Poolside

The colourful flowers of Elle's new bikini offered a sharp contrast to her raven hair and alabaster skin, which was decorated from shoulder to ankle with striking monochrome tattoos. She loved the way the brightly coloured top offered just enough support to her pert breasts without pressing into them like the one-pieces she was more used to squeezing into at the swimming club.

"Damnnn, my butt!" She giggled to herself too, turning around to snap a photo in the mirror, showing off her muscled back and perfectly chiseled behind. For a moment she thought about adding it to her story, really drinking I'm the attention, but there was only one persons attention that mattered to her now. Bending over a little further and arranging her portable makeup mirror to show her squeezed-together breasts, she snapped another photo just for her lover. "Come and get it 😈" she typed into the little text box before sending it off to get number 1 contact.

In expectation of him barging in and taking her over the sink right there and then, Elle gathered up her skincare products into a bag so he wouldn't scatter them across the floor, and began to give herself a little photo shoot, while trying to ignore how turned on she was by the idea of having her pretty outfit ruined by a big pair of hungry hands.

5 minutes and about 100 photos later, she checked her phone again and saw that he hadn't even opened it, much to her disappointment. With a 'humph' she threw open the door to the sun-drenched patio, and stormed out towards him, immediately discovering why she wasn't getting his attention.

"Mr. G?"

George was lying on a reclining sunbed, fast asleep in the midday sun with his silver hair glinting like a beacon, calling to her. His dark green swim shorts were the only thing he was wearing other than the sunglasses which hid his piercing green eyes, and his own tattoos were all on display. As Elle trotted closer, she wondered whether he was actually asleep, or just lying there like an alligator, waiting to ambush her as soon as she got within range, it certainly wouldn't have been the first time.

"Mr Geeeee" she purred, trying to tempt him out of his slumber or his ploy. "I love my new bikini so much, look how nice my boobs look!"

Nothing. Still silent, immobile. He either really was out for the count, or he was very good at pretending to be. Tentatively, she edged towards him, watching for any sign of movement, ready to dart out of the way of his long arms which would inevitably deposit her into the pool. "Misterrrr Geeee..."

Still nothing.

It was only once she was standing right at his feet that Elle was ready to accept that he really was asleep. His pale chest was rising and falling slowly and the breeze was gently tussling his hair, but otherwise he was utterly still, not even looking her way. Frankly, she was a bit insulted that he wasn't staring at her chest, but she knew the perfect way to get his attention.

Luckily he'd fallen asleep with his legs together, so it was simple for her to undo the knotted strings and pull his shorts down a few inches, just enough for her to get her hands on his cock. Even soft it filled her hand nicely, but soft wasn't anywhere near good enough. For a few moments she teased it gently in her hand, stroking it slowly up and down, using her whole hand to stimulate every inch of her most favourite toy. He might have been out for the count but that didn't stop the blood flowing where she needed it to. She loved watching him swell and grow, blue veins opening up, dragging the flesh to attention in her palm.

As soon as it was hard enough to stand on its own, Elle lowered her mouth to it and gave it a long lick, from the freshly shaved base all the way to the swelling head. It tasted a little of the plastic lining of his swim shorts, but mostly it tasted of him. Stretching open her jaw, she eagerly took his head between her lips, bobbing up and down, letting it get deeper and deeper into her mouth each time, always gripping it tight with her lips, breathing through her nose so that she never had to take her mouth away from him. Swimming, it turned out, was useful for more than just toning her body into a svelte and sensual shape.

As she forced his entire length into her mouth, until her nose was pressed against his muscled torso, finally she heard a murmur from him. His cock twitched, and so did he. She tried her best to lick him with his full length reaching into her throat, but her mouth was so full she couldn't do anything but gag. When she pulled herself back up to wipe the drool from her chin, she could see that he was trying to hide a smile. Happy that he was finally awake, even if he was still pretending to be asleep, she went back to business. Eagerly her head bobbed up and down on him, sucking, licking, focusing on his thick purple head but taking all of him, just the way he loved it, just the way he'd trained her.

At last, a groan. The deep, infinitely lustful sound sent shivers right down her spine, right down there. She knew exactly what that meant, he'd always been vocal when he got close.

"Oh good morning, sunshine!" She giggled, stroking him quickly while her mouth was needed for other things. "Did you have nice dreams?"

