Chapter II - Enjoy My Beach
Hi. The Lupa is back. My name is Kim, in case you did not remember. My next story takes place at a beach. A private beach my relatives own. Yeah, they are rich. Far richer than my own parents.
And I was losing my pale skin to a light tan, despite all my sunblock and umbrellas. Oh well, I tanned pretty good at least. The humidity made my black hair curl naturally, which was cool. The salt water did wonders for my body and hair.
I kept my pussy shaved, except for black pubic hair. I liked being a woman, and I needed to make sure my clients knew I was a woman, and not an underaged girl that could not yet grow pubic hair.
I painted my toe and fingernails bright red, my favorite color. So every day I got my towel and nothing else, walked from the beach patio of the house, down the precarious pathway nestled in cliffs, and to my own private beach cove. A small waterfall was nearby giving fresh water, perfect for rinsing the salt away. Palm trees provided plenty of shade. The place was a paradise.
On each side was a fence, but I opened the gate to welcome people to use my beach. The signs said no trespassing, but I put up a second sign saying ... If Gate Open, Enjoy My Beach. No Litter Please.
Joggers wandered in mostly, who normally had to turn around at my fence. A few women saw me naked, blushed, and turned around. Men, however, stared at me in awe, and left more slowly.
As the days went by, more men began to go there and hang out, go for a swim. Seeing me naked, a few were bold enough to do the same. A few men approached me and said hello, getting a closer look at my body. Then they would get erections, blush, and depart.
Then one day...
"Is this your beach?"
"Yep," I replied.
"I guess it's legal for you to go nude then, huh?"
"Yep."
"That's cool. But why open the gate? I never would."
"Why should I have it all to myself?" I shrugged.
"You should at least charge."
"I do."
"You do?"
"Well, for the use of anything more than my beach," I said coyly.
I got over being judged a long time ago. But it was still naughty and rebellious to be a whore. Most people just didn't handle it well. This man turned bright red and left without another word.
"Have a good day," I had called out after him.
The days passed, and soon I had a bunch of men on my beach casually chatting it up with me, as naked as I was, and of all shapes and sizes which I did not mind.
They all had to have known I was whoring myself out by then, but were reluctant to put it to the test. All that money just sitting there, waiting for me to collect.
Seeing one handsome Latino nearby with a huge package, I smiled at him often. He clearly liked me, and wasn't just there to use my beach. He was there for me, I could tell. Even semi-erect, he was a fucking god, and I wanted his dark cock inside me so badly.
I got up and went for a swim, and then walked back to his beach blanket to say hi, dripping wet for his enjoyment.
"Hi."
"Well, hello gringa. How are you?"
I went and sat down next to him. "Mind if I sit down?"
"A beautiful woman like you asks to sit down with me? I must be dreaming."
"Maybe. You like my beach?"
"I do, senorita. Though, I have heard rumors that the owner prostitutes herself."
I pretended to be scandalized, mouth wide open and everything. Then as casually as I could, I reached over and touched his penis, rubbing its length.
"I have heard such a rumor, too. Perhaps because I am the owner, and the source of it."
Now he blushed, while also looking down at my pale hand on his dark, hardening cock.
"I would be both disappointed, and tempted," he said. "Such a beauty as you, why not find a rich man and settle down?"
"Would you rather I not sell my body now?"
He chuckled a little, looking me over, drinking me with his Latin eyes. Oh how he wanted me. I got up on my knees and took his beautiful dark cock into my mouth, tasting salt and precum, and loving it.
He leaned back flat and moaned, groaning with what almost sounded like guilt. I grabbed his testicles gently, feeling their weight and softness. What a wonder to be a man, I thought. What was it like? They were full of cum, and I wanted to fucking drain them.
"So how much?" he moaned.
I took him down my throat all the way, my lips to his trimmed pubic hair, and it swelled down my throat. I no longer gagged after much practice with Killian. Then I let it slide out of my throat as my eyes locked with his, and smiled as it fell from my mouth. He was as hard as a rock now.
Then on my knees, playing with his cock, I showed him my menu on my phone, and he read it over.
His eyes went wide. "And if want to sixty-nine you, before anyone else fucks you today? Had anything else?"
I smiled, tilted my head thoughtful and looked into the sky like a ditz ... men liked that ... touched my lower lip with one finger, and then decided. "Same price for Option 2."
"OK, but I have no cash."
I shook my phone at him. "Chip reader built into the case."
He got his credit card out.
"Not yet," I said, pulling out a pen from the case. I took his finger, pricked it, and waited for the results. He jerked his hand away.
"What is that?"
"A blood test. I'm not doing business with anyone infected with a disease. I'm not stupid."
He seemed greatly impressed by this. "To my shame, I am so bedazzled by you, that I had not thought of that. May I see how it works?"
I showed him the screen, and his negative results. "You're clean as a whistle. Now your credit card."
The beach was sunny and bright, and I began to sweat in it. The white sand, pale limestone cliffs, palm trees and waterfall nearby only made the whole affair truly wonderful for me. I felt all powerful and horny, like Aphrodite.
My phone beeped, and I had him enter the choice of three options. He picked Option Two ... Oral Sex with Optional Interncourse within One Hour.
I got to work at once, putting my shaved pussy in his face and laying on his stomach with my stomach, his cock in my face.
I was startled by how quickly he dug in with his mouth and tongue. But it only made me want his cock in my mouth more, and his cum in my belly where it belonged.
I looked around as I filled my throat with Latin cock, one hand around his balls, the other around his shaft as it pumped when I came up for air. I had an audience. The men around me were watching, and their cocks were hardening. I was soon going to have a lot of business.
But I took my time, and gave my Latin John ... or Juan ... his hour. Pulling his foreskin back, and sucked that cock eagerly. And he ate me out eagerly as well, his lips and tongue working wonders. I stifled my moan as I came. Fortunately I was not a squirter.
When he came, I kept the head in my mouth as his hot cum filled my mouth, then swallowed when full. He filled it a second time nearly, and I swallowed again. He moaned as he came, as did I. I smiled at the other guys as I showed some of his cum on my tongue.
