Hi.
You might remember me. My name is Ellie - and I'm a slut.
Not always you understand, but sometimes. Normally, I'm almost demure. But when my lustful desires take over, I just have to get away and do something about them -- and that's were you might remember me from. I wrote all about my adventures a little while ago. Well, if you read my diaries then you'll know that sooner or later those lustful desires were going to come back. Well, not so long ago they did.
And so I went away again.
And this is what happened on my second night in Spain.
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My pussy felt as if it was on fire. I'd been on holiday for two days, and hadn't even started to satisfy my lustful cravings. I glanced across at the bed as I walked through my hotel room, at the toys strewn there. I'd only just got out of the shower, where I'd spent an awful long time caressing my body and plunging my fingers inside my pussy until I'd exploded with the most wonderful orgasm, but still I wanted, needed, more. I knew that what I really needed was a nice, hot cock. But somehow, since I'd arrived back in Spain, I just hadn't got what I wanted. Oh, there'd been opportunities, but it was if I was waiting for something else, something special, something different, to come along.
I glanced at the clock, and saw that I had a good hour until I needed to get dressed and ready for dinner. After that, I was planning to go out and explore the bars along the sea front. I reached for the towel that I'd dropped on the end of the bed, catching sight of the toys again as I leant over, my full breasts swaying forward. I was planning to go out onto the balcony for a while to dry off in the early evening sun, but seconds later that was forgotten as I sat at the end of the bed, propped up against several pillows, my breast in one hand while I ran the fingers of the other around my engorged clit.
I moaned as I tweaked a nipple, softly at first and then harder as other fingers traced a circle around my clit. I glanced across at my reflection in the mirror on the dressing table at the end of the bed, at my flushed face. Without really thinking, I got up and quickly tilted the mirror forward. Settling back down, I sighed as I watched in the mirror as my fingers disappeared into my pussy. I fingered myself slowly, relishing the feel of at least something inside me. I sighed as little tremors of pleasure ran through me, my already hard nipples tightening even more as I tugged on them gently.
I closed my eyes for a moment and laid back, settling into the pillows as my fingers found a good, steady rhythm across my clit and deep inside my wanton pussy. With a sigh, I pulled my fingers from my pussy and licked them slowly, tasting my juices before I felt around the bed for the toys. I found one of my favourites, a small vibrator, slender and short, but which felt amazing on my clit. I opened my eyes and watched in the mirror as my fingers and toy did their work, each alternating between my clit and pussy.
My body was on fire, my nipples aching with desire. I pinched them fiercely, clamping the vibrator between my thighs to free up my hands. I pulled the toy from my pussy, needing something more. I grabbed another vibrator, a long, thick one that was so cock like it was scary. I threw my legs apart and watched in the mirror again, my wet pussy and the tight rosebud of my ass staring back at me. I could the shininess of my juices were they'd trickled slowly down between my taut cheeks.
With a wanton groan, I grabbed the small toy again and quickly sucked it, before guiding the moist plastic towards my ass. I relaxed as it slid inside me just enough to send waves of pleasure through me. I fucked my ass gently, my fingers swirling slowly around my clit again. My ass tightened around the vibrator, holding it in place while I held my lips apart and slipped the thicker cock into my hot pussy.
Through blurred eyes, I watched in the mirror as I fucked myself, as I toyed with my clit, as I pulled on my already swollen nipples. I watched my breasts swaying as I drove the cock into me, faster, deeper. I watched as a flush rose through me, as my mouth hung open. I watched and felt my orgasm build, and then burst through me, driven by my toys and my fingers, by my need and lust, my ass and pussy full.
I gasped and cried out as my body rocked with pleasure. I held the toys inside my body, my thighs tight together as I squeezed my breasts, as my orgasm flooded my body before running its course. I eased the toys out of me, before flopping back onto the bed, gasping for breath, my body slick with perspiration.
Once I'd got my breath back, I took another shower, and this time I managed to behave while I washed, while I went and sat out on the balcony, a towel wrapped loosely around me. I let the sun dry me off before heading back into the bedroom, pangs of hunger telling me that it was time for dinner. Or was it pangs of another sort telling me to get dinner -- and hit the town?
As I walked back into the bedroom and dropped my towel, I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror. My red hair hung loosely around my shoulders, framing my face. I always thought my nose was too small, but my bright eyes and full lips more than made up for it. I turned sideways, and checked out the upward tilt of my full breasts, the hard, pointed nipples. I shivered as I ran a hand over my flat stomach, before turning around to check out my firm, rounded ass and long, slender legs in the mirror.
