Sex on the Beach

This story takes place following the events described in "Don't Drink and Drive" and unfolds within the universe I envisioned in "Portuguese Crime Reduction Act." However, I hope it functions as a standalone tale. It's based on true events and was an exercise in writing mostly through dialogue. I recommend everyone visiting Portugal to spend a few days on the Alentejo coast, where there are many beaches like the one described, you can find it on google located in Odexeixe.

I have corrected and improved the text of the original. Please coment on this version.

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Sofia pov.

"No! Stop! No, please! Miguel, don't you dare!" He grabbed my arm and started running into the water, pulling me and, at the last moment lifting me in his arms.

Splash! SplASH! SPLASH!

"Aaah! Bloody hell, it's freezing cold!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Don't be such a wimp, it's not that cold. And look - cold does wonders for those tits of yours." He was right, my nipples were hard as rocks.

"Can't say the same about you, Sir," I made a naughty face pointing at the compact ball that was Miguel's testicles and penis, withered by the cold water.

"Put that smart mouth to work then."

"But I'll drown! And I already sucked your cock this morning!" I had already woken my owner with his morning fellatio.

I started to run in the shallow water towards the ocean.

"Well, well... a rebellious slave! And now a runaway!"

Splassh! Splash!

"You can't outswim me." He couldn't - I had been a competitive swimmer in college.

"I can't but the sharks can!"

"Sharks? There are no sharks in Portu... Woooh... Hey! How did you...? No, give me back my bikini bottom... MIGUEL!" My lack of attention and instinctive scan of the water was all he needed - he'd dived under and stolen my bikini bottom in one swift move.

"Red bikinis! Get your red bikinis here! Hot stuff, barely used! Ha! Ha!" He waved my bikini in his hand like a trophy.

"I will do what you want, just give me back my bikini bottom... though I suppose I have to do what you want anyway, don't I?" The last words came out soft and resigned.

"Sorry love, but disobedient slaves don't get to wear bikinis at all. Top off too - come on."

"Here it is, Sir. See? My nipples are rock hard," I handed him the top of my bikini and thrust out my breasts, putting on my best submissive, playing the repentant slave while still being a tease.

"Cold, stiff, salty nipples - just my favorite kind of nipples."

"Mmm... your lips are so warm!" I gasped, surprised by how my body responded despite the cold water. "I never knew... I mean... oh!"

"Sofia, the Cold fish! Let me warm you a little more."

"Wooh! Oh god... your cock is getting so big... and hot." I felt his erect penis pressing against me.

"Have you ever fucked in the ocean before, completely naked?"

"No, never... have you, Sir?"

"Yes, and so will you." I felt his hands gripping my buttocks and back firmly. His erect penis pushed my labia apart.

"Now hold me tight, wrap your legs around my back, don't let go."

"I... I wasn't expecting this intensity. Your cock is so hard... and hot, it almost burns." The hot penis contrasted with the cold water and it felt like a hot iron rod was penetrating me. It was so hot it made me shiver.

"Your pussy is also hot, and the cold water is making it tighter... just don't let go... let us feel the waves."

"I... I am floating! It feels... oh god... when the waves move... hummm! Just don't stop! The ocean... it's like... oh god... every wave pushes you deeper inside me!" I surrendered to the weightless feeling, letting the water move us together.

"No, I won't Stop!... Kiss me!... Yess...Yessss! SOFIA!"

"HAAAA!HAAA!humm! More! SIR!...Miguel!Sir!... Please...Hummmm!" My whole body shuddered, my first ocean orgasm hitting me in waves - the heat between us, the cold water, the weightlessness all mixing together.

"WoooW! That was Intense!"

"My whole body is tingling! Thank you, thank you Sir!" I gasped as waves of pleasure still rippled through my naked body.

"Look Sofia, down in the water!"

"You tickling me? Hoo... So many little fishes... they are nibbling at my pussy, naughty fisshes." A school of little silver fish surrounded my vulva, darting between my copper curls, nibbling at the white rags of cum from my pussy lips.

