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."