"Not bad," I murmured to myself as I turned to face the mirror again, casting my eyes one more time over my lightly tanned body, with only my mound standing out, plump and white, its covering of short red hair doing little to hide what lay beneath.
I quickly combed my hair out, leaving it loose around my shoulders. I grabbed favourite black bra and thong, a tight vee neck tee shirt that showed off my breasts to perfection, and a short flared skirt. I looked at the bra, and then discarded it before pulling the thong up my legs, making sure that it was settled nicely around my mound before pulling the red skirt on after it.
I looked in the mirror again, taking pleasure in the sight of my breasts. I pulled on the white tee shirt, loving how it clung to my breasts. The material was already rubbing my nipples, making them rise up, my clothes doing nothing to hide them. I grinned at myself as I checked my hair again. A quick spray of perfume, and I was ready.
"Girl," I told myself in the mirror, "you're looking good!"
I slipped on a pair of stilettos that showed off my legs, grabbed my bag and was gone, my short skirt swirling around my thighs as I headed for the lifts. I strolled into the restaurant and headed for the table I'd been allocated when I arrived. I enjoyed the walk through the crowded room, knowing that so many eyes were on me -- the eyes of men who lusted after me, and of women who were either jealous or envious, or who wanted me as well.
I took my time over dinner, enjoying the attention of the handsome Spanish waiters. Part of me wanted to rush, but part of me wanted to take my time. And as I did, I felt an unexpected sense of anticipation building. I suddenly knew that tonight was going to be something special, that this was what I'd been waiting for. I had no idea what that something was, but my pussy was throbbing unbearably at just the thought, my already hard nipples tightening against my tee shirt.
After dinner, I stuck to my plan and headed down towards the sea front. The streets that were lined with tacky souvenir shops during the day were now alive with the throbbing beat from a multitude of bars, the music bouncing off the closely packed buildings. I took my time, enjoying the sights and sounds around me, the attention I was getting. I smiled flirtatiously a few times, and frowned discouragingly a few more as I made my way towards the sea front.
The sea breeze caught my skirt as I turned to walk along the bar and club lined promenade, but I didn't bother to stop it as it rose high up on my thighs. I wandered into the first bar and slid onto a high bar stool, crossing my legs carefully as I ordered a glass of white wine. I looked around as I sipped my drink, seeing a typical Spanish sea front bar. I decided that it wasn't the place for me, and finished my drink quickly before sliding off the stool.
The next bar was much the same, though this time I stayed long enough to chat for a few minutes to a group of Germans of about my age. They were talking excitedly about a new club that had just opened where "anything goes", and I knew straight away that that was the place for me. I finished my drink and headed off in the same direction as them.
I found it straight away, although to be honest the crowds outside and the flashing lights gave it away a bit. There was a long queue of people waiting to get in, so I put on my sauciest walk and headed straight towards the doorman at the front of the queue, my skirt swirling around my legs. A brilliant smile and I was let through, along with a few others.
I stepped inside, and immediately felt those behind me pressing forward. I felt a hand curling around my ass, squeezing a cheek gently. I grinned to myself and moved away without looking back, my nipples taut under my tee shirt. I made my way around the club, swaying with the music as I walked, but ignoring the open invitations to dance.
The club seemed to be split into four parts, each with its own dance floor. Each of the parts pounded to a different sort of music, except the last one I saw which was being used for running competitions and the like. Without thinking, I moved onto the dance floor nearest me, automatically swaying in time with the music bouncing around me.
I danced for a while, lost in the music, my arms above my head at times. The heat in the club washed over me, making my already tight tee shirt cling to my body. A few people danced in front of me, both men and women, but for now I just smiled back, enjoying their attention. But something deep inside me was still telling me that something was going to happen.
The dancing had made me thirsty, as well as hot in all sorts of places. I made my way to the bar and bought an iced coke, that I sipped as I wandered around the club again. Two men looped their arms through mine and tried to guide me back to the bar, and for a moment I was tempted, but with a smile and a promise to "catch them later" I moved on.
In the competition area, some sort of beauty contest was just ending. I smiled as the winner tugged her tee shirt back down over the lacy bra that barely hid her full breasts, and for a moment I wondered what I'd missed. But then my attention was caught by the disc jockey that was running the competitions, a tall, dark Spaniard who just oozed with a confident sex appeal.
"Okay," he called out to the waiting crowd in his heavily accented English, "It's the boys turn now ... or should that be the girls turn?"
He paused as the crowd laughed and cheered.
"Do we have any contestants?" he asked.