"Yep, They are eating your pussy too, and my cum, He!he!he!he! Come let us go to shore."

We walked out of the cold water, my legs still shaky from the orgasm. The hot sand burned our feet as we rushed to our towels, my body trembling - from the cold, from the pleasure, from everything that had just happened.

"This little beach is such a beautiful place, how come we are the only two people here?" The beach was a narrow strip of sand between two black shale cliffs, no more than 30 meters wide, and only 10 to 15 meters of dry sand at high tide. It was on the far left of Odeceixe beach, beyond the part reserved for naturists.

"We might have company later when the tide changes but for the next 4-5 hours we have a private beach all to ourselves."

"How did you find it?" I asked him.

"By chance, back in 1993 me and my friends were kayaking along the shore and found this little spot. Come and see this." He led me to a small grotto at the end of the beach.

"Miguel, Rui, Pedro, Inacio 12-07-93... you boys carved your names in the wall of the grotto." I traced the letters with my fingers. "It looks just like those old discovery marks - you know, the crosses our sailors left around the world. You boys did exactly what Portuguese men have always done - found a beautiful spot and claimed it as your own." I smiled at the thought. "I can almost see you four jumping from a caravel onto some African beach, claiming it for King João II. Though I suppose the main difference is that your slave is white and red-headed instead of coffee-colored. Are they all still your friends?"

"Only Rui, we lost contact with Inácio, and Pedro died some years ago in a car crash."

"Sorry to hear that." His face clouded over.

"It is life, we live them, we die. Now come here my pale slave and put some sun cream on your owner's body. Be thorough."

"Yes Sir! Can't let my owner get burned, now can I?" I purred, taking the bottle. "Where shall I start?"

"Exactly like that, such gentle hands. Much more skilled than I expected from a slave."

"I always do my best, Sir... and you've been so kind to me. Better than I deserve, really. Most murderers don't get days at the beach." My voice caught slightly at the truth of it.

"Mmm, keep going, just like that."

"Yes Sir, from neck to toes... and everywhere in between." I worked the cream thoroughly into his back, then his buttocks. When my hands reached his testicles, I felt him tense with pleasure.

"My, my! What happened to that shy teacher from three days ago? Look at you now."

"Three days ago I was a free woman. Now I'm your slave.

I lowered my voice to a whisper, "three days ago I didn't even know what an orgasm felt like. You've changed me so much already." I sighed deeply, then guided his hands to my breasts.

"And these..." I arched my back, letting my nipples brush against his palms, "need your protection too. Your property can't get burned, Sir. Though maybe you should check if they're still as hard as they were in the water?"

"Yes they are hard, and no they can't, that's why you'll wear your bikini. Now spread those legs wide, slave. I want to make sure every inch is protected." He lifted my left foot, kissing each toe slowly. "Mmm, your toes taste salty from the ocean."

"You surprise me, Sir. I thought we were going to spend the day butt-naked on the beach?" In reality, I shouldn't have been surprised, my bikini, despite being sexy, was quite modest, and covered most of my breasts and buttocks.

"I'll be naked - you won't. I love those tan lines... The other leg now." I extended my right leg as he moved away from my left leg, repeating the slow, sensual application of lotion.

"Enjoying the view, Sir?" I asked as he spread my legs fully apart.

"Yep, now stand on all four and push your pretty ass up." I turned around and got down on all fours on top of the beach towel. The position completely exposed my pussy and arsehole - thank god we were alone on the beach.

"Like this?"

"Yes, but spread your legs a little more, and raise your shoulders...damn you're hot." I felt the cold sunscreen dripping down my shoulder blades and then Miguel's hands.

"Hummm! So good, were you a professional masseuse?"

"Thanks, but no, only a good student." His hands moved from my spine to the side of my ribs, belly and breasts.

"Naughty," I said playfully as his hands found my breasts, not really protesting at all.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I forgot my manners on how to properly apply sunscreen on a lady's breasts."

