuming control as I'd ridden her face like that. And, though it pained me deeply to admit it, so had...what I just did. Surrendering so entirely to Maria's unexpected burst of significantly less supportive domination, in such a daring place. This orgasm had been as powerful as the other two. Yet the circumstances were so different.

I shuddered slightly at the idea that anyone might have just seen that. We'd been alone behind the rocks on the beach. But still, anyone could have walked, or swam past, and I wouldn't even have noticed. And while I still wasn't sure if I could trust Maria's claim that it was completely legal for me to be on the beach in the nude, given everything else she'd said and done to me, I didn't need to check whether or not public masturbation was a no-no in the eyes of Spanish law. Oh god, Kate.

What did you just do?

I sighed as I immersed my body entirely in the sea, doing my best to clean myself under the water. I felt exhausted, like all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and sleep forever. And I tried not to think too much about quite how far I was away from curling up in bed right now, the late afternoon sun still overhead, a twenty minute drive back to the villa whenever Maria and the others decided they had had enough and elected to end my nude torment for the day.

The others.

I looked back up at the shore in front of me, where Maria was idly waiting for me to return without a care in the world. Ange and Nicole still weren't back. And while I was glad they hadn't been around to gatecrash my moment of public indecency, I began to grow a little concerned. The shop can't have been that far away, surely.

Oh no, I suddenly thought. Had they driven off in the car? Was that another part of their carefully planned torment for me today? Abandoning me here, with Maria in her dignified clothing? No, Maria had the car keys, didn't she? But then, I hadn't really been paying attention. They could have handed them off at any point after we got here. And from my vantage point, I couldn't see the rest of the beach beyond the sheltered rocks we'd been behind. I began to panic again, seeing it all playing out. She was going to have us hitchhike back to the villa, or something even more miserably humiliating. Oh god, no.

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