"Ohh I had this amazing dream." His voice was deep and growling, like he was holding himself back with gritted teeth. Elle loved it. "There was this really pretty girl with big brown eyes and jet black hair. She was allll mine. And she served me any way I wanted. And she had this gorgeoussss n-fuck" he was cut off by an involuntary gasp as she took his cock back in her mouth for a moment.

"Don't stop!" They both blurted out together.

"I was enjoying that story," the girl carried on, ignoring her boyfriend's request and returning to stroking him with her hand. "I'll tell you what... You keep telling me about your dream, and I'll keep my mouth occupied..."

"Fuck... Fuck okay I... Where was I?"

Elle had just began to lick up a drop of his pre-cum when she had to stop to answer him. "This girl had a gorgeous... Something? Do tell."

"Ahhh fuck... Okay..." George took a few deep breaths, and every time he did, Elle froze in place wherever she was, only moving when sound was leaving his mouth. "She had this gorgeous new bikini on, with... Tropical plants..."

"Not flowers? Shame, I love flowers. They look really great next to my tits don't you think?" She giggled, before eagerly bobbing on him some more.

"Yes... Fuck, flowers, you're right. A bikini with flowers. It clung to her tits just right. And it showed off her tight abs, and her... Oh my fuck I'm so close. You feel so fucking good my little flower, I think I'm gonna..."

"Not until you finish your fucking story you aren't, master."

"AHH god, fucking hell. Okay." George's fingers gripped the edge of the seat tightly as he tried to hold himself back. He took a deep breath, and groaned like an animal as Elle froze with her lips right around his head, gripping it as tightly as he was gripping the bed while he mindlessly thrust his hips back and forth.

"Finish. The. Story. Or you don't finish either."

"And her ass looked so fucking good," the words were spilling out of his mouth as quickly as he could manage, his tongue tripping over every other word in his desperate haste. "Like it was carved from granite. Marbles. Marble. Carved from marble. And she had a swimmers legs. Long. Strong. Still soft. Tattoos, covered in tattoos tattoos of birds and plants and animals and every one was perfect and she was so perfect she was such a good slut that she made me drinks and fed me and served me every day and on special occasions she even swallowed up every fucking drop of him when he... When he... When... Fuck... Fuck... Fuck... Kitten... Flower... Fuck... I'm..."

Elle stopped suddenly. "That story had a shit ending!" She giggled "she just licked him and swallowed him? That's no fun for her. Write a better one."

Before she knew what had happened, her back was against the tiles, her head dangling over the edge of the pool so that her hair was hanging in the water. And he was inside her. She was so wet that he had slid straight in, pushing her bottoms aside without even bothering to undo her top. And now his black painted nails were cutting into her hips as he fucked her like an animal, a leg of hers on each of his shoulders.

"Oh holy FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, totally unable to hold it in or tone it down. "You feel so GOOD!"

She could see the look in his eye. The angry hunger. Her master was in control, and she loved it. She didn't know when his sunglasses had fallen off or where they were now, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the feeling of his thick, long cock pounding into her, twitching as it leaked pre-cum that was mixing with her soaking wetness, preparing to explode and fill her with the real prize.

"We've got neighbours you dumb slut. Keep your fucking voice down." he snapped at her, venom dripping from his lips, spit dripping from his mouth like a feral beast.

"Oh fucking make me." She reached out her tongue to lick up the spit that had dripping onto her, but quickly pulled it back in as his hand clasped over her mouth, his other holding up her head, her whole skull gripped perfectly in place before she could do anything to stop it.

She had expected him to burst the moment he entered her, but somehow he was still going, pounding into her roughly over and over. She couldn't tell how long he'd lasted, but it was enough for her to feel her own orgasm building quickly. Not being able to breathe was only forcing her closer. She always came fast, but to still finish first after she'd edged him with her mouth would have been embarrassing. It felt so good. All she could smell was his sweat and aftershave. All she could taste was his skin on her lips. All she could feel was the pleasure that he was pushing through her whole body, curling her toes and rolling back her eyes. It was almost too much to take, too hot, too intense, too stimulating. Part of her knew that the fact she was totally overstimulated was the only reason she hadn't cum 3 strokes in, even if he hadn't. But that wouldn't keep her away for ever, and that time was getting closer and closer with each desperate breath she fought for through his tightly clasped fingers.