"Ouch! Not so hard! I was... Ah! You're twisting them! Sir, please... they're sensitive! Ouch!" His fingers pinched and twisted my breasts and nipples until they were red.

"Stop complaining! Stay like that, don't move." He went to his backpack and snatched something while I stood there naked on my hands and knees.

It was a camera.

Click, click, click

"Sir! What are you doing? Why are you taking photos?" My heart started racing - I remembered him buying that photography book after the courthouse.

"Because I'm your owner and I want to. You're gorgeous, and natural redheads are in high demand. Now, lift your shoulders, push those tits out, give me a little frown... yes, perfect."

"You're going to sell these? But I'm a teacher! My career... my students..." The panic rose in my throat.

"Calm down! Ha!ha!ha!"

"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!" I jumped up, arms crossed over my breasts, fear turning to anger. "I accepted being your slave for seven years, but this will destroy everything I've worked for!"

Click, Click, Click!

"Ha!Ha!HA! I should shock you for this attitude, but that angry face while naked... priceless!"

"How dare you laugh!" My voice cracked with pain. "After everything we just shared... how can you be so tender one moment and so cruel the next?" The tears started falling despite my rage.

"You...you told me I could keep teaching... LIAR!"

BZZZZZZZZ! "AAAAH!"

"Bloody hell! Shit! Sofia, are you alright? I didn't shock you... Shit! SOFIA!"

"NO!...PLEASE!...NO MORE... SIR... PLEASE!" I coughed, curled up in agony. "I was going to slap you... please... don't shock me again...Miguel... Please!" My head felt like it was on fire, the pain unbearable. I felt the warm wetness between my thighs - I'd lost control of my bladder. Taking deep breaths, I tried to pull myself together, but my body kept trembling.

"I didn't shock you - your collar activated when you tried to hit me. Here, drink some water."

"It hurts... so much..." I gasped between coughs. "You're still... a pervert... and a liar."

"Fucking hell! You're in a ball, can barely speak, and still mouthing off? Love that spirit, Red. And no, I'm not a liar - pervert yes, liar no."

"Liar! The moment those photos get shared, I'm finished. The slutty teacher... everything I've worked for..." My voice broke. Teaching was all I'd ever wanted to do, since I was a little girl.

"No one's going to fire you."

"What... what do you mean?"

"Just go take a dive. Swim those tears away."

"Yes, Sir." I couldn't manage anything else, tears streaming down my face, my thighs wet with urine from the shock.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

"You took some time. Was about to come get you - your lips are blue. Here, put your bikini on and dry yourself."

"Sir! Please..." I stumbled toward him shivering. "Hold me... I was so stupid... just hold me, please..."

"You foolish girl, you're freezing! What were you thinking? Were you trying to..." His voice caught. "Were you trying to kill yourself?"

"Yes... I thought about swimming into the Atlantic..." My teeth chattered. "But I couldn't... then I was too ashamed to come back. I forgot my place... I'm a murderer, I have no rights. Not a teacher anymore... just a slave. My own choice."

"Lie down in the sun, get warm. I pushed you too far with the teasing."

"But I lost control! I should never have spoken to you like that, let alone try to slap you."

"The collar punished you - and you're punishing yourself even more. Look, I'm no saint. I took you as my slave for the sex and the money you could earn me. I was honest about that from the start, wasn't I?"

"Yes, and I thank you..." I wiped my eyes. "I lost perspective. If I'd gone to prison, I couldn't teach anyway."

"Ah, but you will teach. You'll keep your position as vice-principal. You'll model for my photos, work at Carla's Spa, and do the other jobs I arrange." He wrapped a towel gently around my shoulders.

"How? Mr. Luis hates me - even before my conviction. He'll do anything to get me fired."

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"No, Sir. You haven't."

"Do you trust me, Sofia?"

"I do." I swallowed hard. "I have to."

"Then rest. Enjoy the sun and sand. Later we'll swim again, take more photos on this lovely beach. Make the most of our day here."

"Miguel, Sir... please hold me." I drifted off in his arms, exhausted but strangely at peace.

The end.