What she wouldn't give to have someone touching her tits right now! Actually, there were a number of things she wouldn't. Eve was better than that. Not so for some of the other people on this beach. But wow, her girls really did need some attention. They ached and throbbed with her arousal, in desperate need of the touch of a pair of big, strong hands.
Eve's best friend, Ruth, had finally convinced her to tag along to the Prince Beach after months of begging. Ruth had been going since it opened for the season in May, but always asked Eve to go with her for, well, safety in numbers. Eve had resisted for so long since she didn't support the premise of Prince Beach whatsoever, but after Ruth's narrowly-missed encounter with four predatory frat boys the last time she was leaving the beach, Eve couldn't let her come alone again.
The Prince Beach. Prince Hakim Rahal's personal stretch of pristine sands and turquoise waters. Women and men of all kinds flocked to the beach every summer when it opened, regardless of age, nationality, or sexuality. It was the place to go if you were looking for the horniest people around.
As Prince Beach was Hakim's private property, anyone that set foot onto his sands also belonged to him while they remained within his jurisdiction. Hakim viewed visitors to his beach as his concubines, and would prowl the shoreline almost every day to make his choice from among the sunbathers and swimmers. The moment they crossed his property line, the beachgoers consented to the possibility of being chosen as Prince Rahal's fuck toy for the day. Hakim had every right to fulfill his desires however he wished. Nothing stopped his personal guards from doing the same, and it was well expected for them to do so after the Prince chose his own prize.
Eve had long scoffed at those who visited the beach to grovel and vie for the prince's attention. Even if that meant scoffing at her best friend.
But now that she was here, she could see why so many people came to this paradise. The waters were truly unmatched in beauty and clarity compared to all other beaches within miles of this place. Not only was the landscape beautiful, but also the ambiance was luxurious. Eve hadn't realized the pampering the prince provided to the people who were legally regarded as his concubines. Oiled and gleaming attendants wove among the ornate wicker sunbathing furniture laid out for the prince's guests, carrying cool trays of decadent fruit and chilled drinks. These waiters were so scantily-clad and muscled that even Eve was getting wet at the sight, despite how much she didn't want to. On principle, of course.
One of the male attendants had reached across her body to place a bowl of grapes on the side table next to her white wicker chair where she lounged in her full-body coverup. He pulled away and, just as his face was level with hers, their eyes locked and his wicked grin set her core ablaze and made her breasts grow heavy.
So she was now in desperate need of... intimate attention. She would have to make sure to secure alone time after Ruth was finally ready to leave these sun-drenched shores.
She shifted in her chair to try and shake the heavy veil of desire that had settled over her, but all she could focus on was the wet spot on her white bathing suit bottoms she could feel growing. Though she had intentionally chosen to conceal most of her body to differentiate herself from the beach visitors interested in Prince Rahal's affections, her face flushed with embarrassment at the thought of anyone finding out how much her pussy screamed to be slammed right now. Oh, to feel the nice stretch of a man's cock against the slick walls of her snatch.
"See, sugar! Isn't this fun!" Ruth exclaimed from where she sunbathed, facedown, on neighboring wicker furniture. Her voice was muffled by the towel beneath her. "Food, sunshine, eye candy! What more could a girl ask for? And I just can't think straight wondering where the prince is at this very moment!"
Ruth's southern belle twang made it all the more ironic that she was one of the people here hoping to be chosen by Hakim. Her voice didn't quite match the vision of the type of person who sought out the Prince Beach. It conjured images closer to innocence and naivety than debauchery and spread legs. "It's all very exciting, don't you think? I would give anything to have him pick me one day!"
"How many times have you come out here, Ruth? Twenty? And have you ever even seen him?" Eve asked. Her head lolled to the side, eyes closed, as she relished the sun on her face. Her book lay on her lap, forgotten.
She heard the telltale rustle of the towel. Eve cracked her eye open just enough to watch Ruth sit up on her elbows.
"Well, no," Ruth said as she stuck out her lower lip. Freckles dotted the plump flesh.
"Then what makes you think you'll see him today? And not only that, but that he would choose you, specifically, out of all of these people?" She waved her hand at the countless bodies around them, all practically naked, clean shaven, and ready to be ravaged by some royal cock.
Even as Eve asked this, she knew the answer. One look at Ruth said it all. Long locks of gleaming red hair, high cheek bones, and glowing tan skin from years of playing soccer put Ruth at the very top of the food chain of all the hopefuls at the Prince Beach today. Her legs were fully fleshed out from those years of running, long and bursting with strong curves of muscle along her calves. The golden skin of her back and shoulders stretched taut over her defined muscles, and water droplets from salt water and sweat glinted off her body. If anyone was going to be picked by Hakim, Ruth was one of them.
Not to say the least of Eve, though. She might not have possessed the same conventional beauty as her dear friend, but her body was equally as toned from her love of weightlifting and her habit of refusing to let the men in her life tell her what she couldn't do. She had always pushed herself physically, so that whenever a challenge arose, she would be able to defy expectations and do anything a man could do.
Her golden hair shimmered in waves down her shoulders, her milky skin rosy in just the right places. Full lips blushed under shimmering blue eyes on her heart-shaped face. What Eve lacked in long legs she made up for in curved hips and a sub-300 pound deadlift. The muscles of her biceps and thighs rippled as she leaned over to grab a grape from the side table that separated her chair from Ruth's.
Movement caught her eye just over Ruth's head. The grapes in her hand slipped from her fingers as she stared in shock at the scene unfolding behind her friend.
"What? What is it?" Ruth asked, turning her head this way and that over her shoulder to try and see what Eve gaped at.
An entourage of the strongest men Eve had ever seen sauntered across the sands in their direction. They were all shirtless, with only billowing cream pants to cover their ripped bodies. The sun fell gladly on their rich brown skin and the dark curls and beards that gleamed in the light.
The man leading the group was tall, and darker than the rest. His shoulders were massive and he walked with such intention that his steps proclaimed "I own this beach." It could only be the Prince. His brows lowered in a stormy, angry expression, he didn't look like someone ready to make sweet, passionate love to a lucky maiden of his choice. Eve was suddenly especially glad her whole body was covered up.
Murmurs stirred in the group's wake, men and women alike drooling after them, lust in their eyes. These were the men the beachgoers were after. The reason they came to this particular beach. Eve couldn't help but admire the many cocks now making tents in swimming trunks, and tits that suddenly found themselves outside the confines of their bathing suit tops. She squirmed in her seat, aware of her wetness again.
Ruth let out a short squeal when she finally caught sight of what Eve was looking at, and Eve could practically hear the blood that rushed to her friend's pussy in that moment. This was why Ruth came to the beach too. She quickly flipped off of her belly and onto her back, presumably so she could gawk without straining her neck. "It's him! It's finally him!"
"He won't pick you if you look so excited," Eve teased under her breath.
"Hush, darlin'!" Ruth admonished with a flap of her hand, not taking her eyes from her targets. "And he won't pick you if you look so glum!"
As the group drew closer, it became clear that the prince was in fighting spirits. He snapped at the man directly to his left, who had been pleading with him just moments before. They argued, but Eve couldn't make out what was said. Just as they were in range, the argument ended, and the prince shook his head in agitation, continuing to stomp forward in the sand. The man at his side settled into silence.
"Oh, here they come, here they come! What should I do?" Ruth flustered. She quickly switched between fluffing her hair, pinching both of her nipples, and spreading her legs just a little wider in her lounge chair.