Thankfully for her, suddenly George exploded, filling her deeply, his hot cum immediately overflowing from her and coating both of their thighs as his pounding lost its rhythm and devolved into desperate, failing thrusts, his cock seizing control of his entire body. His arms went weak and Elle took her chance, pulling his hand from her mouth and letting out a grunt as his whole body weight collapsed down onto her bending back her legs and forcing him all the way to her end.

"Yes fucking cum in me! Breed me! I'm yours. Tell I'm fucking yours when you claim me master!"

"Fuck..." He was utterly breathless, his body drained completely by the sudden explosion from his throbbing, purple cock. "Fuck you're so hot. And you're mine. You're all fucking mine."

"Oh fuck you're so hot master... Don't stop. Don't stop fucking me. Please. Please I want more. I want you to still be hard, I want you to claim me again, I want you to cum in me and I want to cum so fucking bad. Don't stop!"

Every muscle in George's body was twitching, his balls still pulsing and his cock still pushing out the last drops of his hot liquid. Nothing felt like he could keep going, much less cum again, but when Elle pulled him close and kissed him hard, grinding her whole fit body against his cock like it was her favourite dildo, he felt another rush of blood between his legs.

"Oh yes master... You're so generous... I'm close... Please make me cum... Finish me off... Finish the story perfectly... Make me cum and I'll give you anything. I'll swallow. I'll lick you clean. I'll wake you up in my mouth every single day until we fly home... Just please... Don't fucking stop... I... I need it... I need to..."

She could feel the hot sticky mix of fluids in her cunt gushing out with every thrust, and his pounding had made her so sensitive that she could feel every vein on his shaft. His swollen, used up head slamming into her end was agony, but she didn't care. She needed this. Reaching behind her back she pulled the string and released her breasts from the bikini to bounce freely against her master's skin, realising in that moment that she was almost fully off the edge of the pool now, held up only by his hands which were dug into her back so strongly that little drops of blood were forming beneath his nails. She felt so vulnerable. So helpless. So utterly under his control. She she loved it. Nothing felt better to her than serving her master's needs and being rewarded with a ruthless pounding. Nobody had ever fulfilled her sick fantasies like he did and nothing had ever satisfied her insatiable cunt like his cock did.

"God yes thank you master... Thank you master... Master... Georgie... I'm... You...

Oh god you feel so fucking go-AHHHH" lightning shot through Elle's body, forking from between her legs up her entire spine and down every strong limb, all the way from the tip of her clit to the tips of her toes. Her whole body convulsed, legs pushing back against him, hands grasping onto his muscled back for dear life, teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulders. Whatever spot his hungry cock had hit must have been the perfect one, forcing her to cum like an earthquake, nstantly flooding her body with endorphins in a way she'd never quite felt before. And he didn't stop. Like he could read her every thought and feeling, he held her just there despite the convulsions in her strong muscles, and kept doing it over and over again, perfectly pleasing her with every thrust. She could feel herself gape and then clamp on him with every thrust, as if her body was in perfect time with his. Each time she thought her grip on him would be too hard for him to keep going, he forced himself through it, parting her slick walls to find that magical zone that he just didn't stop hitting.

When she forced open her eyes she could see that he was saying something, mouth open wide, but she couldn't hear it. She couldn't hear anything but her heartbeat in her ears, a deafening drum beat.

And then she felt him cum again.

"Put a fucking baby in your fuckdoll mas-"

Elle came again, hard. The explosion inside of her reignited every burnt out nerve in her body, making her feel like he'd put a car battery between her legs, not his cock.

Water splashed around them, filling her lungs. In a wild panic she kicked for the surface, coughing up mouthfuls of salty pool water. A moment later, George burst out of the water beside her, coughing up onto the cum soaked poolside. When he glanced down, he could see a slick pool of all of their filth floating around them.

Neither were capable of saying a word for what felt like for ever, only gasping desperately for breath.

"You dropped me you fucking cunt... I didn't even get to enjoy that last orgasm..." She spat, gripping his cock under the water and pulling it towards a water jet, stroking it so intensely that George looked like he was about to either scream, cum for a third time, pass out, or all 3 but only for a moment.

"I love you." Elle smiled, waiting to see which would happen, still trying to catch her breath. "So fucking much."