The Miranda Models

I'm not sure quite how to feel about the Miranda models at the beach these days. These tall, perfect women in bikinis approach any man who's alone, and... um... make an irresistible -- and kind of expensive -- nuisance of themselves.

"Hullo man", she'll say. "I'm Miranda. Let's hang out."

Then it starts. "Do you want to kiss me? One minute for twenty dollars."

And you usually do want to, so you hand over your card. Her scent is exquisite, her lips are soft and parted, and you get to rub full length against her.

So you don't want to stop there. Which is fine with her, of course.

"For forty dollars more you can kiss me again, AND put your hand inside my panties to rub my pussy. AND I promise to enjoy it."

Oh boy! So you probably hand over your card again. Her pussy lips are tight and perfect in every way. Her clit is oh so easy to find. And her pants and wails of pleasure around your tongue as you kiss, well they're the most intoxicating pleasure sounds you've ever heard.

She gives you two minutes this time, and then your time's up. You've got your card ready before she even makes her next offer.

"For sixty dollars, you can take my panties down. And eat me out. For three minutes. I'd really love you to." And this on a public beach. That isn't clothing optional.

If you can afford it, of course you pay up. Wow -- she's already whimpering with realistically simulated pleasure as you start to slide her panties down. She lets you take them all the way off, but then she grabs them and expertly knots them around one wrist. You start licking. Her response when you work on her clit, is to wail loudly in the most arousing manner imaginable. Here, in public.

But the Miranda models have been working these beaches for months now. People know what to expect from them. And know also that complaining doesn't do any good.

So you probably don't even look around nervously to check their reactions. You're too eagerly getting your money's worth. Her pussy tastes sweet, musky, and almost alcoholic. It's certainly intoxicating. You can cup her bum cheeks with your hands. And you can penetrate her with your tongue. When you do that, she even screams "sweet nothings" at you, along the lines of "Oh baby!" or "Oh my lover!" or "Ooh wow I love that, man!" Fuck that does things to you. By this point you're probably close to cumming, unbidden, as it were. Maybe you have already cum.

But then it's over again. She's got her panties back on in no time at all. But of course, she's got more to offer.

"Wow lover," she says breathlessly. "What do you want to do now?"

"For a hundred dollars, I'll take off all my clothes, and suck your penis, until you cum, or for five minutes, whichever is longer."

"I loooooove doing that! I can guarantee that I will cum also."

"For two hundred dollars, I'll take off all my clothes, and you can fuck me, for ten minutes, and cum inside me, or anywhere else you want to."

"I love doing that... even more! My... cunt... will explode with gratitude at you."

Oh boy oh boy. You pony up yet again, selecting the "full service" option. During the pause in proceedings, you notice for the first time that other Miranda models are working, not close by exactly, but within earshot. Their earth-shattering orgasms, and those of their clients, can be clearly heard Leaving you an overstimulated wreck, barely able to continue.

She smiles and holds your gaze while unfastening the front of her white bikini top. It springs off and disappears behind her. Still smiling, still savouring your look of wonderment, she shimmies down her bikini panties and discards them wantonly.

"What position shall we assume first, lover?"

Let's say you select cowgirl. She wastes no time mounting your prone form. You watch in almost disbelief as her cunt slides down to engulf the entirety of your cock. She begins to rock up and down your shaft, her wails of ecstasy are the most enchanting, heavenly sounds you could ever imagine hearing. You reach for her breasts, and she bends forward to rub them against you. Involuntarily you start thrusting up inside her, her steady rhythm is easy to synchronise with. You grab her neck and kiss her mouth, desperately.

"My cunt... is so grateful... to you, lover. I'm... going to... cum... for you. Nearly... there...". Then "OHHHHHH!!!", she screams. "AAAAHHHHH!!!! FUUUCK!! FUCK ME BABY! OOOOHHHH!!! AIIIIEEEE!!!"

And more like that. And there's nothing fake about it. She loses her rhythm because her thighs sre spasming uncontrollably, and her vagina is convulsing in its deadly embrace around your cock.

Almost telepathically, you move to side-fuck position. Her orgasm barely subsides throughout the transition. Her mouth seeks yours hungrily, as she seeks to maximise the intimacy between you.

All thoughts of timekeeping seem to have been abandoned, but your explosion can not be delayed much longer. Again telepathically you transition to missionary. Her orgasm and its convulsions continue unabated.

There was only one place you were ever going to cum with this heavenly angel. "My God! Miranda! I love you darling! Love you forever! UUURRRGGHHH!! UUURRRGHHH!! UURRRGGGHHHH!!!" And another thirty seconds of that, as her pussy hungrily drains you.

She never transitions back into "business mode". She gives you her number, and asks for and receives yours. You promise to never love another, and she says the same. You part with a kiss, having planned to rendezvous again within days.

At least, that's the kind of thing I ASSUME happens...